<?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-7044671096369512055</id><updated>2012-01-19T14:08:16.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heidiopolis</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the booming metropolis of Heidi.  New developments are popping up every day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2532098813799427302</id><published>2011-06-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:11:07.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I loved about today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Gy0ZMW9XMA/TfrhrCpj37I/AAAAAAAABNw/AnEW4qMa4Dc/s1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619051614659927986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Gy0ZMW9XMA/TfrhrCpj37I/AAAAAAAABNw/AnEW4qMa4Dc/s320/flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My sweet Duncan giving me random, loving "snuggles" while I was wearing him at the store&lt;br /&gt;-My children working side by side with my hard-working Mom to paint my newly remodelled deck&lt;br /&gt;-Hanging on every word 2-year old Brighton says, just loving the sound of his sweet voice and the cute things he says and the way he says them&lt;br /&gt;-Hearing my children generously thank me for numerous things all day long&lt;br /&gt;-Eating some of the yummiest Doritos I've had in years (good batch, I guess!)&lt;br /&gt;-Realizing my oldest son has become a thoughtful, mature young man right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;-Hearing the thrilled squeals of joy coming from little girls in the backyard as they ran through the sprinklers&lt;br /&gt;-Only having to change Brighton's clothes once, instead of 4 times like yesterday (kiddie pool...)&lt;br /&gt;-Having Scarlett try to twirl what little hair I have while listening to Haven read us a book&lt;br /&gt;-Joking with my fun Dad on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Letting the strong winds whip around me while watching the storm clouds come off the mountain&lt;br /&gt;-Watching my brave 1 year old experience above refrenced crazy-strong winds with wonder and awe&lt;br /&gt;-My strong Fiona helping her mother (who had a sore back and was wearing her little brother in the baby pack) lug a 55 pound bag of dog food in and out of the shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;-Laughing at some genuinely funny remarks made by my witty kids&lt;br /&gt;-Enjoying Elijah playing with his little baby brother so eagerly and sweetly&lt;br /&gt;-Catching up with some old friends&lt;br /&gt;-Taking the time to really soak in and appreciate the utter sweet wonderfulness of my children so much so that it brings tears to my eyes to realize how blessed and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; I am to be their Mom&lt;br /&gt;-Knowing that my life is so rich, wonderful and blessed that I could come up with so many "things I loved about today..." to keep me up all night typing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2532098813799427302?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2532098813799427302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-things-i-loved-about-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2532098813799427302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2532098813799427302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2011/06/few-things-i-loved-about-today.html' title='A few things I loved about today...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Gy0ZMW9XMA/TfrhrCpj37I/AAAAAAAABNw/AnEW4qMa4Dc/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6059603289769205163</id><published>2011-02-13T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:25:42.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoQyoBZM6iY/TVjX2PUYI1I/AAAAAAAABMk/68aP4U_0sL8/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573441865695896402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoQyoBZM6iY/TVjX2PUYI1I/AAAAAAAABMk/68aP4U_0sL8/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I reached my goal weight and lost 70 pounds!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNADuvTAPf4/TVjX1gOds5I/AAAAAAAABMc/vVjWnG9qlMk/s1600/641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573441853054628754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNADuvTAPf4/TVjX1gOds5I/AAAAAAAABMc/vVjWnG9qlMk/s320/641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I looked before I started&lt;a href="http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/"&gt; my weight-loss journey&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ubBcNxB2nY/TVjX1YQzl6I/AAAAAAAABMU/7QLGNV0JLng/s1600/25777_398356261632_609656632_4101167_5677263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573441850916968354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ubBcNxB2nY/TVjX1YQzl6I/AAAAAAAABMU/7QLGNV0JLng/s320/25777_398356261632_609656632_4101167_5677263_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6C9f-BMgQM/TVjX1E9ax3I/AAAAAAAABMM/JqCylYuw3KI/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573441845735376754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6C9f-BMgQM/TVjX1E9ax3I/AAAAAAAABMM/JqCylYuw3KI/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I look now!  It's hard to believe I let myself be so over-weight for 12 years!!  But instead of dwelling on the past, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to the future!  I have many more fitness goals I can't wait to achieve over my lifetime!  It's surreal to be in a position now to work on those goals, instead of having to work on losing tons of weight first!  It's surreal....and it ROCKS!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To read more about my weight-loss journey and any future health &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;endeavours&lt;/span&gt;, click &lt;a href="http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or the link in the sidebar!!  &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/7044671096369512055-6059603289769205163?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/' title='I did it!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6059603289769205163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6059603289769205163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6059603289769205163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoQyoBZM6iY/TVjX2PUYI1I/AAAAAAAABMk/68aP4U_0sL8/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5269810126554167621</id><published>2010-12-09T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:23:59.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to 5 Questions</title><content type='html'>My lovely friend, Michelle, tagged me &lt;a href="http://michellesorganizedmess.blogspot.com/"&gt;in her blog &lt;/a&gt;to answer 5 questions....for which I am very grateful! :) I was just thinking this morning, before reading her blog and finding out I was tagged, about how lame I have been about keeping my blog updated. Life has been CRAZY for the last few months since I have devoted so much time and energy to getting healthy plus life with 7 kids is just CRAZY all by itself! :) I haven't felt motivated to blog about stuff we're doing because it didn't seem fair to post about one day and not another, if that makes any sense...which I'm sure it really only does in my busy, unorganized mind! :) So, point being: thanks Michelle, I needed a good reason to blog today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you had one super power to wish for (x-ray vision, invisibility, etc) what would it be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a hard question...there is tons of cool, useful stuff I would love to have as my super power! It would totally rock to be able to fly places I needed to go and be SUPER handy to have super sonic hearing or something. There was a time when I actually did pin down the super power I thought would be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; to have....but now I can't remember what it was. :( I think I would want to be like Mary Poppins...I'm not totally sure what her super power or powers would be called...but instantly befriending and helping kids, cleaning up with the snap of a finger, fitting tons of stuff into a small bag, floating, going into neat drawings/paintings and singing really well all fit in with would I would like! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite book of all time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say the Little House on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Prairie&lt;/span&gt; series are my favorite books. I just love that era in general...and I love the story telling and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descriptive&lt;/span&gt; way Laura tells of her family's life. I also love Pride and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;. I could read all of these books over and over and be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your idea of the perfect day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perfect day starts with a good nights rest, waking up to a spotlessly clean home and happy children all busy doing productive things (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; that's playing or something else.) Then we'd all go do something fun together (the zoo, a museum, the mountains, etc) and eat yummy snacks and homemade lunches (that included full-fat Doritos!) I would get to take lots of really awesome, good, meaningful photos on our fun excursion. Then we'd go home and Dave and I would get to go out on a date and eat yummy food and have a good time laughing and talking while our kids were at home with a super fun babysitter. I would also want all calories on this day to not count. :) My evening would have to include a lovely, hot bath and a good book to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had the chance, what one famous person would you meet and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would like to meet the prophet, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/leader/thomas-s-monson?lang=eng"&gt;President Thomas S. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. :) Or really, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/leaders?lang=eng"&gt;any of the apostles. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you could possess one talent and be truly proficient at it, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to be able to just wail....as in sing and just belt it out and have it sound super awesome and feel really great.  :)  And play the guitar while I was doing it!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5269810126554167621?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5269810126554167621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/12/answers-to-5-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5269810126554167621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5269810126554167621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/12/answers-to-5-questions.html' title='Answers to 5 Questions'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5181229250195044030</id><published>2010-11-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:07:31.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please let this be a trend!  Please let this be a trend!</title><content type='html'>Duncan has never been a very good sleeper.  Coming right after Brighton, a.k.a. The World's Best Napper, this has been tough.  For the first few months of his life, he needed to be rocked to sleep and then held to stay asleep.  We then tried a swing (which worked so awesomely for Brighton and Scarlett) but he would only stay asleep in it for about 15-30 minutes.  These are magic nap numbers for Duncan: basically all of his naps, unless he's being held, last for about 15-30 minutes...which makes for a baby who is always on the verge of a meltdown from being overly tired and also makes it very hard to get things done around the house.  Yesterday and today, though, things have been a little bit different.  Happily, Duncan slept for over an hour and a half at the gym childcare and then he stayed asleep in his car seat in the bathroom after my shower for 2 whole entire hours!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TNMBwKeCb_I/AAAAAAAABKM/glShxiadWwI/s1600/IMG_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535770293924163570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TNMBwKeCb_I/AAAAAAAABKM/glShxiadWwI/s320/IMG_4435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today during my shower, he fell asleep (as he usually does) under the little heat light with the fan going and has, so far, stayed asleep for 45 minutes!!!  I REALLY hope this whole napping thing, as in actually napping, is a new trend!!  :)  Hurray for napping babies!!  (As I write this, I can hear Brighton, who is supposed to be napping in his room, playing with blocks instead of sleeping.  But, he usually lays down in his bed after an hour or so of playing and goes to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TNMBviFtKWI/AAAAAAAABKE/U96Qu_G30NQ/s1600/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535770283084687714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TNMBviFtKWI/AAAAAAAABKE/U96Qu_G30NQ/s320/IMG_4427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duncan, who usually wakes up for good before 7am, even slept in this morning!  (See above photo of His Cuteness right after I had to wake him up.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night time sleeping is never really a big deal to me.  Our babies sleep snuggled up in the crook of my arm, which I love and feel is the best and safest place for them.  (See sidebar for more information on co-sleeping and how to do it safely, etc)  Even if I have a baby who wakes up every couple of hours to nurse, like Duncan does, it doesn't really bother me too much.  I wake up as the baby is making little "I want to nurse" noises and hook the baby up.  The baby quickly nurses and within 5 minutes or so, we are all back to sleep.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naps and babies taking them, however, are important to me...and to the happiness level of the baby.  So I really, REALLY hope Duncan is finally going to start napping!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5181229250195044030?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5181229250195044030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/11/please-let-this-be-trend-please-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5181229250195044030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5181229250195044030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/11/please-let-this-be-trend-please-let.html' title='Please let this be a trend!  Please let this be a trend!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TNMBwKeCb_I/AAAAAAAABKM/glShxiadWwI/s72-c/IMG_4435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5835816364674761700</id><published>2010-10-28T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:55:56.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One Bites The Dust</title><content type='html'>The world of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is a strange one.  One day I have 297 friends, the next I have 296 and I have no clue who's missing.  Or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very reluctant to join &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  For years, friends were sending me e-mails saying they had joined and wanted me to too.  I didn't.  I fought it.  I didn't really understand it.  Then, one by one, most of my family (including my 99 year old Granddaddy) joined.  So I did to.  Then, I got it!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is basically hanging out with family and friends whenever you want!!  :)  It is the main way my extended family communicates with one another.  In fact, since joining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I interact with my extended family and friends more in a month than I did before in a year!  I really like that.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; is not just a meeting place for family...it's also the place where you are now friends with people who knew you when you were only 3 1/2 feet tall and missing most of your teeth!  Re-connecting with old friends has been so much fun!!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a non-phone person, I also REALLY enjoy being able to arrange stuff with people via &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Playdates&lt;/span&gt;, zoo trips, errands, visiting teaching appointments....it's all made so pleasant and painless by sending them a message or posting to their wall!!!  :)  It actually makes me so happy to not have to arrange stuff by phone that I'd like to jump up and down and giggle with glee!!!!!!!!!!!!  I will spare you that image, though, and remain in my seat...but still smiling.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a strange &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;, though...this missing friend thing.  It happens a lot.  I'm not sure why, but some times I have a few less friends than I used to, but I can't tell that anyone is missing.  Of course, out of the almost 300 friends only about 30-40 post much at all...so I guess whoever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;defriends&lt;/span&gt; me hasn't posted enough for me to miss that we aren't friends anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;defriend&lt;/span&gt; you if you won't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;defriend&lt;/span&gt; me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5835816364674761700?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5835816364674761700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-one-bites-dust.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5835816364674761700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5835816364674761700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another One Bites The Dust'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4238781839081727489</id><published>2010-09-09T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:30:09.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our laundry system</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TIlcwY2F3rI/AAAAAAAABJM/lUOU_yRQjeE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515041205064687282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TIlcwY2F3rI/AAAAAAAABJM/lUOU_yRQjeE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After posting &lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-closet.html"&gt;here about our new family closet&lt;/a&gt;, I thought I should post about my dirty laundry management system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of trial and error, I finally found a system of keeping and organizing dirty laundry!  One of my main problems was having enough bins to keep a weeks worth of dirty clothes (because I don't always do laundry regularly)  sorted and where they need to be....close to the washer.  After going through big laundry hampers that took up too much space and over-flowed way too soon,  I bought some heavy duty laundry sorters with 3 canvas bags each from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;.  (I tried the cheaper version from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart...NOT worth your money!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TIlcwJEZCBI/AAAAAAAABJE/kLdYxWrFDKg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515041200829696018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TIlcwJEZCBI/AAAAAAAABJE/kLdYxWrFDKg/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each bag can hold 2-4 whole loads of laundry!  I made a handy little chart so that "helpers" can easily tell where each color goes.   I sort them as follows (and pictured from the top left to the right): whites, browns+yellows+oranges+&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;khakis&lt;/span&gt;, greens, blues, blacks+grays, pink+purple+red.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from the first picture, I keep towels and sheets in a pile in front of the washer, and blankets and pillows in a pile on the floor next to the sorting bins.  In the future I will probably put a basket where each pile is.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are hampers to collect dirty clothes in the master bathroom, the upstairs hall, the big boy's room, and next to the hanging clothes rack (in our family closet area) in the family room.  Kids take turns having "sort the dirty laundry" as one of their monthly chores.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I do loads of laundry, I sort the upstairs clothes (mine, hubby's, and the two little boy's in addition to the towels and other linens) into one big hamper and put the other kid's clothes away quickly and easily in &lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-closet.html"&gt;the family closet&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This system (&lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-closet.html"&gt;with the family closet&lt;/a&gt;) has been working better than anything else I have ever tried!  I think it's a keeper!  :)  &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/7044671096369512055-4238781839081727489?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4238781839081727489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-laundry-system.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4238781839081727489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4238781839081727489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-laundry-system.html' title='Our laundry system'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TIlcwY2F3rI/AAAAAAAABJM/lUOU_yRQjeE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5643235796847738893</id><published>2010-08-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:42:08.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way,</title><content type='html'>I've lost &lt;a href="http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/2010/08/weigh-in-wednesday_25.html"&gt;20 pounds &lt;/a&gt;in the last 2 months or so!!  :)  You can read about how/why/etc &lt;a href="http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5643235796847738893?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5643235796847738893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/by-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5643235796847738893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5643235796847738893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/by-way.html' title='By the way,'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5762158746023353581</id><published>2010-08-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:31:20.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDGS0IOUI/AAAAAAAABIs/ppv8EqcLZK8/s1600/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509383494566426946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDGS0IOUI/AAAAAAAABIs/ppv8EqcLZK8/s320/171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After struggling and struggling with laundry issues for years, I finally decided to make a family closet! I first saw the concept of a family closet from watching the TLC shows about the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.duggarfamily.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt; family&lt;/a&gt;. I don't have a whole room I can dedicate to it, but I did figure out that it could fit nicely in our family room, located very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt; next to the laundry! Our family closet consists of 2 dressers, a few bins and crates, and a hanging rack with bags underneath. I keep the five oldest kid's clothes in the family closet. Mine, Dave's and Duncan's are in our master bedroom (like normal people...) and Brighton's clothes are still kept in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDGFckCJI/AAAAAAAABIk/1wU5fV0fTDo/s1600/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509383490977925266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDGFckCJI/AAAAAAAABIk/1wU5fV0fTDo/s320/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything is labeled. Each of the three girls have three drawers: one with undies, socks, swimsuits, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; and undershirts, one with long and short-sleeved shirts, and one with pants and shorts. The boys each have a drawer with their undies and swimwear. Then I ran out of drawers. :) So the boys have two stacking bins, the bottom one with their socks (they wear the same size) and the top with their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; (again, they basically wear the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;.) The sock bin is our cat, Owl's, favorite new napping place. :) I keep the boy's shirts in the two crates turned on their side: one stack of short-sleeved and one stack of long-sleeved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDFgUOIQI/AAAAAAAABIc/wkY90qiULFY/s1600/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509383481010823426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDFgUOIQI/AAAAAAAABIc/wkY90qiULFY/s320/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kid's church clothes are hung on the hanging rack. Girl's skirts are kept folded on top. The hanging bags below come in very handy! One bag is for items that need to be mended and/or dyed, one bag is stuff that needs to be donated and the last bag is stuff that has been grown out of and needs to be sorted into the correct storage bin to await the next kid to grow into it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE this new system!!! It has made laundry a joy to me! For years, I have gone from one method to another, mostly consisting of each person in the family having their own clean clothes basket....with the goal of putting their clean clothes away at least once a week. In reality, all 9 or 10 clean clothes baskets (gotta have a sock basket!) were lined up in my room where kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rifled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; them each day to find clean clothes (and left their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; strewn about) and each night to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; (and left their dirty clothes mixed in with the clean!) I only got around to putting clothes away every month or two. Our master bedroom always felt and looked like a disorganized laundry room. Now, my kids clothes are all put away for the first time in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time, and, better yet, I know that they will always be put away! No more clean clothes baskets (except for Dave and I, but putting away our clothes will be much easier now!) means that the kids clothes get put away as soon as they are washed and dried!! :) I hope in our next house, we will have a laundry room big enough to house our family closet...or even a small room close to it to devote to the cause! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to see our dirty laundry? &lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-laundry-system.html"&gt;Check out this post &lt;/a&gt;to find out how we manage it!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need some more laundry room/laundry keeping ideas? check out &lt;a href="http://raisingolives.com/2010/09/4-moms-discuss-laundry/"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;and all &lt;a href="http://www.smockityfrocks.com/2010/09/4-moms-open-house-laundry-room.html"&gt;the links here &lt;/a&gt;to see how other families do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5762158746023353581?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5762158746023353581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-closet.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5762158746023353581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5762158746023353581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-closet.html' title='Family Closet'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/THVDGS0IOUI/AAAAAAAABIs/ppv8EqcLZK8/s72-c/171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-524692924883803238</id><published>2010-08-15T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:17:07.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other good reasons to get healthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUO6CwqjI/AAAAAAAABIE/Azue-OlItPg/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505883897024522802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUO6CwqjI/AAAAAAAABIE/Azue-OlItPg/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I changed my life a few months ago by embarking on a &lt;a href="http://destinationhealthtopia.blogspot.com/"&gt;weight-loss/fitness journey&lt;/a&gt;!  I thought I was just going to loose weight and get healthy...but so many more good things have happened!  :)  Did you notice my clean table???  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUOieBg9I/AAAAAAAABH8/y67HBDvIWDU/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505883890696422354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUOieBg9I/AAAAAAAABH8/y67HBDvIWDU/s320/IMG_1054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my clean counter tops????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUOHdbiwI/AAAAAAAABH0/BJ_X3YKcRSY/s1600/IMG_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505883883446176514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUOHdbiwI/AAAAAAAABH0/BJ_X3YKcRSY/s320/IMG_1056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And my sink that is dirty dish free?????  Isn't it lovely!?!  :)  I have found that the side effect of taking control of my health is that I naturally have started taking control in many other aspects of my life!!  :)  What a bonus!  I still have a long weight-loss journey ahead of me, but now I have even more to look forward to than skinnier thighs!  Making the choice to become healthier and following through with that choice 100% has empowered me to become more responsible in many other aspects of my life that I have been struggling with.  I don't think my family has ever seen the bottom of the sink or not had their cereal bowl stick to the table on such a regular basis!  :)  &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/7044671096369512055-524692924883803238?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/524692924883803238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-good-reasons-to-get-healthy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/524692924883803238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/524692924883803238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/other-good-reasons-to-get-healthy.html' title='Other good reasons to get healthy!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGjUO6CwqjI/AAAAAAAABIE/Azue-OlItPg/s72-c/IMG_1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8888907566792442326</id><published>2010-08-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:15:43.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have to be able to "hoot" like an owl to be one!</title><content type='html'>I really just don't know what it is.  I have spent years fighting it.  I have spent years trying to change it.  I have felt guilty about it, irritated and even angry about it!  Something I can't control just happens to me every night around 9pm:  I get ideas, motivation, energy, excitement...I have to make things happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband Dave, on the other hand, has the opposite and more approved issue of feeling really great and productive in the mornings whilst I lay in bed sleeping.  Everyone knows that "Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise," right? Then why is it that I get all my good ideas and tons of work done late at night and would rather not get out of bed before 9am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experimented with going to bed early.  Some nights it works; I fall blissfully asleep and don't feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; wiped out when the kids wake up in the morning.  Some nights, my brain just keeps working and working and working...unconcerned with the fact that my body is all snuggled up in bed and I awake groggily and dead tired in the morning.  The difference for me, regardless of how I feel in the morning, is that if I go to bed early I miss out on getting lots of good stuff &lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband totally understands this.  He no longer worries when he wakes at midnight to find my place in the bed empty...he just knows when he gets up in the morning he'll find a room rearranged or a cabinet organized or my blog updated.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's acceptance of my night-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owlishness&lt;/span&gt; has helped me to fully embrace my way of getting stuff done.  When most people are seeping drool onto their favorite pillow case, I am being productive!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8888907566792442326?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8888907566792442326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-have-to-be-able-to-hoot-like-owl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8888907566792442326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8888907566792442326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-have-to-be-able-to-hoot-like-owl.html' title='I don&apos;t have to be able to &quot;hoot&quot; like an owl to be one!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2598970925916667606</id><published>2010-07-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:15:30.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking, Camping and Laughing: OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5P3TXs7I/AAAAAAAABGs/FD2T1lVrml4/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503672795585295282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5P3TXs7I/AAAAAAAABGs/FD2T1lVrml4/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July weekend, we had our first house guests!  Well, our first house guests that weren't family members!  :)  Our friend, Chuck, came out to visit Colorado with his two oldest boys and we all went camping to enjoy the mountains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5PcCULwI/AAAAAAAABGk/ZwEE3mlkkOk/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503672788266004226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5PcCULwI/AAAAAAAABGk/ZwEE3mlkkOk/s320/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The campground was gorgeous and we got two camping spots right next to each other.  Here is Sebastian reading while the dad's are setting up tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5O9d7GKI/AAAAAAAABGc/Zn_uNg5A1ng/s1600/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503672780060301474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5O9d7GKI/AAAAAAAABGc/Zn_uNg5A1ng/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton was SO happy to be out in nature and to be free to walk around and explore!  He busily went from one rock to a pile of sticks to a tree and back again!  Fiona helped me keep track of him when she wasn't busy playing with the other kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5OOKonGI/AAAAAAAABGU/hUkad8oIWas/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503672767362931810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5OOKonGI/AAAAAAAABGU/hUkad8oIWas/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dave and Chuck (and one of Chuck's sweet sons) setting up the tent that Chuck and his boys slept in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3pbCHxII/AAAAAAAABGM/tmbqXW3cNN8/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503671035650098306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3pbCHxII/AAAAAAAABGM/tmbqXW3cNN8/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton found this cool piece of bark and used it like a gun!?!  He's only 20 months old!  He made the cutest little shooting sound effects for it, too!  Such a sweet, busy boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3o0lXrSI/AAAAAAAABGE/6iXNJ1P8S2U/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503671025328958754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3o0lXrSI/AAAAAAAABGE/6iXNJ1P8S2U/s320/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett is a hair twirler!  :)  Here she is taking a little break to twirl her hair.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3od4mbsI/AAAAAAAABF8/RCyCFNxXbWE/s1600/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503671019235602114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3od4mbsI/AAAAAAAABF8/RCyCFNxXbWE/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all had tons of fun exploring the woods and chatting with one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3n5qdmTI/AAAAAAAABF0/QYSZqvr2oQ4/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503671009512626482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3n5qdmTI/AAAAAAAABF0/QYSZqvr2oQ4/s320/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little tree-hugger!!  :)  Literally: Brighton hugs trees.  They are pretty great and easy to love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3nbNBNII/AAAAAAAABFs/tmepE29JYkA/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503671001336067202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD3nbNBNII/AAAAAAAABFs/tmepE29JYkA/s320/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Food always tastes better in the mountains! Here is everyone eating a yummy lunch before our hike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy9ih7DjI/AAAAAAAABFc/DHjtYlPGgXA/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503665883701775922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy9ih7DjI/AAAAAAAABFc/DHjtYlPGgXA/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah and Charlie had a lot of fun while the dad's were setting up camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy9V8o94I/AAAAAAAABFU/cv7fg0qaqNs/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503665880324175746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy9V8o94I/AAAAAAAABFU/cv7fg0qaqNs/s320/136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While I was following busy Brighton around camp, Duncan was taking a nice, cozy nap in the sling. I thought we were mostly in the shade, but after a few hours it became clear to me that we had been in the sun a enough for this to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy8xsSduI/AAAAAAAABFM/b-MTUBaUP6U/s1600/262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503665870591915746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy8xsSduI/AAAAAAAABFM/b-MTUBaUP6U/s320/262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The half of poor baby Duncan's face that was exposed in the sling got FRIED! I felt terrible! You can see how swollen his eye was and he even got little blisters on his cheek the next day! I have never sun burned a baby before...I guess at 10,000 feet above sea level you HAVE to wear sunscreen, even if you are mostly in the shade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy8VgHtvI/AAAAAAAABFE/oLunGB8X2-o/s1600/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503665863024686834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDy8VgHtvI/AAAAAAAABFE/oLunGB8X2-o/s320/252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids all had a lot of fun hanging out and joking around the campfire. :) I think campfires and hanging out around them are one of the very best things about camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwnwymRyI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y8E0CX09ZLE/s1600/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663310549436194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwnwymRyI/AAAAAAAABE8/Y8E0CX09ZLE/s320/227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just on the edge of our campground was a meadow where elk come down to graze in every evening like clockwork! We enjoyed seeing these amazingly gorgeous animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwnZL9xGI/AAAAAAAABE0/XXaGInkAtmI/s1600/191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663304213382242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwnZL9xGI/AAAAAAAABE0/XXaGInkAtmI/s320/191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dream property would look like this!! I love the combination of pine trees and open meadow. Can't you just picture a lovely house with a wrap-around porch and large decks there on the hill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwm2XBC2I/AAAAAAAABEs/rNcjWdJOUUo/s1600/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663294864493410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwm2XBC2I/AAAAAAAABEs/rNcjWdJOUUo/s320/181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on a very fast paced hike to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservoir&lt;/span&gt;.  (Chuck is apparently a very fast hiker!)  :)  Here is a cool rock on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservoir&lt;/span&gt; the kids all scrambled on...they are the small dots on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwmAefJrI/AAAAAAAABEk/xFmgrbcD3t0/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663280400311986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwmAefJrI/AAAAAAAABEk/xFmgrbcD3t0/s320/180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chuck pushed the double jogger with Brighton in it most of the entire hike! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwld4FP0I/AAAAAAAABEc/JyefCR9fMLc/s1600/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503663271112425282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGDwld4FP0I/AAAAAAAABEc/JyefCR9fMLc/s320/170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a long hike to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reservoir&lt;/span&gt; and Scarlett started dragging right before we got there. Luckily, I had brought several different baby carriers and Scarlett got to ride on her Daddy's back for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExhDkeYUI/AAAAAAAABDM/3h8wMbkgLqg/s1600/631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727464332452162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExhDkeYUI/AAAAAAAABDM/3h8wMbkgLqg/s320/631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had been carrying Duncan in various slings for most of the hike and we were both getting sweaty! Here is Dave holding Duncan and giving me a bit of a break from the sweat! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExgHzbGFI/AAAAAAAABDE/OrPa5YE-FuU/s1600/638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727448289024082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExgHzbGFI/AAAAAAAABDE/OrPa5YE-FuU/s320/638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton really enjoyed getting out of the stroller and climbing rocks!! He didn't seem to mind he was missing a shoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExf7ON5oI/AAAAAAAABC8/0uVVMflWSn8/s1600/643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727444911744642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExf7ON5oI/AAAAAAAABC8/0uVVMflWSn8/s320/643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were TONS of cool, gorgeous rock formations on our hike! We stopped at this one to let everyone have a bit of a break and climb on cool rocks.   Why is it so hard to get boys to smile for pictures?? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExfMsKyTI/AAAAAAAABC0/DxIBtqk6D_0/s1600/672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727432420903218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExfMsKyTI/AAAAAAAABC0/DxIBtqk6D_0/s320/672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friend, Chuck, was very happy (dare I say "obsessed?") with the gorgeous mountain views...we stopped at the above spot several times on our excursions so he could inhale it all and take pictures. :) Fiona and I thought it was a gorgeous view too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExejhfArI/AAAAAAAABCs/1aZ-O3EHmt0/s1600/673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494727421370237618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEExejhfArI/AAAAAAAABCs/1aZ-O3EHmt0/s320/673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Driving back down the mountain, we took a back road that was supposed to be more scenic than the highway. It totally was a gorgeous drive (see above view!) but ended up taking almost 2 hours while the highway takes about 30 minutes! It was worth it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu5Er0haI/AAAAAAAABCk/cKvPj6xXa-A/s1600/694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494724578413675938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu5Er0haI/AAAAAAAABCk/cKvPj6xXa-A/s320/694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our weekend of camping, we went on a hike with our friends through Garden of the Gods. It was hot and dry, but we had great company and got plenty of good exercise! Here is Fiona, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consummate&lt;/span&gt; scrambler, with a gorgeous view of Pikes Peak in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu4Yh41JI/AAAAAAAABCc/Kql32rLkxGo/s1600/702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494724566560855186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu4Yh41JI/AAAAAAAABCc/Kql32rLkxGo/s320/702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids LOVE this cool rock formation! It's fun to wedge yourself between these two rocks and there are lots of little perches to hang out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu4Eka9nI/AAAAAAAABCU/0hs5E7-74LQ/s1600/679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494724561202771570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu4Eka9nI/AAAAAAAABCU/0hs5E7-74LQ/s320/679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is most of the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu3ZZgouI/AAAAAAAABCM/FxezQzwu9zw/s1600/706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494724549614281442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu3ZZgouI/AAAAAAAABCM/FxezQzwu9zw/s320/706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our hike through Garden of the Gods, we headed over to Helen Hunt Falls.  The kids had fun playing in the creek to cool off while I nursed Duncan before our hike up the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu3NiGSXI/AAAAAAAABCE/LCF5xEiJ0tI/s1600/714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494724546429077874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TEEu3NiGSXI/AAAAAAAABCE/LCF5xEiJ0tI/s320/714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After hiking several miles through Garden of the Gods, we drove this cool back road to Helen Hunt Falls (not named after the actress.) You hike up about a billion stairs made in the dirt to get to the falls. It was a GREAT work-out! And a pretty view. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a busy, whirl-wind weekend with lots of activity, good exercise, great company and lots of smiles!  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7044671096369512055-2598970925916667606?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2598970925916667606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking-camping-and-laughing-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2598970925916667606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2598970925916667606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiking-camping-and-laughing-oh-my.html' title='Hiking, Camping and Laughing: OH MY!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TGD5P3TXs7I/AAAAAAAABGs/FD2T1lVrml4/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8566527335703078877</id><published>2010-06-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:44:06.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magnificent Seven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5EJYzDKI/AAAAAAAABBw/MuWJgn1U-YE/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487909995585670306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5EJYzDKI/AAAAAAAABBw/MuWJgn1U-YE/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first picture of all 7 kiddos!  What a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;look'n&lt;/span&gt;, sweet bunch of kids!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5DELflLI/AAAAAAAABBo/KzSVX8y3vSs/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487909977007822002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5DELflLI/AAAAAAAABBo/KzSVX8y3vSs/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I came from a family of 7 kids.  I remember always feeling like 7 just was not enough kids in our family.  Maybe it was because I was toward the end of the family and my siblings were mostly all older...but probably it was just because I loved my family so much and felt like there weren't enough of them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5CtewzZI/AAAAAAAABBg/kjXdMWKmhOc/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487909970914626962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5CtewzZI/AAAAAAAABBg/kjXdMWKmhOc/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7 kids has always been the number I knew would be at least our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minimum&lt;/span&gt; (if not our maximum) number of kids we would have.  I have always wanted a lot of kids.  When I was a little girl, I would tell people I wanted 23 kids...by the time I met and fell in love with Dave, that number was down to a more realistic 13.  Kids are just amazing and fun and wonderful and bring so much joy to the planet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5CC1am5I/AAAAAAAABBY/arYOLEAbqmk/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487909959466916754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5CC1am5I/AAAAAAAABBY/arYOLEAbqmk/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other people look at our family and sort of freak a bit at the amount of children we have, but looking at them all and knowing them all....7 feels like a very small number.  They each bring such a unique light and love to our family....which light could we have done without? Which sweet smile and which bright laugh would we not miss? Wow, makes me depressed just thinking about living my life and trying to learn all I need to learn without every single one of my children.  I am so blessed and my life has been made so much richer from having the extreme &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; and honor of being the mother to each of my 7 children!!  Is it more work, more noise, more mess, more busyness than if we just had a few? Of course it is....but it's all worth it...and then some! &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/7044671096369512055-8566527335703078877?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8566527335703078877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/06/magnificent-seven.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8566527335703078877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8566527335703078877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/06/magnificent-seven.html' title='The Magnificent Seven!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCj5EJYzDKI/AAAAAAAABBw/MuWJgn1U-YE/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-116726549129784320</id><published>2010-06-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:29:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring finally starting springing, Duncan started giving us lots of smiles and Dave went to China!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9vuAtioI/AAAAAAAABAw/ghuzaxEY4OE/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929979779156610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9vuAtioI/AAAAAAAABAw/ghuzaxEY4OE/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a VERY long winter that began way back at the first of October and lasted until the middle of May, Spring finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9vANZsjI/AAAAAAAABAo/1rwPNAfEp80/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929967484351026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9vANZsjI/AAAAAAAABAo/1rwPNAfEp80/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our two apple trees (from which we never get any edible apples thanks to the bugs and birds) burst into full bloom all in one glorious weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9u1l5IpI/AAAAAAAABAg/8Oaf9wzX6tw/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929964634284690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9u1l5IpI/AAAAAAAABAg/8Oaf9wzX6tw/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apple blossoms are so cheery; so bright; so happy; so SPRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9CUFtIkI/AAAAAAAABAY/ZUa1B4rkfvE/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929199726666306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9CUFtIkI/AAAAAAAABAY/ZUa1B4rkfvE/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9B1Ryr6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WOcYgX-G1cI/s1600/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929191455862690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9B1Ryr6I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WOcYgX-G1cI/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Duncan has always responded to our happy faces by giving us a little smile here and there...even from the day he was born.  But around the middle of May, he started smiling even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9BeCy4nI/AAAAAAAABAI/IZ0v2SRAFq8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929185218945650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9BeCy4nI/AAAAAAAABAI/IZ0v2SRAFq8/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started being able to count on him smiling pretty much every time we smiled at him (and he was not crying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9AnkBoMI/AAAAAAAABAA/u6TzDma4ITs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929170594373826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9AnkBoMI/AAAAAAAABAA/u6TzDma4ITs/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly, he became much more interactive and sociable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9APQgOBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Y4qfyKaHeYE/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486929164070041618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9APQgOBI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Y4qfyKaHeYE/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 4 1/2 weeks old, he was giving his Daddy regular smiles....just in time for his Daddy to leave us for 5 weeks to go to China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV56R0X3WI/AAAAAAAAA_w/jAxs3BKtZcY/s1600/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925763143261538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV56R0X3WI/AAAAAAAAA_w/jAxs3BKtZcY/s320/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day before Dave left, we met him so we could release a few "pets" that really belonged in the wild.  While we waited for him to arrive, the kids enjoyed climbing a big tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV553-voiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nFGabiqLIxc/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925756207440418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV553-voiI/AAAAAAAAA_o/nFGabiqLIxc/s320/155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....playing with some big sticks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV55XEUeiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tjkSV0NrQd0/s1600/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925747372456482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV55XEUeiI/AAAAAAAAA_g/tjkSV0NrQd0/s320/157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....walking around, enjoying the nice weather and sunshine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV54oel3uI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Dmvk3vxZtfc/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925734866181858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV54oel3uI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Dmvk3vxZtfc/s320/154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....looking for bugs....playing with more big sticks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV54GcANwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/6C6D202xTAI/s1600/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486925725728519938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV54GcANwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/6C6D202xTAI/s320/161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....delighting at the discovery of "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wishing&lt;/span&gt; flowers".....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV3-Tq4FSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ypqZGlT9D-o/s1600/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923633336522018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV3-Tq4FSI/AAAAAAAAA_I/ypqZGlT9D-o/s320/182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....climbing very high in the big tree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV398PqHrI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HfHiZLvL3_0/s1600/202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923627048345266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV398PqHrI/AAAAAAAAA_A/HfHiZLvL3_0/s320/202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .....nursing the baby (well, I did that, not the kids)........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV39sEW31I/AAAAAAAAA-4/X2pNubsNIO4/s1600/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923622705979218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV39sEW31I/AAAAAAAAA-4/X2pNubsNIO4/s320/180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ......being silly........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV39NhqIfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/KiHz7l3tNC0/s1600/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923614507377138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV39NhqIfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/KiHz7l3tNC0/s320/190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ......hanging out in the car............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV38mpEIpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/chymVMcqVZY/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486923604069458578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV38mpEIpI/AAAAAAAAA-o/chymVMcqVZY/s320/199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ......wrangling REALLY big sticks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1V6x64AI/AAAAAAAAA-g/J6_PZt4s7NE/s1600/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920740437155842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1V6x64AI/AAAAAAAAA-g/J6_PZt4s7NE/s320/204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ....and then Daddy arrived and took the kids down to the creek to release the critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1VoCV0oI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/V6_xgXntCP4/s1600/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920735405757058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1VoCV0oI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/V6_xgXntCP4/s320/205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we use our food storage containers for critters sometimes.....What? It's safe...we're not dead yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1U5gaNQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/G4Z7f60NXbU/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920722915407106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1U5gaNQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/G4Z7f60NXbU/s320/210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There goes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Charmander&lt;/span&gt;, the tiger salamander off to enjoy his new life of freedom!  The kids also released a garter snake, whom I'm sure was also very glad to be free....so glad, in fact, that he slithered off too fast to get a picture of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1UpASDKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Qt8w4ppvZQM/s1600/100_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920718485687458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1UpASDKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Qt8w4ppvZQM/s320/100_0216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day, early in the morning, Dave left a very emotional post-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt; wife and their 7 children to spend 5 weeks in China. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1T8TyMXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/TBT7fHmd6C4/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486920706487890290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV1T8TyMXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/TBT7fHmd6C4/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very happily, my generous and kind Mother came to stay with us for the majority of the time Dave was gone.  As you can tell by Duncan's very happy face, we were all over-joyed she came!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-116726549129784320?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/116726549129784320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/06/spring-finally-starting-springing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/116726549129784320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/116726549129784320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/06/spring-finally-starting-springing.html' title='Spring finally starting springing, Duncan started giving us lots of smiles and Dave went to China!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/TCV9vuAtioI/AAAAAAAABAw/ghuzaxEY4OE/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5521419313716668419</id><published>2010-05-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:39:05.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona's baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-QhffvR_9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/GKf2-vAPVts/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468532672514097106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-QhffvR_9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/GKf2-vAPVts/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona recently turned eight!!  In our church, we don't believe in infant baptism.  We believe, through modern-day revelation, that we are not born in sin.  We believe children reach the age of accountability (and thus become responsible for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; mistakes/wrong-doings and are old enough to choose for themselves) at eight years old.  Before a child is baptised, they have an interview with the bishop of our congregation just like any convert of any age would.  The bishop asks them, essentially, if they have a testimony of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ and if they have a desire to be baptised in his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-Qhe5iyooI/AAAAAAAAA9c/zg3PKIHKsHk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468532662261162626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-Qhe5iyooI/AAAAAAAAA9c/zg3PKIHKsHk/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the family before the service...our first family picture since little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Duncan&lt;/span&gt; was born!  He was 9 days old in this picture.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy for Fiona that she chose to become a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disciple&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;follower&lt;/span&gt; of Christ by being baptised!  I am very proud of the choices she makes.  She has a great desire to choose the right.  I am thankful her older brothers have chosen to be such great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;examples&lt;/span&gt; to her and the other kids.  I am very thankful for a husband who chooses to be a worthy priesthood holder and can use that priesthood (which is the proper authority to act in God's name through ordinances and blessings) to baptise and bless our children.  Duncan was blessed in church the day after Fiona's baptism.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After her baptism, Fiona went for a daddy-daughter date with Dave.  They went to the church book store so Fiona could choose her very own set of scriptures and get her name embossed on them.  Then they got some ice cream.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5521419313716668419?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5521419313716668419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/05/fionas-baptism.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5521419313716668419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5521419313716668419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/05/fionas-baptism.html' title='Fiona&apos;s baptism'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-QhffvR_9I/AAAAAAAAA9k/GKf2-vAPVts/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8344483971274573822</id><published>2010-05-06T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:37:09.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunt and peck....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-LS76Y_0AI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ksn0Bes3x8E/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164824309420034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-LS76Y_0AI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ksn0Bes3x8E/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three weeks ago today, the above sweet little baby, Duncan, was born!  And ever since then, my arms have constantly been holding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-LS7UNCYwI/AAAAAAAAA9M/L17v8u_js4o/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468164814058709762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-LS7UNCYwI/AAAAAAAAA9M/L17v8u_js4o/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE holding and snuggling my babies!  But it does call for one-handed typing which is slow and frustrating....thus I have hardly e-mailed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebooked&lt;/span&gt;....or blogged!  Some day my arms will be all too empty of babies...I'll blog a lot then!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8344483971274573822?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8344483971274573822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/05/hunt-and-peck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8344483971274573822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8344483971274573822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/05/hunt-and-peck.html' title='Hunt and peck....'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S-LS76Y_0AI/AAAAAAAAA9U/ksn0Bes3x8E/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3232475816332855478</id><published>2010-03-30T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:16:00.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample birth plan for a natural hospital birth</title><content type='html'>Before I had my first baby, I heard of a lady at church who at gone "all natural" for the birth of her babies.  I pictured a woman lying in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; bed, hooked up to all the regular stuff, thrashing in pain.  I think this is probably the way most people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; a "natural" (meaning no pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt; birth.  I had already started reading a bit about natural childbirth and felt that was the direction I wanted to go.  Since that time, I have read and studied and read and studied some more about the subject and, of course, given birth a few times!  The birth plan I have worked out and feel really happy with is not really just about not having pain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; during birth; it is really about achieving a birth with as little intervention as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intervention-free birth is very important to me.  I did not work hard to bring this sweet baby into the world only to have him whisked away by nurses when he should be cuddling skin to skin with his Mommy.  I didn't go through 3 months of pure nausea to be tied down to a hospital bed with wires and monitors and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IV's&lt;/span&gt; plugged into me .  I didn't endure countless nights of insomnia only to be told by nurses to hold my breath and push while they count to 10!  Not only are these interventions things that I personally don't like, they have all been proven to be pointless and even harmful to a normal, healthy labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AAP&lt;/span&gt; has stated that the mother is the best means of warming a newborn and immediate skin to skin contact helps facilitate bonding and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; breastfeeding and yet the routine in most hospitals involves the baby being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whisked&lt;/span&gt; away from Mom to a warming table and then not returned to mom until the baby has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achieved&lt;/span&gt; a desired body temp and is wrapped tightly in blankets.  Even though studies have concluded that breath holding and directed pushing can deprive your baby of oxygen, it is still the "norm" in most hospitals today.    The same can be said for most routine hospital protocol...it's either just not necessary or it can actually hinder your labor/birth/bonding.  This is where a good birth plan (and good birth attendant) comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a sample birth plan to help you achieve a "natural" or non-intervention birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Birth Plan for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like to wear my own clothes during labor, birth, and postpartum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like freedom to use the tub and shower as I see fit during labor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will not require a routine I.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like the freedom to move about and labor and birth in any position I feel comfortable.  This  may include giving birth in a location of the room &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; bed.  If the birth does take place on the bed, I do NOT want the bed broken down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like the room to remain dim/naturally lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intermittent&lt;/span&gt; fetal monitoring with a Doppler, not continuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If labor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;augmentation&lt;/span&gt; becomes an issue, i would prefer to use natural methods deemed appropriate by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do not want any extra people in the room while I labor and give birth.  The only hospital staff present should be my midwife/doctor, the nurse, and the baby nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want to be able to push when I am ready to push with no directed pushing (holding breath and counting to ten.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; tear than have an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;episiotomy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like my husband and/or myself to "catch' the baby if appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want my baby's cord to sop pulsating before my husband or I cut it...a &lt;strong&gt;minimum&lt;/strong&gt; of 5-10 minutes after birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want my baby to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; placed on my chest following birth, nurse right away, and remain with me continuously.  I want all procedures/baby checks to be done while my baby remains on my chest.  I do not want the baby to spend any routine time on warming bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the event of an emergency/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; circumstance I want my husband to remain with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; baby at ALL times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My baby will not receive the eye ointment, vitamin K shot, or hepatitis B shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If my baby is a boy, he will not be circumcised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like the freedom to return home within 24 hours after the birth if I so desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would like my family to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to visit myself and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; following the baby's birth if I so desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, emergencies arise and sometimes plans need to be altered and that is fine...the key is to be as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;educated&lt;/span&gt; and prepared as possible to help prevent those emergencies.   If you are interested in achieving a birth with little to no intervention, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; not being induced and waiting until you are in active labor before going to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;, as well as educating yourself.  It is important to be flexible with your expectations, but in the case of a normal, healthy labor there is no reason why all of your desires for you birth can not be met!  Hiring a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt; (a professional labor assistant) will also greatly benefit you with having the birth you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a pain medication-free birth the best choice for every woman? No, I think every woman has the right to make that decision for herself...but it is every woman's right to have the safest birth and the birth she desires for herself and her baby...the fewer the interventions used, the more likely she will attain this goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3232475816332855478?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3232475816332855478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/sample-birth-plan-for-natural-hospital.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3232475816332855478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3232475816332855478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/sample-birth-plan-for-natural-hospital.html' title='Sample birth plan for a natural hospital birth'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7360600131025138131</id><published>2010-03-06T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:04:53.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Grande Cirque</title><content type='html'>7 or 8 months ago, Dave bought tickets for our whole family to go and see a troupe of Chinese Acrobats preform.  They do an act similar to Cirque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soliel&lt;/span&gt; and it sounded really fun and exciting!  After anticipating it for so many months, last night was finally the big event! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; was held at the Air Force Academy.  We thought we'd try and get a better parking spot by going on campus (where you need a special clearance badge to get on) rather than waiting in the very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looooooong&lt;/span&gt; line of cars to get into the regular parking.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...didn't really work out that way!  We were running a bit late already, so we argued a bit and then parked in a lot that I thought was closer than it really was.   Apparently, Dave knew how far away we were but didn't want to argue too much with a pregnant woman...he'd rather see her hike 5 billion miles up hill.  :)  It was pretty darn windy and cold, but the kids were all super excited and that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; gave them the motivation and energy to hike such a long way.  I was grumpy about it, of course...and not mentally/emotionally prepared to walk (mostly up-hill) such a long distance.  About 10 minutes into the hike, Scarlett turned to me and with bright eyes asked "will there be real live bats?" She was a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; as I tried to explain to her that bats had nothing to do with acrobats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to the auditorium just as it was supposed to begin, but there were so many people still coming in that they didn't start right away.  We had a nice row 6 seats off to a side and Elijah and Sebastian sat behind us.  It worked out perfectly that Brighton could walk around and was not able to escape our row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual show was pretty good...very dramatic and exciting to watch with the usual cool tricks like 5 billion people on a bicycle, a guy balancing on a ladder who balanced a couple of girls on his shoulders, contortionists who sat on their own heads and stood on their own shoulders, plate spinners, guys who jumped and tumbled through hoops, etc.  In between acts, there was a "funny guy" who pulled people from the audience and did entertaining and funny things...Haven especially really liked him.  I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; favorite act was right after intermission when they had the stage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; dark with black lights shining at it.  There were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performers&lt;/span&gt; dressed in glow in the dark clothes who did neat tricks, but mostly all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;performers&lt;/span&gt; were dressed in black and you couldn't see their bodies...just the ribbon they were twirling or the table they were spinning or whatever.  It was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing about the evening was hearing the kids spontaneous reactions to what they were watching.  The boys, who were sitting behind me, kept getting louder and louder as their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; grew.  Sebastian kept saying things like "spectacular" or "amazing" and Elijah kept saying either "rad" or "that's so cool!"  It was sweet to watch Haven clap during parts she really liked...even though no one else was clapping at all.  Scarlett, who was sitting next to me, would look over at me with a big smile when she saw something she liked.  There was one part where ladies came out in costumes that looked like they had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flowy&lt;/span&gt; wings and she said to me "those must be the bats!"  :)  Fiona leaned forward and watched everything pretty intently and mostly helped Brighton with his snacks ...and by "helping" I think that meant she got some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snackage&lt;/span&gt; too.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show lasted about 2 hours and, at it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completion&lt;/span&gt;, it was 2 1/2 hours past Brighton, Scarlett and Haven's bedtime!  Scarlett was VERY tired...she almost fell asleep at the end and there was no way she was going to be able to walk all the way back to the car.  Once we got outside, Sebastian sweetly offered to carry her.  He tried for a few minutes, but his coat was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poofy&lt;/span&gt; and slippery and he hasn't figured out the hip carry thing yet, so it was pretty hard for him and not comfy for Scarlett.  I offered to carry her and mentioned I had a nice little bump for her to sit on.  She liked that idea.  :)  I carried her for a while, with Sebastian offering over and over again to carry her so I could have a break.  He is a sweet son.  :)  I needed a break after awhile and tried to teach him the hip carry...but being an 11 year old boy, he doesn't really have hips...and again with the puffy, slippery coat...so it didn't really work out again, but even just the one or two minutes he carried her gave me the break I needed to be able to carry her again.  (Dave was carrying Brighton.)  The wind was even colder than when we had arrived and everyone was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; tired!  After we got down a big hill, I needed another break from carrying Scarlett so Sebastian tried to create a "bump" for her by having the diaper bag hang from his neck and have her sort of sit on the diaper bag at his front.  That lasted about another 2 minutes.  Then I tried to coax her into walking a bit and told her we were almost to the car!!  She kept saying "no we're not...I can't see it!" and was just too tired to walk.  Then I told her "pretend you're a little pioneer girl and we're walking to Salt Lake!"  She was not very thrilled about that, either so I scooped her up again and we all finally made it back to the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun, family experience and I'm very glad we went.  I have to admit, though, that it wasn't really that much more exciting than watching it on t.v....so while I'm glad we shared this experience as a family and my kids got to go, I probably won't be that excited to do it again.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-7360600131025138131?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7360600131025138131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/le-grande-cirque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7360600131025138131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7360600131025138131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/le-grande-cirque.html' title='Le Grande Cirque'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6181948235482294309</id><published>2010-03-03T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:13:47.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom!!  I am so lucky to have you as a Mom and as my kids' Grandma!  :)  Thanks for your wonderful example and all that you have taught me!!  :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db29f87dd7d72d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db29f87dd7d72d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329963147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E50F2B922292DB2FC047EFF37375B53BB071F8.229AE368A4DCAED513A9EBCAAFBCA5794D8506A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb29f87dd7d72d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmKpmricQIUFvgG6DabwFaRNzzo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0db29f87dd7d72d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329963147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18E50F2B922292DB2FC047EFF37375B53BB071F8.229AE368A4DCAED513A9EBCAAFBCA5794D8506A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb29f87dd7d72d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmKpmricQIUFvgG6DabwFaRNzzo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6181948235482294309?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db29f87dd7d72d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6181948235482294309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6181948235482294309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6181948235482294309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-to-my-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday to my mom!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2170738387106115956</id><published>2010-03-02T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:46:31.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big boy hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S41A0e5jhAI/AAAAAAAAA80/WocRniVUDCw/s1600-h/Brighton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444078794952639490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S41A0e5jhAI/AAAAAAAAA80/WocRniVUDCw/s320/Brighton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S409Ox9FgEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/6gYua2hs5z4/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hard to see it in the above adorable picture of adorable Brighton, but he was starting to sport a mullet. I don't have anything against people who choose this particular style of hair, it's just not my thing....nor do I want the mullet to be the thing for any of my kids. :) It was time for Brighton's first hair cut! I have wanted to trim it for some time, but the protests of his siblings and father have delayed this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;momentous&lt;/span&gt; event. It seems that everyone was very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to his baby hair, except his mother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S409OPXRZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/VkG33jLDynM/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444074839412402066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S409OPXRZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8k/VkG33jLDynM/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But once I started throwing around the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mullet&lt;/span&gt;" term, I garnered Dave's full support...well mostly full. :) I trimmed it Sunday morning before he got in the shower with his daddy. He was very wiggly and the hair cut is NOT even in the slightest...but the mullet is gone and he is looking like a big boy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S409NiwZVMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b4nxtaKF1eM/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444074827438183618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S409NiwZVMI/AAAAAAAAA8c/b4nxtaKF1eM/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave was slightly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appalled&lt;/span&gt; that I could just throw his little baby hair away in the trash and not save any of it. The girls all came in and made sad sighing noises for the loss of his baby hair. When he came out after his shower, the boys all cooed over him and how sad it was that his baby hair had to be cut off...but everyone also made sure to let him know how handsome he looked. :) I'm just glad the mullet is gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2170738387106115956?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2170738387106115956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-boy-hair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2170738387106115956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2170738387106115956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-boy-hair.html' title='Big boy hair!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S41A0e5jhAI/AAAAAAAAA80/WocRniVUDCw/s72-c/Brighton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1455940476737400575</id><published>2010-03-02T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T08:27:30.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very delicate surgery</title><content type='html'>Sebastian decided that his remote controlled T-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;, now nick-named "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexy&lt;/span&gt;", needed to have his broken legs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stabilized&lt;/span&gt; through surgery.  He gathered all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; equipment/tools and placed them on a "sterile" paper towel.  Haven was assigned as his surgical assistant/nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4065trISYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/jmNOrPISZOk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444072287748245890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4065trISYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/jmNOrPISZOk/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S40644S5FqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YAiz5JRPSL0/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444072273419507362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S40644S5FqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/YAiz5JRPSL0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It started out just being Sebastian and Haven, but soon an audience formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4064ZLzUzI/AAAAAAAAA78/rxLOBKtMoiw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444072265068270386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4064ZLzUzI/AAAAAAAAA78/rxLOBKtMoiw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah and Brighton took a break from watching to play.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4063QJzqLI/AAAAAAAAA70/--0VU5LzMBw/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444072245464115378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4063QJzqLI/AAAAAAAAA70/--0VU5LzMBw/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona was later enlisted to help with the stitching up.  She is the one, after-all, with the sewing kit.  :)  Haven is helping with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stabilizing&lt;/span&gt; sticks (pick-up sticks broken in half.)  I'm not sure if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexy&lt;/span&gt; is any more stable than she was before, but she now has cool scars to show off to all her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; friends.  &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/7044671096369512055-1455940476737400575?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1455940476737400575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-delicate-surgery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1455940476737400575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1455940476737400575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/very-delicate-surgery.html' title='A very delicate surgery'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4065trISYI/AAAAAAAAA8M/jmNOrPISZOk/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2018702456632996396</id><published>2010-03-02T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:15:28.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The great computer change-over.</title><content type='html'>Usually Thursdays are one of my very favorite days of the week.  Of course, Thursday is right before Friday and Friday is just about the weekend!  Then there's the fact that my 4 oldest kids attend the Home School Academy all day that day, the house is quiet and calm and Scarlett and I get to hang out together.  :)  One of my sisters-in-law loves Thursdays and always celebrates that day.  Thursday is also one of my work-out days, which I look forward to and love.  Oh, and Survivor is on that night.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was not the usual joyous Thursday, however.  I was scheduled to have my first root canal that afternoon (in place of my usual work-out...so not the same!)  I had downloaded some stuff on to the computer the night before that I could put on my phone (which is also an MP3 player) to listen to during the dreaded dental procedure.  I planned on getting this done first thing in the morning after I dropped the kids off at school...but the computer would not turn on!!  I tried for about an hour to get the computer to boot up, but it wouldn't.  Then I remembered the laptop and decided to use it, instead.  Guess what? It's battery was just about dead and the power cord was not working!!  I got to quickly check my e-mail and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; before the battery died.  I tried different plugs, wiggling the cord, everything but it would not work!  Not the greatest way to start off root canal Thursday, in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Dave came home and I was off to my root canal appointment.  Technically, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; walked.  I purposefully choose dentists (this is our 3rd...) who are located in the business park across the street from our neighborhood so that we can walk there.  The biggest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; to this goal, however, is that the street you have to cross, although it does have a light, is freakishly busy and scary to cross.  Plus it was colder that day.  Plus, having never had a root canal before, I didn't know if I would really feel like walking home afterwards.  I'm glad I drove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inherited&lt;/span&gt; a lot of really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; things from my mom....my teeth not being one of them, however!  (Sorry Mom...still love you!)  She has told me how it can be very hard for her to get numb for dental procedures and how her root canals have been two-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parter's&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't really think about any of this before my root canal...everyone said it would be no big deal at all, so that is what I expected.  Until he had numbed me 4 different times already and I could still feel the drilling.  The dentist said, as a last resort, he could just drill very quickly into the nerve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cavity&lt;/span&gt; and then be able to inject anesthetic directly into it.  Well, it turns out I also had a pulp stone (akin to a kidney stone, only in your tooth root) so he had to "quickly" drill into my nerve about 4-5 different times!  Then he had to inject the pain killer directly into about 2-3 more times before I was finally numb!  But this time, my jaw was already killing me from being propped open for 45 minutes, and the root canal hadn't even officially started yet!  This is one reason why I only got 1/2 a root canal that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was, however, good news when I came home from the dentist...Dave had called Sam's Club (where we purchased our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; new and now dead computer) and the very nice manager there said that he would take the computer back as a return and credit us so we could buy a new one!!  What a nice guy!  And what great customer service!  So we picked out a new one on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; and Dave set it all up Saturday night while I used the laptop (the new cord was ordered, but the old one was working again, randomly.)  He spent a lot of time last night switching all our old computer data (which a nice friend of his from work was able to save off our dead computer!) to the new computer.  I still have not hooked up the camera to the new computer, however, which was the whole point of this long-winded post.  :)  I have not been taking nearly as many pictures as I used to, anyway, since my camera is getting old and not taking very good pictures...but there are a few memorable moments sitting on that little card inside my camera that I really should download and blog now that the great computer change-over has taken place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2018702456632996396?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2018702456632996396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-computer-change-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2018702456632996396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2018702456632996396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-computer-change-over.html' title='The great computer change-over.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3110252045695399771</id><published>2010-02-27T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:28:48.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping like a baby.</title><content type='html'>Sleeping FOR your growing, in-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt; baby is NOT like sleeping like a baby!  Of course it's hard to get and stay comfortable and random appendages fall asleep.  It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; frustrating to have to get up every few hours to go to the bathroom.  Then there's heartburn to contend with, and weird, random leg cramps.  Speaking of legs, there is also restless leg syndrome that can get pretty darn irritating!  But this pregnancy, those things seem like cake to get over compared with the dreaded INSOMNIA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.  I am overly tired.  I am exhausted.  I go to bed and it can take HOURS to actually fall asleep!  Then, when I finally get to sleep, I wake up several times a night for NO REASON and then can't fall back asleep right away!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AGH&lt;/span&gt;!!  I used to find solace and relief in my daily nap, but now INSOMNIA has ruined that too!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pregnant is a wonderful, happy blessing.  I love my sweet little unborn.  :)  I love that my body can nurture and support this new life.  I just wish it were easier to get some rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks left and counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3110252045695399771?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3110252045695399771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleeping-like-baby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3110252045695399771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3110252045695399771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleeping-like-baby.html' title='Sleeping like a baby.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2683904710429771410</id><published>2010-02-24T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:52:03.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjD0Sh4QI/AAAAAAAAA7s/D5dNUcUaPbc/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005379462586626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjD0Sh4QI/AAAAAAAAA7s/D5dNUcUaPbc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day, we actually got enough snow to warrant shoveling.  I sent Sebastian, Fiona and Elijah out to get it done.  About 10 minutes into it, I saw the above image.  Oh no!  Has Elijah fainted from over-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exertion&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjDOmobMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yUnX-uDiwoE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005369346354370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjDOmobMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/yUnX-uDiwoE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are we experiencing another round of stomach flu and he is about to throw-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjCWfJfPI/AAAAAAAAA7c/V6Ws6kS_6hA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005354282581234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjCWfJfPI/AAAAAAAAA7c/V6Ws6kS_6hA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh...huh...he's just taking a bit of a break to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hork&lt;/span&gt; down as much snow as possible without actually having to do the work of picking it up and bringing it to his mouth.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4Xiwf_n3qI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZPdsOAroZMA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005047597063842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4Xiwf_n3qI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZPdsOAroZMA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian and Fiona, on the other hand, were hard at work making another snow curve to keep kids from going into the street when they sled.  Sebastian had most of the sidewalk shovelled and had used a lot of the snow for the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XivjESdSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Z5nmBBHMX2g/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005031242069282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XivjESdSI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Z5nmBBHMX2g/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls were busy playing while all of this was happening.  Then they came out and saw the kids outside and, of course, wanted to join them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4Xiu0ecoJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/328aAI8-3jY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005018735321234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4Xiu0ecoJI/AAAAAAAAA7E/328aAI8-3jY/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Elijah saw the above picture of Scarlett, he said "aw, she's so cute!"  Elijah is her buddy.  He came in shortly after the pigging-out-on-snow feast.  Being her buddy, he helped Scarlett get ready to go out into the snow.  What a nice big brother!  All of the kids are just so sweet and helpful...they impress me every day with their willingness and desire to help one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XiuNd3ecI/AAAAAAAAA68/B8WuAxt6YqA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442005008263903682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XiuNd3ecI/AAAAAAAAA68/B8WuAxt6YqA/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back to the snow scene outside: Once Sebastian caught onto the fact that, while he was still shoveling, Elijah was taking an extended "break" to eat snow, he came over to "encourage" Elijah to help out some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XitM1CQ3I/AAAAAAAAA60/X4Trl5UyViA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442004990912775026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XitM1CQ3I/AAAAAAAAA60/X4Trl5UyViA/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on a completely different note: I have been letting the kids use the camera pretty much whenever they'd like to.  It's getting older and not taking nearly as nice of pictures as it used to, so I am not all that protective of it these days.  When I was downloading the snow pictures, the above picture caught my eye.  When the boys saw it, they both started giggling.  Everyone is so good at playing with Brighton and love to think of different things to make him giggle.  I guess Brighton thought it was funny to sit on Elijah's head.  :)  I'm sure he didn't get *any* encouragement from his big, silly brothers!  :) &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/7044671096369512055-2683904710429771410?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2683904710429771410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2683904710429771410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2683904710429771410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-no.html' title='Oh No!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S4XjD0Sh4QI/AAAAAAAAA7s/D5dNUcUaPbc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3470060523516778080</id><published>2010-02-19T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:33:33.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kind of day we're having...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S37XS3hu5YI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NFF5SHk0JZQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440022119053190530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S37XS3hu5YI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NFF5SHk0JZQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton just dumped a nearly full bag of Honey-Nut Cheerios and I don't really care....in fact my first thought was "awesome, they can have a snack and be entertained at the same time!" instead of something more sane like "oh &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;, there went $3 and now I have to clean it up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S37XSZyxykI/AAAAAAAAA6k/hr3OXa4Kc_o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440022111071619650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S37XSZyxykI/AAAAAAAAA6k/hr3OXa4Kc_o/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's just the kind of day we're having.  Or, more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt;...the kind of day I'M having.  There have been some days during this pregnancy where I have been a normal, productive person; doing normal, productive things like cleaning and feeding people.  I have to admit, though, that the majority of this pregnancy has consisted of days like today.  I'm tired.  I don't feel like cleaning.  I let kids sleep in late.  I'm just sitting around.  The house is a pig sty and a half.  I am not really "making" kids do chores and clean stuff up.  The kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; aren't complaining.  The dogs (who now get to eat hundreds of cheerios off the floor) are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; not complaining.  But I am...it never really feels good to not be productive day after day.  It does feel good to get things done and to have a clean house and yummy, healthy food to eat.  The motivation and energy just aren't there most days.  Some of my pregnancies have been super productive times....when I was pregnant with Haven, my house was so consistently clean that I ran out of things to clean every day and resorted to washing couch cushions and such!  I had a lot of energy and, I think just as importantly, tons of drive to get things done.  Not so this time around!  I guess I have plenty of years ahead of me of having a clean house.....that's what I am telling myself, anyway!  :)    &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/7044671096369512055-3470060523516778080?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3470060523516778080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/kind-of-day-were-having.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3470060523516778080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3470060523516778080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/kind-of-day-were-having.html' title='The kind of day we&apos;re having...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S37XS3hu5YI/AAAAAAAAA6s/NFF5SHk0JZQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2011439308906690511</id><published>2010-02-16T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:08:28.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding composer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbYH5vuSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/z4tiwCQl31E/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041444976245026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbYH5vuSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/z4tiwCQl31E/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona has been taking piano lessons for a few months now from an adorable teenage girl in our ward (our church congregation.)  She has been learning a lot and really loves to practice and loves playing the piano.  This week, she started writing her own songs.  With hand-drawn lines on a blank piece of paper, she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;meticulously&lt;/span&gt; wrote in the notes as she selected and played them.  The next day, I printed off some blank sheet music from &lt;a href="http://www.blanksheetmusic.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbXawdZlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/slDFA1B0ZMI/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041432857699922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbXawdZlI/AAAAAAAAA6U/slDFA1B0ZMI/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She went right to work on some new songs!  She really gives a lot of thought to how she wants her song to sound and tries it out several times before writing down the notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbWmeumcI/AAAAAAAAA6M/AjFUrCrfHNE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041418824686018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbWmeumcI/AAAAAAAAA6M/AjFUrCrfHNE/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This particular afternoon, Brighton was having a hard time taking his nap, so she voluntarily played a few octaves higher and pressed the keys very lightly.  :)  I love seeing her play the piano and hope that she will continue to love it and achieve a comfortable level of proficiency as she gets older.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad taught me how to play the piano when I was little.  I practiced very little and had whole years at a time when I hardly played.  I did manage to continue learning, though I never tried very hard.  I really enjoy playing the piano now, but am sad I never took the time to reach a more serviceable level of proficiency; I play only a few songs well enough for myself or anyone else to sing along to and I do not play well enough to be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accompanist&lt;/span&gt; at church...both things I hope to accomplish one day!  I guess I should follow Fiona's example and practice more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2011439308906690511?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2011439308906690511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/budding-composer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2011439308906690511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2011439308906690511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/budding-composer.html' title='Budding composer'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tbYH5vuSI/AAAAAAAAA6c/z4tiwCQl31E/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3464452451077710427</id><published>2010-02-16T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:55:16.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZM82YDxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m7XyhwVB6vg/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039054007504658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZM82YDxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m7XyhwVB6vg/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Err, or was that Happy Chinese New Year? Or wait...I guess it was both, but at our house, we sort of only paid attention to the Chinese New Year part.  :)  Dave brought back the girls some lovely Chinese dressed last time he went to China, so the girls wore those to church on Sunday.  Above is Fiona in her dress, with a Chinese shawl and even holding a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shitzu&lt;/span&gt;! (we were doggy sitting...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZMmbK1EI/AAAAAAAAA58/GfGkqFz4sPw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039047987811394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZMmbK1EI/AAAAAAAAA58/GfGkqFz4sPw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All three girls (and Brighton.)  Dave wore a Chinese tie, I wore a skirt he brought me back, Elijah wore a Chinese vest, and Sebastian wore a silk Chinese jacket type thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZLyyYOzI/AAAAAAAAA50/tNZVoZqrEy4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039034126514994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZLyyYOzI/AAAAAAAAA50/tNZVoZqrEy4/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I put chopsticks in all three girls' hair.  It was pretty darn adorable...though Scarlett and Haven's kept falling out at church, so we just left them out.  I guess they need more hair...or less slippery chopsticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZLkKEz5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/VtxxId9zWLA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439039030199373714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZLkKEz5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/VtxxId9zWLA/s320/007.JPG" /&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/7044671096369512055-3464452451077710427?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3464452451077710427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3464452451077710427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3464452451077710427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tZM82YDxI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m7XyhwVB6vg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5032979731850676087</id><published>2010-02-16T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:42:25.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of pure desperation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tW3-QpEbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zuUWlTQmlJw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439036494585598386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tW3-QpEbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zuUWlTQmlJw/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, that is not a picture of one of the girls when they were younger....it is poor Brighton!  I have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; neglectful of the laundry that tonight after his bath, all I had to put on him that would be warm for bed was a purple "Big Sister's Rock!" shirt.  At least he had some "manly" sweatpants with fighter planes on them to balance it out.  Now to go tackle the mountain of laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5032979731850676087?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5032979731850676087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-pure-desperation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5032979731850676087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5032979731850676087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-of-pure-desperation.html' title='Out of pure desperation...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3tW3-QpEbI/AAAAAAAAA5k/zuUWlTQmlJw/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3871208877390304916</id><published>2010-02-10T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:43:37.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true to form</title><content type='html'>True to form, I have procrastinated the kid's valentines until the very last minute!  Tomorrow is their school day and their valentines class parties.  I've known about it for weeks, but, like usual, I didn't help them do anything about it until this afternoon.  I didn't feel like going to the store to buy valentines, so I used &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/valentines-day/valentines-day-cards/friendship-blossoms-825185/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; idea from Family Fun magazine.  Now, I knew our version would not turn out as dainty and cute as the magazines...it's the thought (and the process of making them) that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL-vsN5WI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aw4WlKAv-co/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436772716492219746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL-vsN5WI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aw4WlKAv-co/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above and below is what it looked like in our kitchen while everyone was hard at work cutting out all the little hearts...we cut out a LOT of little hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL97GAp6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/n8yut7gJ-ds/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436772702373324706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL97GAp6I/AAAAAAAAA5M/n8yut7gJ-ds/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You may have noticed the bench and all the chairs tipped over on their sides and people standing up or sitting on the table rather than on said bench or chairs....this is all for a very good reason named BRIGHTON.  Except at mealtimes, we have to keep the bench and chairs lying down to prevent Brighton from climbing on them and using them to climb onto even higher things.  He is very adept at moving the chairs to a desired location and then climbing up to get into things or to sit on the table...all not too safe things for him to be doing.  The little kids don't take up enough room on a chair to prevent him from climbing up on it with them, so they can't sit on a chair unless Brighton is busy or in his highchair (which he also can climb out of...)  It will be nice in a few months when we can all sit down again...and not have a bunch of chairs lying around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL9c3DrZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GT8Q8hxaaYU/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436772694257544594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL9c3DrZI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GT8Q8hxaaYU/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our finished valentine.  All the kids worked together to cut out the hearts and assemble the valentines, then they all split them according to their class sizes.  They used the petals to write "From..."  I think they are pretty adorable...and the kids really enjoyed making them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So have I learned my lesson about waiting until the last minute? Probably not...I think that's just how I function best, actually.  Even though it would more than likely be less stressful and maybe even more enjoyable, I am a procrastinator...I get some of my best ideas and inspirations at the last minute...I get the drive and motivation to get things done at the last possible second...I'm not good at planning ahead; it's just who I am and I guess it works for me!  Well, most of the time it works... &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/7044671096369512055-3871208877390304916?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3871208877390304916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-to-form.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3871208877390304916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3871208877390304916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-to-form.html' title='true to form'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3NL-vsN5WI/AAAAAAAAA5U/aw4WlKAv-co/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-717116699290143728</id><published>2010-02-08T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:17:33.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new take on the homeschool Workbox system</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9yWOH5pI/AAAAAAAAA48/HAYRws8t5Jg/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912685403760274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9yWOH5pI/AAAAAAAAA48/HAYRws8t5Jg/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Using the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; system has really revolutionized our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  But the original system is not a keeper.  We used to do it &lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/bless-lady-who-came-up-with-work-box.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; way, and it was great for awhile.  It helped me to organize our day better and get a whole lot more accomplished in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  I think it also helped the kids get more "into" doing school work each day.  There were a couple of problems with the original &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; system, though.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; bins, even though we used way less than the actual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; system suggests, turned out to be a waste of space...space that was sorely needed to store actual stuff, not just bins that were empty most of the time.  Taking 30-45 minutes EVERY night to fill the bins turned out to not be my thing...way too time consuming!  The kids would get out their bins out to do their work, and suddenly the table was a mess of bins and papers and very little room for kids to work.  It's taken me a few weeks, but I finally figured out how to solve our storage problem and adapt the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; system to fit our needs.  TA-DA!  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; crate!  (see above picture)  Each child has 4 hanging file folders; one for each of the 4 days that we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; a week.  All the kid's file folders fit nicely in one crate....so much less space than all the plastic bins!  PLUS, I can load up a whole weeks worth of work in one night!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9hdlRZ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/1H8TvD0D5gE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912395322124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9hdlRZ5I/AAAAAAAAA40/1H8TvD0D5gE/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the front of each of the sets of file folders, there is an expandable folder with the child's name on it so they know which section is theirs.  This expandable folder is also where they put their finished work so I can check it/look it over at my leisure.  I haven't figured out exactly how to integrate the funner, hands-on activities that I used to put in their bins (larger, bulkier things, etc) but I'm sure the solution will come to me soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9g0mNUMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/b2CoG4MRBhY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912384320196802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9g0mNUMI/AAAAAAAAA4s/b2CoG4MRBhY/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another "new" system I have implemented in our house is the individual white board.   Why does each kid need their own white board? Several reasons, actually:  first, my kids LOVE drawing on my white board and most of the time it is full of kids pictures and a cause of contention in that we have 5 kids who want to use it and only one small white board; second, kids have been REALLY dragging about getting their stuff done very day!  While at the school supply store doing our shopping for the semester on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I purchased some super cool white board stickers that turn any surface into a white board!  Later that day when I went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to finish up my shopping, I bought 5 clipboards for 98 cents each.  Viola!  5 individual white boards!  What does this have to do with helping motivate kids to get their stuff done every day? Well, I thought I'd try and tie in the love my kids have for their white board to help them see what needs to be done every day and see when it is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9gdVbG9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/CJDdl3uS64g/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912378075782098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9gdVbG9I/AAAAAAAAA4k/CJDdl3uS64g/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On each child's white board, I made a list of all the things I expect them to get done in the morning...things I usually have to remind/nag about until after lunch.  Each child can see exactly what they need to accomplish before they have free-time, and they get the added bonus of getting to wipe each task off after it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completed&lt;/span&gt;!  Today was our first morning using the white boards and it went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; well!!  It's just after 10am and I have one child who is minutes away from completing his whole list!  Wow, what a difference a white board makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9f1wSH-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ei2XuqkpzMA/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912367451021282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9f1wSH-I/AAAAAAAAA4c/ei2XuqkpzMA/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that we don't have all those empty bins lying around, I have so much more storage!  I also bought a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheapy&lt;/span&gt; furniture from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to complete our organization (see the very blurry picture above.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9fVcRlsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/S-76DTMor3w/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912358777165506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9fVcRlsI/AAAAAAAAA4U/S-76DTMor3w/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is what Brighton did for his "school" this morning.  :)  This is our one cabinet that we can't seem to baby-proof all the way...he knows how to open it anyway!  So he has lots of fun getting the pots and pans out a.l.l. d.a.y. l.o.n.g.!  He's cute, though, so we don't mind.  :)  I usually let my toddlers get into a few cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, it's fun and educational for them even if it does make a bit more mess.  &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/7044671096369512055-717116699290143728?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/717116699290143728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-take-on-homeschool-workbox-system.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/717116699290143728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/717116699290143728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-take-on-homeschool-workbox-system.html' title='A new take on the homeschool Workbox system'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S3A9yWOH5pI/AAAAAAAAA48/HAYRws8t5Jg/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7140298403513356893</id><published>2010-02-04T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T07:53:35.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cuz you're a Pregnant</title><content type='html'>In our house, being pregnant is not just a temporary state of being...it's a whole new species.  Scarlett and Haven say things like "...and she's a Pregnant..."  or " and you be the Pregnant, okay Mom...since you are a Pregnant" or "and this horse will be the Pregnant..." and "only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pregnants&lt;/span&gt; give birth to babies" or "if you are a Pregnant, you can sit down..."  :)  I'm not sure how I feel, being elevated to a whole new species...but I do like that at the tender ages of 4 and 5, they understand that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pregnants&lt;/span&gt; need to rest, take naps, drink lots of water, and get extra help from their kids and husbands every now and then.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-7140298403513356893?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7140298403513356893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuz-youre-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7140298403513356893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7140298403513356893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/cuz-youre-pregnant.html' title='&apos;Cuz you&apos;re a Pregnant'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3185115734045072159</id><published>2010-02-03T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:01:48.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijah's Blue and Gold Cub Scout Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mYNhrAAUI/AAAAAAAAA4M/N9fs2_B8DEw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was the annual cub scout Blue and Gold Banquet.  In this ward, they have a tradition of the boys making cakes every year.  Last year, Sebastian and Elijah (and Dave) made &lt;a href="http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-dino-cakeyum.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; dig cake.  This year, Sebastian is no longer a cub scout (he's an 11-year old scout), so the cake project was all Elijah's...and Dave's.  :)  Well, and I baked the cakes and made the frosting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXwhUc5TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/16vXL1lI6rU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434041285232878898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXwhUc5TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/16vXL1lI6rU/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Elijah spreading the red "lava" frosting on the cake that has already been frosted with chocolate frosting and surrounded by smashed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; "rubble."  Basically the whole hollow center of the cake ended up being filled with "lava"....that's a LOT of frosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXwDUqzxI/AAAAAAAAA38/G24btLDqeuA/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434041277180727058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXwDUqzxI/AAAAAAAAA38/G24btLDqeuA/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Elijah with his almost completed cake.   We wanted to wait until we got to the church building before adding the exploding lava candy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; (candy made by Dave) so there wouldn't be a chance of them falling off in the car.  Of course, right as we were about to get out of the car, Elijah accidentally let some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; slide off the cookie sheet onto the dirty floor, but most were still on the sheet, so no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXR8j5PKI/AAAAAAAAA30/c52IqriORl4/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434040759969463458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXR8j5PKI/AAAAAAAAA30/c52IqriORl4/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the finished cake.  Dave got the plan off of the Family Fun website.  I think it turned out pretty cool!  In past years, the kids have all just eaten the cakes at the Blue and Gold Banquet.  This year they did something a bit different.  For the past two weeks the boys have had the opportunity to earn points by meeting different scouting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;requirements&lt;/span&gt;.  Every boy had the same opportunity of earning points; it was up to them to full-fill requirements.  They then got to use their points last night in an auction to bid on the cake they wanted to take home.  Elijah ended up with a lot of points and got the very cake he wanted: a cake decorated like an X-Box and controller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXRUl4-HI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mV9AXAmtNTw/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434040749240416370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXRUl4-HI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mV9AXAmtNTw/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is how Brighton and I spent most of the time before the banquet actually started (we got there a bit early and they started late...so a good 30 minutes or so.)  He had LOTS of fun wandering around the gym trying to get into fun stuff and just letting his little legs move and move and move!  Scarlett helped follow him around.  At one point, she turned to me and said "it's okay, Mom, I will take care of him and you can go find a place to sit down."  :)  Sweet girl.  But I didn't take her up on that offer.  I'm thinking 4 years old isn't quite old enough to watch a baby all by yourself.  :)  She is good at it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXQ5OQXPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/wSSNzx4gfXY/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434040741893528818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXQ5OQXPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/wSSNzx4gfXY/s320/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone always has a good time running around the gym.  These two cute little girls did their fair share of running around with friends and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; a good fun!  Here they are settled at the table, waiting for it to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXQYBad8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/5evk06YPG24/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434040732981295042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXQYBad8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/5evk06YPG24/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Fiona, Sebastian and Elijah waiting patiently.  Just as Sebastian has stopped pulling weird faces (and thumbs up) when I snap a picture, Elijah has started....he really was having a good time!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXP0hqvWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Wco841jJzMo/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434040723452902754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXP0hqvWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Wco841jJzMo/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here he is getting a few awards (he got his Bear and some arrow points and a belt loop.)   After each boy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; his awards, there was clapping, of course.  Brighton thought the clapping was so fun...though he didn't actually do any clapping until about 30 seconds after everyone else was done clapping.  :)  He also, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instinctively&lt;/span&gt; I guess, rolled his arms after every clapping session....like how when you play patty-cake you clap and then roll your arms.  It was super cute.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the scouting program!  It has given the boys lots of cool educational opportunities, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amusement&lt;/span&gt; opportunities, character-building opportunities, and lots and lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt; to have fun with friends!  I have a very busy brain, so Dave has done an awesome job of being the main parent who helps the boys keep track of and accomplish their scouting requirements.  When the boys recieve a big award (like Elijah earining his Bear,) they have the mom come up to recieve a special pin in honor of all the work the mom does to help the boy earn his award.  I always feel a tinge of guilt at this point, since Dave is really the one who did all the work to help!  But oh well...I did give birth to him and nurse him for almost 2 years and wash his clothes and cook most of his meals and clean up his barf....I guess those things count too!  :) &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/7044671096369512055-3185115734045072159?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3185115734045072159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/elijahs-blue-and-gold-cub-scout-banquet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3185115734045072159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3185115734045072159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/elijahs-blue-and-gold-cub-scout-banquet.html' title='Elijah&apos;s Blue and Gold Cub Scout Banquet'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S2mXwhUc5TI/AAAAAAAAA4E/16vXL1lI6rU/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3776465813850452624</id><published>2010-02-02T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:06:41.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Our usual baby name picking routine is that we make a list.  We usually come up with a good 4-5 names that we both agree upon and feel good about for our impending arrival.  The list is handy right after the baby is born and we decide who we think this baby is.  It worked well for Sebastian, Elijah, Fiona, Haven and Scarlett.  Brighton was a name we had picked out for a boy before Haven was even born.  We still had a list of back-up names, though, in case he came out and wasn't Brighton...but he was.  :)  This pregnancy has been a bit different, though, as far as names go.  I had several girl names that Dave liked.  Then we found out we were having a boy, so obviously the girl names were out!  I would suggest boy names to Dave every few days and he didn't like any of them.  He would suggest names to me and I didn't like any of them.  I was beginning to think our baby would just be called "Baby" for the rest of his life.  Then, one day, I suggested a name and Dave said he loved it.  I loved it.  We came up with a middle name right away that fit perfectly.  We knew our baby's name and no other alternatives were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;.  Weird.  This has never really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; before.  It's cool, though.  It's made the baby like an "official" member of our family already.  The kids talk to him and call him by name.  He is included, by name, in our Family Home Evening song.  :)  Sometimes, it's like he's already here...just quite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was sort of strange how people had their baby's name picked out months before the baby was born, but now I understand.  Of course I am open to the possibility that he may come out and not be who we think he is and then he will be known as "Baby," but I'm pretty sure he is.....well....I'm not going to say until he's born!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3776465813850452624?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3776465813850452624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3776465813850452624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3776465813850452624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4761120109161472321</id><published>2010-01-26T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:12:35.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-qLFsnJzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xELxcFosmy0/s1600-h/Rummler+family+1986ish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431246783116683058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-qLFsnJzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xELxcFosmy0/s320/Rummler+family+1986ish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really just NOT a long hair person. Some women look gorgeous with long, flowing hair; I just don't. I am a short hair person. My first short hair cut was when I was 7. I asked my mom to cut it short. I think I specifically asked for it to be like my older brother, Grant's hair.   (See above photo of the very hair I am talking about...both mine and Grant's!)  The next year, when I turned 8, I had her cut it even shorter...I basically looked like a boy.  It's what I wanted, though.  I also started dressing like a boy.  Most people, in fact, thought I was a boy.  My mom, bless her heart, dealt with it all very well and very positively.  Good job, Mom! I had that same short hair cut until one fateful day when I was 10 1/2 or so.  I was riding my bike in the neighborhood and a girl whistled at me.  Apparently, I was handsome as a boy.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;!  From that day on, I started growing it out.  It wasn't until I was 16 and had a bleaching/dyeing kick that ended in fried hair that I cut it short again.  I loved it!  And I really felt that short hair suited me so much better than longer hair (by "longer" I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoulderish&lt;/span&gt; length, by the way...I was never patient enough to let it grow longer than that!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since that time, I have had a pretty regular cycle of growing it out, then chopping it off; growing it out, then chopping it off.  When Fiona was a baby, my hair was the longest it has ever been since I was a little girl.  This was my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;" stage where I went a year without wearing any make-up or shaving my legs to make a statement about women's beauty.  But, the fact remained that I really did not care for long hair.  Hair on my neck bugs me and it's harder to style.  Longer hair doesn't do much for my face structure and I usually end up wearing it in a pony tail most of the time anyway which leads to the dreaded pony tail headache...not fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it may be official now: no more long hair!  Ever.  Again.  Why do I keep doing it when I don't really like it? I can be a cute, feminine and beautiful woman without having long hair.  So last night I took my trusty hair-cutting scissors and cut off a ton of hair.  It felt very good.  :)  I usually prefer cutting my own hair since I am the one with the picture of how I would like it to look in my head.  When I go to someone to get it cut, I usually end up coming home and "fixing" it anyway.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with the world of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, if you mention you cut (or color or whatever) your hair, everyone wants to see a picture!  (Me, included...so if you cut or color or whatever your hair...post a picture!)  So this morning I thought I would take a few photos to post.  Ya know, some people are just really photogenic and hardly ever take a bad picture.  Some of us, however, are NOT.  I remember my junior year in high school the day our school pictures came back.  I happen to be working in the office that hour and saw my picture.  UGH!  It was really quite bad.  My dad (who was principal at the time) was there along with some friends, trying to reassure me that it was a "fine" picture.  :)  We all knew it just wasn't.  There was one guy there who said "well, it looks like you and you look good."  Somehow that made me feel a bit better...but not really.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So jump to this morning... I ended up taking over 100 pictures!  I still don't know that I am particularly all that pleased with any of them...but I am not about to take 100 more.  (The song "You're So Vain" kept playing in my head...)  :)   So here are three that I don't hate.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-nDUmd1kI/AAAAAAAAA2U/1iFktLX-0xo/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431243351143601730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-nDUmd1kI/AAAAAAAAA2U/1iFktLX-0xo/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-nC8IsXZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/c90MDKKCT3c/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431243344576273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-nC8IsXZI/AAAAAAAAA2M/c90MDKKCT3c/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-lSVCqnwI/AAAAAAAAA18/rT1BXlHC3xk/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431241409936662274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-lSVCqnwI/AAAAAAAAA18/rT1BXlHC3xk/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7044671096369512055-4761120109161472321?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4761120109161472321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4761120109161472321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4761120109161472321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-do.html' title='New &apos;do'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-qLFsnJzI/AAAAAAAAA2s/xELxcFosmy0/s72-c/Rummler+family+1986ish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8633084924213853778</id><published>2010-01-26T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:27:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to have some help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gVnNWzgI/AAAAAAAAA10/X9X_DzuMHCE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431235968794807810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gVnNWzgI/AAAAAAAAA10/X9X_DzuMHCE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week I had a women's conference to attend at church where they were serving dinner.  Some mom's make something yummy to leave at home for their families to eat while they're gone.  I, on the other hand, asked Sebastian to make waffles.  Don't get me wrong; waffles are very yummy and tasty...they just aren't what I wanted for dinner so it seemed like a good night to have them.  :) &lt;br /&gt;Sebastian would probably really enjoy more cooking opportunities then I currently give him.  He is pretty good at following recipes (see above photo of him checking his recipe to make sure he has all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; needed) and cleaning up as he goes along.  So far, he makes eggs/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;omelets&lt;/span&gt;, cookies, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt;, and pancake/waffle batter.  It is very handy to be able to ask him to make these things from time to time and he does a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gHq4Ir8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/0vJT4ccgojY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431235729261375426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gHq4Ir8I/AAAAAAAAA1k/0vJT4ccgojY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gHHNJ1iI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wlqtdP2cMCs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431235719685854754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gHHNJ1iI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wlqtdP2cMCs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton, on the other hand, is not a whole lot of help in the kitchen!  He now thinks it is super fun to climb on the stove (hello...dangerous!) and he loves to be in on the action.  My left arm is significantly more muscular than my right from carrying him on my hip while I cook and clean in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the kids are great helpers.  They are very ready to grab Brighton off the table, rescue him from falling down the stairs, help find a lost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; or numerous other tasks that make it a bit easier to care for a busy little toddler.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, we instituted a "buddy" system in the house.  Each of the three older kids has a younger child as their "buddy" whom they help with various tasks and in general look out for them.  I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; how ready and willing (even excited!) the older kids were to take on this new responsibility.  Sebastian is Haven's buddy, Elijah is Scarlett's and Fiona is Brighton's.  Generally, the only things Haven really needs help with is maybe finding shoes, help with lunch...not too much else at home.  The one day a week they attend school, though, Sebastian is super diligent about looking out for her.  He always waits for her to get out of the car at the curb and follows her into the building escorting her to her classroom.  He waits at the end of the day to make sure Haven comes out and doesn't come to the car until she is already in.  (He actually does this for Fiona too, even though he is not her "buddy".)  Elijah is very helpful in being Scarlett's buddy.  He will often get a cup for her, a snack for her, a bowl for her, etc.  He helps her with shoes sometimes and in general tries to keep an eye out for her when they play outside and things.  Fiona is great with Brighton.  She is always willing to pick him up, tote him around, give him his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;, get him up from naps, give him a drink or snack, etc.  Everyone helps with Brighton, but I try to remember to ask her as he is her buddy and she is always there to help.  I have really liked watching the older kids feel a since of responsibility for their younger siblings.  It is certainly not their job to take care of them or be in charge of them (that is what parent's are for,) but have some responsibility and care for a younger sibling is a great learning tool and has provided them with a chance to form a bit more compassion and empathy for the younger ones.  I think it has helped the younger ones to feel a bit more cared for and loved by the older ones, as well.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8633084924213853778?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8633084924213853778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-to-have-some-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8633084924213853778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8633084924213853778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-to-have-some-help.html' title='Nice to have some help!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1-gVnNWzgI/AAAAAAAAA10/X9X_DzuMHCE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8351412987236979425</id><published>2010-01-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:33:44.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqKIAYCYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7Kq6_bkbDjs/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276441719605634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqKIAYCYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7Kq6_bkbDjs/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am 29 weeks pregnant.   I know all to well that these last 10 weeks or so will go by too quickly, so I am trying to really enjoy and relish my sweet baby in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;, though I am so impatient to meet him and snuggle him!  In my impatience (this happens every pregnancy, of course!) I can't wait too long to buy something for the baby!  We don't really ever need many baby items since we've had so many babies...so usually my first (and pretty close to last) purchase and splurge is name-brand newborn diapers with the cute little umbilical cord cut-out.  When we were shopping at Target this morning, I couldn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;resist&lt;/span&gt; buying them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqKPCbU6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/qSebnTZ4nTM/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276443607258018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqKPCbU6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/qSebnTZ4nTM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I realized that we don't really have any pictures of ye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' baby belly yet this pregnancy and so wanted to get a few shots.  I took a zillion while holding the camera at arms length...none of them really turned out too great (weird angle) so I finally used the timer and the kitchen counter and captured that first picture above.  The one directly above, Brighton thought it was nice of me to have bought him a fun plastic bag to open.  :)  He kept stealing the diaper package away.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqJk5vzHI/AAAAAAAAA08/sSgoDuls6n4/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429276432296561778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqJk5vzHI/AAAAAAAAA08/sSgoDuls6n4/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was just about to start pulling out diapers and I took it away.  He was pretty darn bummed, but I think it's a bit early to start getting the diapers out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8351412987236979425?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8351412987236979425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-belly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8351412987236979425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8351412987236979425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-belly.html' title='Baby belly'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iqKIAYCYI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7Kq6_bkbDjs/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-521301096372820423</id><published>2010-01-21T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:23:26.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Fix-it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inY7_wraI/AAAAAAAAA00/uaYpWVdtsIw/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429273397658955170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inY7_wraI/AAAAAAAAA00/uaYpWVdtsIw/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two little girls have been making little houses and enclosures out of chairs and benches turned on their sides in the living room.  Then they fill the enclosures with dress up clothes and blankets for their beds and substrate.  :)  We have these two little kid stools I picked up last summer at a garage sale.  I am a sucker for cute little wood kid furniture and stuff!  They are not the most well-made stools on the planet, however, and we really haven't used them all that much.  The girls thought they might fit well into their plan for walls, so they brought them out to the living room.  Almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;, a leg fell off.  Brighton found the screw that fell out and set to work trying to put the screw back in the stool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inYqUIG1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/SN7QZUGWIW0/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429273392912538450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inYqUIG1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/SN7QZUGWIW0/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Haven's hand trying to help Brighton's cute little chubby hand!  :)  So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inYKTmNhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/YsgxPpAYQ0w/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429273384320382482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inYKTmNhI/AAAAAAAAA0k/YsgxPpAYQ0w/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He worked pretty hard on it for about 20 minutes or so!  Wow...for such a busy, busy little guy, I was very pleased that he worked on it so long!  :)  His fix-it session ended, however, when he gave up putting the screw in the stool and started eating it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-521301096372820423?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/521301096372820423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-fix-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/521301096372820423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/521301096372820423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-fix-it.html' title='Mr. Fix-it'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1inY7_wraI/AAAAAAAAA00/uaYpWVdtsIw/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7271403654143369920</id><published>2010-01-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:11:35.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1ikfEUO1VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GVug9luknQo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429270204436632914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1ikfEUO1VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GVug9luknQo/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our baby gate is not all that secure...the place we had to install it (due to stud location and banister location) is about 7 inches away from the top step...which creates a large gap.  We have pretty successfully kept the baby in the living room by shoving an old couch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cushion&lt;/span&gt; in the gap.  Brighton is now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;figuring&lt;/span&gt; out that if he can wedge himself between the gate and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cushion&lt;/span&gt;, he is a free man!  Here he is looking all innocent with one leg under the gate and Willow looking on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iker91MnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/A6S9I130V5A/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429270197900227186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iker91MnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/A6S9I130V5A/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I turned around and then heard little giggles that sounded like they were coming from the entry way...and they were!  He had escaped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1ikeAFk36I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ehO5S9hqH-k/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429270186121551778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1ikeAFk36I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ehO5S9hqH-k/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And was very happy about it!  :)  He is pretty safe on the stairs and, obviously, knows how to get down.  I am not ready to take the baby gate down yet, though.  I like knowing where he is and that he can not get downstairs without me.   The gate will stay up for a few more months, at least.  He has not tried to escape yet today, so that's a good sign, right?!?  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-7271403654143369920?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7271403654143369920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/escapee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7271403654143369920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7271403654143369920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/escapee.html' title='Escapee!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1ikfEUO1VI/AAAAAAAAA0c/GVug9luknQo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8792066353746414599</id><published>2010-01-21T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:51:13.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_12uYDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/PpLefJKLpGc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429265269932318770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_12uYDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/PpLefJKLpGc/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton is getting to the age where he LOVES to be involved in what we are doing and LOVES to feel like he is "helping".  It is so adorable!  Last Christmas break, we started our kitchen remodel.  This Christmas break, we wanted to finish it.  :)  I had decided I did not like the new lay-out, however, and came up with a new lay-out that I knew would work better.  So the day after Christmas, Dave got started on making it all happen!  The first step was to turn our "new" half-wall into a full wall.  Brighton was very ready and willing to "help" Daddy with this fun project! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_akrbII/AAAAAAAAAz8/08lRrNdCDfk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429265262608870530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_akrbII/AAAAAAAAAz8/08lRrNdCDfk/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_Am49ZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/9-9_93D0zpQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429265255638824338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_Am49ZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/9-9_93D0zpQ/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once the wall insert was built and Dave was installing it, Brighton found his little toy squeaky hammer and I showed him how he could "do work" too by hammering the wall.  He was so proud of himself!  I missed getting a picture of it, however, but I'm sure you can imagine  how adorable he was!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idKWmvtAI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PdeP5nKo7YA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429262151987475458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idKWmvtAI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PdeP5nKo7YA/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the new layout involved moving the stove and microwave (again...)  Dave needed to go up into the attic and move some wiring and thus needed the ladder.  Brighton, who is quite the climber these days, thought the ladder looked super fun!  I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deterred&lt;/span&gt; him a number of times.  When I was out of the room, Brighton started to climb again.  Dave thought it was adorable and spotted him while he ventured up the ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idJ26cp_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/4ZwZHNmVs-4/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429262143480178674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idJ26cp_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/4ZwZHNmVs-4/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was coming down the hall and Dave was grabbing the camera, Dave called to me to spot him so he could take some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idJuO_3II/AAAAAAAAAzc/bnNBhjCWb9U/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429262141150452866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idJuO_3II/AAAAAAAAAzc/bnNBhjCWb9U/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once Brighton got to the top, Dave said "let go and I'll take a picture!"  I was a bit nervous about letting go, but I think Elijah (who is such a sweet big brother) was even more nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idInJ3kCI/AAAAAAAAAzM/IF6n2fMPIDc/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429262122070020130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1idInJ3kCI/AAAAAAAAAzM/IF6n2fMPIDc/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton was SO happy and proud of himself to be at the top!  After this fun adventure there was no keeping him off of the ladder, so it went back in the garage.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kitchen is VERY close to being completed!  We now have almost all of the cabinet doors up and all the cabinet trim.  I LOVE the new layout and can't wait until it is fully and completely done!  I will post pictures of it soon!&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/7044671096369512055-8792066353746414599?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8792066353746414599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/helping-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8792066353746414599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8792066353746414599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/helping-daddy.html' title='Helping Daddy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1if_12uYDI/AAAAAAAAA0E/PpLefJKLpGc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7469875081060868805</id><published>2010-01-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T10:23:00.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iXMLMgWfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/JDSGO7RL_0w/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429255586214599154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iXMLMgWfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/JDSGO7RL_0w/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a lovely Christmas break.  It's always so exciting and cozy to open up the Christmas tubs and get all of our Christmas stuff out every year!  The kids loved playing with the Christmas hats...they especially loved putting them on their adorable baby brother and exclaiming at his utter cuteness!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iXLsx4w_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/AxuXFV9fi8U/s1600-h/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429255578049889266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iXLsx4w_I/AAAAAAAAAy8/AxuXFV9fi8U/s320/146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had some very special visitors stop by in December!  Dave's Great Uncle and Aunt were in town and were nice enough to share a few hours with us!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWIYdnNfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oZt_7JfKTwg/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429254421544908274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWIYdnNfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/oZt_7JfKTwg/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We managed to make a few homemade gifts this year (not as many as I had hoped, though.)  Above is a picture of the soap that Sebastian made for his cousin (we do a cousin gift exchange every year.)  They smelled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWH2BlQwI/AAAAAAAAAys/iyGXFnFIXjk/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429254412300534530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWH2BlQwI/AAAAAAAAAys/iyGXFnFIXjk/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids re-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; this year the fact that Dave juggles a bit.  We thought it would be fun to make him some stuff to juggle!  The kids made the balloon (with beans inside) juggling balls, and I quickly sewed the bean bag juggling bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWHuW26DI/AAAAAAAAAyk/dwUF2QJCb9M/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429254410242287666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWHuW26DI/AAAAAAAAAyk/dwUF2QJCb9M/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day I let the girls all take turns taking random pictures with the camera.  The above is one that Fiona took.  We have LOTS of random pictures of obscure household views and items now.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWHR7loRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/W2iQTzjyeQs/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429254402611716370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWHR7loRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/W2iQTzjyeQs/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We set up the Christmas tree down in the family room this year.   Our living room is just a bit too full of stuff to find a place that totally did not block a window (I am not a fan of blocking windows...I need light!) and the fire place is in the family room, so it seemed like the perfect choice.  We set it all up one Sunday morning before church with a fire going and Christmas music in the background....very fun and cozy!  The baby gate worked well to keep Brighton out of the tree and later the presents (as well as the keep the chewy dog out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWG-kuRnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ZAKKEaAec5I/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429254397415540338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iWG-kuRnI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ZAKKEaAec5I/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, we gave all the kids new pajamas and slippers on Christmas Eve.  (see above picture of them on Christmas morning.)  I think we may do it every year...they were all so adorable in their new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Eve night ended up being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; night...I can't remember why exactly, but there were LOTS of kids waking up LOTS of times...by morning time (which started at about 5am, with us finally getting out of bed about 6am) I was in a bit of a grumpy mood.  How sad is that, to have a grumpy mom on Christmas morning!?!  I can blame it on pregnancy hormones, right?  :)  This is why we don't have any pictures of present opening and such.  It was a fun Christmas morning once the joy of the children and the occasion melted my grumpiness a bit...very cozy with the fire going and the kids all so excited!  The big present this year was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; fit.  Dave played the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; with them Christmas day and I REALLY enjoyed hearing all the giggles and how much fun they were all having!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up with the tradition of having a big breakfast/brunch on Christmas and have carried that tradition on in my own family.  After all the present excitement had died down and we had cleaned up some of the mess, I got to cooking.  We had waffles, eggs, turkey bacon, little smokies, toast and orange juice.  YUM! &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/7044671096369512055-7469875081060868805?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7469875081060868805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7469875081060868805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7469875081060868805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-2009.html' title='December 2009'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/S1iXMLMgWfI/AAAAAAAAAzE/JDSGO7RL_0w/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2035052114178158334</id><published>2009-12-23T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:07:51.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gourmet Hot Cocoa and Daddy's Special Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEobfFPxI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3b0IvZhBim0/s1600-h/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539131787886354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEobfFPxI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3b0IvZhBim0/s320/194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 10 years ago, one of my sister's-in-law changed my life forever.  Toddler baby Sebastian and I were visiting her house on a winter vacation.  She offered us all (my mom and I think my little bro were there too) some hot cocoa.  This was to be no ordinary hot cocoa.  She pulled out these big, round cocoa mugs and some flavoring syrups.  I chose Irish Creme syrup for mine...it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy!!  I did not grow up drinking hot cocoa on a regular basis during the winter....as soon as I got home from this trip I went and bought some hot cocoa, flavoring syrup and used our BIG soup mugs for Dave and I to enjoy this special treat at our house!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEn-Gb3FI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tw488PNuzs0/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539123899882578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEn-Gb3FI/AAAAAAAAAyE/tw488PNuzs0/s320/187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave has added his own special touch to our gourmet hot cocoa experience...he has taken it a step further by adding whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEnRV5f3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/BHru8MvKWgk/s1600-h/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418539111885143922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEnRV5f3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/BHru8MvKWgk/s320/188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everything is more special with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles!  Suddenly your pancakes are happy to see you!  Your hot cocoa makes you feel pampered!  Your ice cream is restaurant worthy!  Add whipped cream, holiday sprinkles and a little lemon-lime soda to egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; and you have a festive holiday treat!  Daddy's special touch makes everything a little bit better!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2035052114178158334?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2035052114178158334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/gourmet-hot-cocoa-and-daddys-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2035052114178158334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2035052114178158334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/gourmet-hot-cocoa-and-daddys-special.html' title='Gourmet Hot Cocoa and Daddy&apos;s Special Touch'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKEobfFPxI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3b0IvZhBim0/s72-c/194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3936609306782709665</id><published>2009-12-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:57:51.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More sledding photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBV1QJJNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/r3tRtl9zHuE/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535513752151250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBV1QJJNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/r3tRtl9zHuE/s320/174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scarlett making a sweet little snow angel.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBVnpOd5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XtTH0U1zM3g/s1600-h/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535510099261330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBVnpOd5I/AAAAAAAAAxs/XtTH0U1zM3g/s320/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian fortifying the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barricade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBVXY8mwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ghuy5x5Us88/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535505736014594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBVXY8mwI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ghuy5x5Us88/s320/176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona taking a little break from working on the "ramp"...which was a little hill they made in the middle of a sled run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBUwVRK8I/AAAAAAAAAxc/cQD674vgBiM/s1600-h/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535495251602370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBUwVRK8I/AAAAAAAAAxc/cQD674vgBiM/s320/177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is always a lot of snow eating during sledding!!  :)  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA7UPUlrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8jHVvk8MlUc/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535058213738162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA7UPUlrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/8jHVvk8MlUc/s320/179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elijah on his way back up to go down again!  I'm so happy we bought the boys snow pants last year!  I'm so happy we live in an area where they actually get to use their snow pants!  We have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amassed&lt;/span&gt; kid snow pants for years and years and they saw very little use.  Last year after we realized we could actually expect snow several times each winter, we decided we needed to start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amassing&lt;/span&gt; bigger sizes of snow pants for the kids who were outgrowing them!  They have actually gotten a lot of use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6yRfbuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/l3G5bSeu3Pc/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535049096031970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6yRfbuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/l3G5bSeu3Pc/s320/181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All five of the oldest kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6i_0BaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/2ywRGf9xIHI/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535044995351970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6i_0BaI/AAAAAAAAAxE/2ywRGf9xIHI/s320/183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Scarlett experimenting to see if a skateboard on the sledding hill would be fun.  It's not really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6KnebsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OHiLyrgUBrQ/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535038450822850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA6KnebsI/AAAAAAAAAw8/OHiLyrgUBrQ/s320/184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton, who woke up abnormally early from his nap, got very excited watching the kids out the front window!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA58bC4SI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mjRTmN1ZRyI/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418535034640589090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKA58bC4SI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mjRTmN1ZRyI/s320/186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3936609306782709665?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3936609306782709665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-sledding-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3936609306782709665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3936609306782709665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-sledding-photos.html' title='More sledding photos!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzKBV1QJJNI/AAAAAAAAAx0/r3tRtl9zHuE/s72-c/174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7179085672331103231</id><published>2009-12-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:31:48.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great day for sledding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ8AiNvKRI/AAAAAAAAAws/hnKGxFA3teU/s1600-h/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529650306394386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ8AiNvKRI/AAAAAAAAAws/hnKGxFA3teU/s320/165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt;.  After every snow storm that passes through, we only come out with a few measly inches.  I am very thankful for the many number of times we have been blessed with a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; inches so far this year, but we have been waiting and hoping for that storm that brings a few FEET....at least a few inches is still good for sledding!  Above are Scarlett and Haven going down the slight hill that is our front yard.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ8AKEoBYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GAwl-kU-yU4/s1600-h/157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529643825726850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ8AKEoBYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/GAwl-kU-yU4/s320/157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Scarlett after a good wipe out.  :)  All the kids had VERY strict instructions to stop themselves before they got into the street.  Our street is not super busy, but we are only 4 houses up from a VERY busy road and so we do get traffic.  The kids have a hard time stopping themselves at the sidewalk...not because it is hard to stop yourself, but because it is hard to stop the fun....In comes brilliant Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_w-krBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/NbkjgTUtPB4/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529637089455122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_w-krBI/AAAAAAAAAwc/NbkjgTUtPB4/s320/168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave came to the rescue by building a little snow wall with a curve to direct kids away from the street.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_pROpAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FOSQSwcDCSs/s1600-h/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529635020219394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_pROpAI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FOSQSwcDCSs/s320/173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Added bonus to the snow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;barricade&lt;/span&gt;: it seems to be more fun!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_EJOQkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QLwO33lCtNw/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418529625054528066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ7_EJOQkI/AAAAAAAAAwM/QLwO33lCtNw/s320/172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are still out playing and sledding in the front.  From what I hear, Dave just got done building a "jump".  :)  Fiona just asked "can you make the jump bigger?"  :)  Brighton is having LOTS of fun watching them from the window and there is hot water simmering on the stove for when all the little frozen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kidcicles&lt;/span&gt; want to come in and thaw out.  Christmas vacation ROCKS!  :) &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/7044671096369512055-7179085672331103231?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7179085672331103231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-great-day-for-sledding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7179085672331103231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7179085672331103231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-great-day-for-sledding.html' title='Another great day for sledding!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ8AiNvKRI/AAAAAAAAAws/hnKGxFA3teU/s72-c/165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-528446650119487683</id><published>2009-12-23T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:18:56.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another little Billy Goat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ6wh-wW_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/tv0wqZOoneQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418528275854023666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ6wh-wW_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/tv0wqZOoneQ/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton is an active, busy little guy.  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leanrned&lt;/span&gt; a trick from my sister to pack books into a bookcase so tightly that babies can not pull them out.  It really works great....until your baby learns to climb up higher to get to the non-packed books.  :)  Such a smart little billy goat!  :)  And so adorable....  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-528446650119487683?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/528446650119487683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-little-billy-goat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/528446650119487683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/528446650119487683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-little-billy-goat.html' title='Another little Billy Goat!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ6wh-wW_I/AAAAAAAAAwE/tv0wqZOoneQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1254616908004470718</id><published>2009-12-23T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:15:32.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the sky for Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4XrQ5mWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/a1cBUhuBm7E/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418525649826060642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4XrQ5mWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/a1cBUhuBm7E/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave had a cool opportunity last week to view Colorado Springs from a few thousand feet above the ground.  He had done a favor for someone at work, so in return the guy offered to take Dave on a flight in his little plane.  We knew about what time he would be flying over, so we all went outside to try and spot him.  We did see a plane or two (well, I did...the kids really just played) that I thought might be his, but it turned out that he had flown over our neck of the woods a bit earlier than anticipated.  Although we missed seeing his actual plane, the kids had fun taking a little break outside and enjoying the "warm" low 40's weather!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4XXwn-rI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GICfBCqkO2U/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418525644590414514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4XXwn-rI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GICfBCqkO2U/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kids are so good with Brighton and know how to take care of him, but Fiona seems to want to do it the most.  :)  She is a very sweet big sister and takes really attentive care of him.  He had LOTS of fun jumping on the trampoline with her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4W7vy5EI/AAAAAAAAAvs/czLuPaIiGjA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418525637070742594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4W7vy5EI/AAAAAAAAAvs/czLuPaIiGjA/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other girls wanted turns jumping with Brighton, but, sadly, I didn't think they were old enough to be in charge of him on the trampoline.   They got over it and soon all had lots of fun again!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4WqJuf_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/p7yzpnbWjOk/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418525632347668466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4WqJuf_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/p7yzpnbWjOk/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton and I went in once his little bare feet were getting cold and watched for airplanes from a living room window.  I love our living room windows because they are so low that Brighton can look out them perfectly.  He thinks it is great fun to check out what is happening outside...he especially loves it when he sees Fiona getting the mail or another kid taking out the trash or Daddy coming home from work! &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/7044671096369512055-1254616908004470718?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1254616908004470718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-sky-for-daddy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1254616908004470718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1254616908004470718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-sky-for-daddy.html' title='Watching the sky for Daddy!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SzJ4XrQ5mWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/a1cBUhuBm7E/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1002373175478154088</id><published>2009-12-16T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:47:25.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you need to know: How to Make a Dragon</title><content type='html'>A Recipe To Make A Dragon&lt;br /&gt;By Sebastian Boyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Start with the complete genome of a crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;2. Modify the leg genes to make them longer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Insert the DNA of bat wings into the shoulder bone and increase the wing size by 40% and attach muscle genes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Modify head to give it bumps and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chochkas&lt;/span&gt; and thing-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-ma-bibs.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, change it's false pallet into a fire-false pallet, give it a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plutonium&lt;/span&gt; stomach and an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; for plutonium and give it a flight bladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go!  If you happen to have a crocodile and a DNA extractor, you are set to make your very own dragon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-1002373175478154088?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1002373175478154088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-need-to-know-how-to-make.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1002373175478154088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1002373175478154088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-need-to-know-how-to-make.html' title='In case you need to know: How to Make a Dragon'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6066146201583912125</id><published>2009-12-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:03:35.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix my hair too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuENji-fI/AAAAAAAAAvc/C_PSJRmzG1A/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415136620596886002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuENji-fI/AAAAAAAAAvc/C_PSJRmzG1A/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton feels left out when the girls get their hair done!  He has started bringing us the spray bottle (which originally held no-tangle spray, no we refill it with water and a little squirt of conditioner) and begging to have us spray his hair!  :)  Today, Fiona and I decided to give him a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuD-y-r2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/OysDRvEv644/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415136616635084642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuD-y-r2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/OysDRvEv644/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thinks it's so fun!  The girls sometimes fuss about it, the big boys &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/span&gt; complain, but he begs for more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuDftjfYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/YsXcqc693Ms/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415136608290831746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuDftjfYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/YsXcqc693Ms/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he turned it into a fun "chase me" game with the girls, who LOVE to play cute games with their adorable baby brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuDCQltyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N6WSjZxX6Yo/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415136600384714530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuDCQltyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N6WSjZxX6Yo/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From there, it turned into a "stick the cute baby in the pink chair and look at how cute he is just sitting there while we push him around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;" game.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuCwJCuxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ocig-5hOOZA/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415136595521223442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuCwJCuxI/AAAAAAAAAu8/ocig-5hOOZA/s320/045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so cute, just happy to sit there and be subjected to whatever the girls wanted to do with him next!  Fiona plopped him in the chair saying "Oh, Mom!  You have to come and see how cute he is!"  Here in the above picture, Scarlett is spraying his foot.  :)  Then Haven pushed him around the kitchen for awhile.  Scarlett parked him under the table where he was happy to just hang out for a good 5 minutes!  :)  He adores his brothers and sisters, and they all adore him!  :) &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/7044671096369512055-6066146201583912125?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6066146201583912125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix-my-hair-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6066146201583912125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6066146201583912125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/fix-my-hair-too.html' title='Fix my hair too!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZuENji-fI/AAAAAAAAAvc/C_PSJRmzG1A/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8640208166357581162</id><published>2009-12-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:07:55.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Museum opening!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeCSTHw7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/q7JV3Tow2fY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118995324388274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeCSTHw7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/q7JV3Tow2fY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A month or so ago, Sebastian constructed a life-size replica (including &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;skeletal&lt;/span&gt; system and internal organs) of &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/6284214.stm"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a 10,000 year old baby mammoth that was discovered frozen in Siberia almost &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; intact.  (You can find out more about her &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/episode/waking-the-baby-mammoth-3630"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)  The kids put her out in the back yard to simulate the aging that would take place when exposed to a frozen, cold environment.  Well, it was only cold and frozen for a few weeks...then the snow melted and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt; started to deteriorate a bit more quickly than Sebastian had anticipated or wanted.  On Sunday, he and Fiona excavated her out and brought her into the more stable environment of our house.   Then Sebastian, like any good scientist, proceeded to do a small autopsy and take some important samples from the specimen.  The above picture is of that procedure.  Scarlett and Haven assisted.  :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeCOfNhhI/AAAAAAAAAus/Ll9WS0XqXqE/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118994301355538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeCOfNhhI/AAAAAAAAAus/Ll9WS0XqXqE/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above are the samples that were taken, on display for the museum visitors to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeB6TIzgI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VSuCqoBcA70/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118988882005506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeB6TIzgI/AAAAAAAAAuk/VSuCqoBcA70/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Sebastian right before he closed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt; back up to be able to put her on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeBZiqEGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AAFZUIdTdC0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118980088729698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeBZiqEGI/AAAAAAAAAuc/AAFZUIdTdC0/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are at the museum opening!  Haven handed Sebastian our museum "membership" card and we went in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeBGHRFII/AAAAAAAAAuU/SaWYOCvCex0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118974873572482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeBGHRFII/AAAAAAAAAuU/SaWYOCvCex0/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our very first view of the museum: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt; on display and cave-man Elijah, who took part in an inter-active exhibit about early humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdPEpngNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3yY3yNL4J_A/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118115487318226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdPEpngNI/AAAAAAAAAuM/3yY3yNL4J_A/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the cave-man fire...pretty cool!  Complete with a light under the tissue paper!  You can see the cave in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdO9RGe2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/wvFaCCKNpqA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118113505442658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdO9RGe2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/wvFaCCKNpqA/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the star of the show, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdOCpb0BI/AAAAAAAAAt8/d2MEBFaSzgs/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118097769811986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdOCpb0BI/AAAAAAAAAt8/d2MEBFaSzgs/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Fiona, Elijah and Sequoia....cave people just would not be complete without a cave-dog!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdNyHkXRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/orMUZT1BBtA/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118093332798738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdNyHkXRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/orMUZT1BBtA/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Scarlett checking out some of the art-work hanging on the museum wall.  My favorite was the one of the giant ground sloth (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;megatherium&lt;/span&gt;) on the top right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdNb0a02I/AAAAAAAAAts/grEL_fDVxHA/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415118087346901858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZdNb0a02I/AAAAAAAAAts/grEL_fDVxHA/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian loaded this empty set of drawers with interactive displays for kids.  Here he showing the little girls a bone.  The other drawers held the samples taken from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyuba&lt;/span&gt; and some different games (what does not belong, etc)  The little girls loved it!  :)  Brighton was a bit bummed that we wouldn't let him down to rampage and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;destroy&lt;/span&gt; the exhibits, though.  :)  The kids did a great job with the museum and it was fun to check it all out! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8640208166357581162?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8640208166357581162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/museum-opening.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8640208166357581162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8640208166357581162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/museum-opening.html' title='Museum opening!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyZeCSTHw7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/q7JV3Tow2fY/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3772438757958344101</id><published>2009-12-14T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:40:13.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, not this year!</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you do this to: the day is going really well, kids are happy, things are clean, you're feeling abnormally good and happy and so you plan big; "Sure, I could have 5 more kids!  No big deal, it'd be great!" or "I can totally tackle that remodelling project without my husband, no problem!" I have had way too many of these moments recently, once of which being when I said "Let's do a homemade Christmas this year!"  I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;must've&lt;/span&gt; been having a REALLY good day that day!  We made big plans for a large variety of presents for the kids we could craft ourselves...the bulk of them sewing projects.  I am not a real big sewer.  In fact, it's been probably over 2 years since I sewed anything.  And 5 years since I actually "made" anything by sewing.  And, to add to that, I made this great sewing/homemade Christmas idea about 2 weeks before Christmas.  I am a huge procrastinator and it usually works out for me okay, but 2 weeks and lots of huge projects to get done ONLY when the children are sleeping???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality hit me a few days later.  I am 5 months pregnant and dead tired all the time, have a busy 14 month old baby to chase and care for, 5 other kids who need my attention and, lets face it, aren't all asleep until between 10-11pm at night!!  There is no way I can sew and make a bunch of homemade gifts this year.  This is NOT the year for a homemade Christmas!  Once I announced such to Dave (who giggled when I told him,) I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders!  Some day we'll do a homemade Christmas...and when we do, we'll start before December even begins (good suggestion, Dave!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3772438757958344101?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3772438757958344101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-not-this-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3772438757958344101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3772438757958344101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-not-this-year.html' title='Sorry, not this year!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2821591495925749422</id><published>2009-12-11T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:43:36.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new meaning to "I've got a monkey on my back!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDjawETBI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bUtTBiCAArA/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414034346552347666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDjawETBI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bUtTBiCAArA/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On chilly mornings like today, I like to get a warm fire going downstairs in the family room to take the edge off of the cold and make it more inviting for kids to be able to be down there and play.  This morning, after I had explained to the kids the "new and improved" chore system, Sebastian started to work on his chore (or jurisdiction) of the family room.  He found a pile of monkeys and decided his little bro would look adorable with one riding on his back.  I think he was right!  All the kids gushed about how cute Brighton looked with the little monkey hugging his back.  Brighton seems to think it's pretty fun too...he's been wearing the monkey now for almost an hour (and none of the chores are done yet, in case you are wondering....ergh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDjKdgRgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FyH76c1AvlE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414034342179522050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDjKdgRgI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FyH76c1AvlE/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDilhug6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/GdBsvM7VIzA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414034332265120674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDilhug6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/GdBsvM7VIzA/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A monkey on his back, a brush in his hand to carry around, and some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snackage&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth; life is good!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2821591495925749422?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2821591495925749422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-new-meaning-to-ive-got-monkey-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2821591495925749422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2821591495925749422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-new-meaning-to-ive-got-monkey-on.html' title='A whole new meaning to &quot;I&apos;ve got a monkey on my back!&quot;'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyKDjawETBI/AAAAAAAAAtk/bUtTBiCAArA/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7898859129037790652</id><published>2009-12-09T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:38:29.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens so quickly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx6mZJMoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jbOObxAf0Ts/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413381634907517570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx6mZJMoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jbOObxAf0Ts/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton is learning and growing so fast!  He just turned 14 months old this week.  He is understanding more and more every day and is just so fun and cute!  Today, to distract him from something small I needed to take away from him that wasn't safe, I put a hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrunchy&lt;/span&gt; on his wrist.  He thought it was so fun.  He kept taking it off and then bringing it to me to put back on his wrist.  After my enthusiasm for how cute it was on his wrist wore off, he would have me put it on his world and then walk over to the gate at the top of the stairs "yelling" to the kids downstairs (who could not hear or see him) how cute it was on his wrist.  :)  Then he decided to try putting it in his little ball maze thingy.  He would stuff it in (as pictured above) and then try and REALLY stuff it in there using a paint stirring stick.   Then he would pull the hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrunchy&lt;/span&gt; out and do it all over again.  So adorable!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx6dc71SI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KPRYHaVMiIQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413381632507499810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx6dc71SI/AAAAAAAAAtE/KPRYHaVMiIQ/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, once I pulled the camera out and started taking pictures of him, he was hamming it up with big cheesy grins where his eyes are all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; and his little beaver teeth stick out of his smile.  :)  I didn't manage to capture one of those classic baby looks (my camera is dying I think and not doing the job it used to), but I did catch the sweet one below.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx51vnuCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HvoKIInd8JI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413381621848455202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx51vnuCI/AAAAAAAAAs8/HvoKIInd8JI/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton is a real sweetheart.  He loves cuddles when he has time for them; he is a VERY busy little guy.  He goes from one thing to the next to the next to the next to the next to the next to the next to the next and so on pretty much all day long!  I forgot how tiring it can be to try and keep up with a busy little boy!  (Just since I started writing this post he has moved on from the hair &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scrunchy&lt;/span&gt; to the window, to some cords to pull down and play with, to "mopping" and "sweeping" in the kitchen and now on to something else...)  He always takes time to check in with me, though, either by talking to me and smiling or coming over for a hug.  He has learned a few of the signs we have taught him.  He has "eat" down pretty well (one of his favorite hobbies...), working on "more" (he usually signs "eat" for "more"...pretty much gets the same result!) and "all done" when he is, well, "all done."  :)  He has started bringing me things to open for him or help him with or do for him, which I think is pretty adorable and smart.  :)  One of his favorite things to do is just walk around holding something.  He'll take a lap or two around the room with something, check on some stuff, find something new to hold and then go around again.  :)  Brighton brings a lot of joy and sweetness into our home and we all love him a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-7898859129037790652?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7898859129037790652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-happens-so-quickly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7898859129037790652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7898859129037790652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-happens-so-quickly.html' title='It happens so quickly!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SyAx6mZJMoI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jbOObxAf0Ts/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7156026493530097407</id><published>2009-12-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:10:08.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>File Folder Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JRziO9UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/EN6oLJZLKyQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985109874668866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JRziO9UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/EN6oLJZLKyQ/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above is a gorgeous picture of my file folder stash thus far.  I LOVE these things!  Last summer I decided to purchase some file folder activity books that you use to make your own educational file folders.  Some people make their own from scratch; some people print off file folder activities from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;; some people buy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-printed color file folder &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;activity&lt;/span&gt; books.  I am relieved that I am a part of that latter group, at least as a file folder newbie.  Now that I have actually done all three options, I know the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-printed color books are so much easier and faster to put together than the other two options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JRfikPhI/AAAAAAAAAso/xHjBITaMs-M/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985104507354642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JRfikPhI/AAAAAAAAAso/xHjBITaMs-M/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few examples of the younger kid's file folder activities.  (The one open is an activity reinforcing what an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;antonym&lt;/span&gt; is.)  It takes me about 30-45 minutes to complete one of the younger kid's folders.  These folders were made from these &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0887242685/ref=ox_ya_oh_product"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt; ordered off of Amazon.  They come in different grade levels.  I also ordered a few other ready-made file folder activity books for the younger kids, but have yet to use them since they are not color...thus you have to take the time to color each one and THEN still put it together.  I am thinking about selling those books...and now that I know which books I really like a lot (see below) I plan on purchasing some of those in other grade levels and subjects for next semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JQzrjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/pArutOA7qzg/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985092733872098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JQzrjJ-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/pArutOA7qzg/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is an example of the older kid's file folders.  These were made with the excellent Take It To Your Seat centers series (find link to the right under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; resources.)  I LOVE these...VERY educational and useful.  This series is my favorite.  The younger kids activities use actual file folders.  These ones use kids school type folders with pockets inside to hold the supplies for each activity.  The folder open above is about 3 different types of poetry and contains laminated examples of poetry, spare lined paper for a rough draft of the child's original poem in one of the three styles, and worksheets to illustrate and write the final draft of the poem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make the folder, I simply tear out the pages along &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perforated&lt;/span&gt; lines, cut things out, glue things on the folder that might need to be attached firmly (makes the laminating look better and have less bubbles), mount components on card stock and then laminate everything that needs to be laminated (which is everything that is non-consumable papers/worksheets.)  Then I cut the laminated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; out and trim up edges, affix any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;velcro&lt;/span&gt; where necessary (mostly for the younger kid's folders) and then put the game &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, etc in a zip-top plastic bag which I staple to the folder.  Since each folder is laminated and any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;components&lt;/span&gt; (cards, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;, etc) are mounted on card stock and then laminated, I expect them to last through all of my kids!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These file folders have really helped to enrich, reinforce and introduce new ideas to our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  I love that the kids can largely do them all on their own (the front cover contains the instructions and the back the answers, if necessary.)  I love how organized and "together" they make me feel.  :)  I especially LOVE that the kids LOVE them (well, the math ones might just be a strong "like") and are very happy to do them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JQgTLf5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/z-B-sywZzJ4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412985087531384722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JQgTLf5I/AAAAAAAAAsY/z-B-sywZzJ4/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is another place Brighton hung out this morning during school work (other than the dog.)  :)  This cabinet does have a child lock on it....but obviously not Brighton proof!  What a cutie!  He gave us all several good laughs this morning.  :)  And several sweet moments that melted our hearts, too.  I love babies!  :)  &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/7044671096369512055-7156026493530097407?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7156026493530097407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/file-folder-addict.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7156026493530097407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7156026493530097407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/file-folder-addict.html' title='File Folder Addict'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx7JRziO9UI/AAAAAAAAAsw/EN6oLJZLKyQ/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4563898213040909966</id><published>2009-12-08T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:27:15.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just needed to take a little break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58Hy3kxEI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtwCDIf37ug/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412900275501712450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58Hy3kxEI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtwCDIf37ug/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While everyone was working away at their school work this morning, I looked over and saw that sweet Brighton (who got up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/span&gt; too early this morning) had decided the best place to take a little rest would be on the dog.  :)  Willow (who is now about 7 months old) is very sweet and gentle with him and didn't seem to mind being his pillow in the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58HrGsq9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/7NQJokZ8fc8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412900273417661394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58HrGsq9I/AAAAAAAAAsI/7NQJokZ8fc8/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She especially didn't mind once she realized Brighton had brought some snacks with him!  After all our years of having dogs and toddlers, I have observed that dogs REALLY like toddlers: where there are toddlers, there are usually snacks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58HLHiy1I/AAAAAAAAAsA/HG294-8qBDA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412900264831273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58HLHiy1I/AAAAAAAAAsA/HG294-8qBDA/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's learned to be such a great little pack leader already!  She got a little too close to his snacks and he gently kept her away.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58GjmZFKI/AAAAAAAAAr4/OGSEyCSyRGE/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412900254223242402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58GjmZFKI/AAAAAAAAAr4/OGSEyCSyRGE/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was all going on under our work table.  :)  Here is Haven showing me a pattern page she just finished.  All the kids are doing really well and making great progress.  Haven (who is 5) has started sounding out words better than I had anticipated.  She did this pattern page all by herself where you needed to read color words (blue, green, etc) and we have not practiced that, but she sounded them all out and finished the page all by herself!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though a few of us have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grumpies&lt;/span&gt; this morning (Mom in included...), we are still trying to make the most of this beautiful, snowy, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wintry&lt;/span&gt; day.  Cute babies, nice dogs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workboxes&lt;/span&gt; all help with that! &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/7044671096369512055-4563898213040909966?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4563898213040909966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-needed-to-take-little-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4563898213040909966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4563898213040909966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-needed-to-take-little-break.html' title='Just needed to take a little break...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sx58Hy3kxEI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/MtwCDIf37ug/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4522836487660139864</id><published>2009-12-07T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:21:44.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always learning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Workbox&lt;/span&gt; system or no, children are learning ALL the time!  As long as all of their time is not taken up by t.v., video games or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;, children are natural learners.  Is the learning they do "on their own" any less valuable than learning done in a workbook or a classroom? Heck no!  I would argue that learning they do on their own can actually be much more valuable.  For one, the things we take the time to figure out and learn on our own and directed by ourselves, we tend to remember much more readily than facts we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; by someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; wishing, direction and taught generally in that person's learning style not our own.  The learning children do just by being curious kids can be more valuable also because that learning is incorporated and reinforced in their daily lives and activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are raised in a society that really only values tangible education: grades, papers, tests and degrees are all ways we validate learning in our society.  Parents think they need to get their 3 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; a workbook and flash cards or they will never learn their colors.  Parents feel pressured to put their little 4 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; in comprehensive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school programs or they will never learn their letters and thus will flunk out of kindergarten.  Schools are now sending tiny little children in early grade school, who are in school all day long, home with homework every night.  Kids are required to do more standardized tests to "prove" how much their school has taught them.  Pressure, pressure, pressure.  Work, work, work.  Results, results, results.  Has all this improved the over-all education and intelligence levels of your average American? No, actually it hasn't.  But we still push and still pressure and still load our kids down with more and more work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have the freedom to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; my children.  We have largely been "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;unschoolers&lt;/span&gt;" up until this point and I have seen my children learn and grow and attain knowledge I never would have even thought to direct them in learning!  And, honestly, they know a lot more about certain subjects (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;paleontology&lt;/span&gt; and other sciences for instance) than I ever learned in school or had the opportunity to learn about.  For the most part, my children are free to learn as much as they want and as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; and in depth as they desire.  They have learned history, geography, spelling, reading (yes, how to read and the love of it), many sciences and some math all on their own basically.  I have kids who devour every book or magazine that enters this house...and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;redevour&lt;/span&gt; them again and again.  I have kids who do things like make a life-size replica of a baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;woolly&lt;/span&gt; mammoth (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;skeletal&lt;/span&gt; system, organs, skin) for fun.  I have kids who work well together and know how to get along with little kids, older kids and adults.  I have kids who are able to just be kids and not worry about trying to be little adults.  Would I have kids like this if they had gone to public school? Maybe...though they wouldn't have as much time to explore the world and the amazing things in it there are to learn and I seriously doubt they would feel as free to just be kids.  Learning is more than rote memorization of facts; it is the igniting of a fire and a desire to learn more...not just about math, spelling or geography; about anything and everything a mind can come up with and enrich a life.  The goal here is to help each child be confident in their abilities (and in gaining any abilities they so choose or need), be confident in who they are (a divine child of a loving God), be a good addition to the world (loving, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;empathetic&lt;/span&gt;, helpful, giving, able to solve problems in productive ways, willing, etc), be awesome parents and spouses (or at least have been given the tools to become such), and be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obedient&lt;/span&gt; sons and daughters of God.  For us, all these things are accomplished in homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post kinda turned into a "pro-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;" type of post that I had not really intended.  Do I think homeschooling is right for everyone? Heck no.  It's not right for every kid or every family.  Yes, we need public school in our society and I doubt we will ever not need it.  I do wish they would make the changes in public schools that researchers have been telling them for years that they need to change, but I doubt that is going to happen in the next 10, 20 or maybe even 30 years.  Thus, I am very thankful for the freedom I have to choose homeschooling for my children and my family.  It is a wonderful lifestyle that includes too much noise ALL DAY LONG, too much mess ALL DAY LONG, and way too many bonding, growing and learning opportunities than any one family should be allowed to have.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4522836487660139864?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4522836487660139864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4522836487660139864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4522836487660139864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/always-learning.html' title='Always learning!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2787749961312674753</id><published>2009-12-07T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:45:33.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on the Workbox system</title><content type='html'>Here we are about a week later and still loving the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Workboxes&lt;/span&gt;!  I love the organization of the kid's work and how we all know what we need to accomplish that day.  I love that they know when the bins are empty, they are free for the rest of the day.  I am free as well: free from guilt!  For years I have wondered and worried and stressed about what we were NOT getting done each day.  Now, it's all neatly laid out every morning and when that work is done, I know that we have accomplished all we needed to for "school" that day!  It has lifted this huge weight off of my shoulders in another way as well...for years I have been buying homeschooling materials that we have never gotten around to using and now we are fully utilizing them!  That was money well spent, not wasted!  I also really enjoy coming up with things to put in the bins.  I haven't gotten super creative yet (other than printing off some holiday themed fun sheets) but each day every child has at least a few fun &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; educational activities in their bins.  I am looking forward to a few new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; purchases this next semester and it will be nice to know exactly what type of activity it needs to be (mostly child directed, reinforcing some skill/knowledge base and can generally fit in a bin.)  I am also appreciating the way I can hold myself accountable as well as my kids.  Before, I would have them do some work or study something and there was not a lot of follow-through or follow-up on my part because everything seemed pretty open-ended.  Now I check their work every night before I refill their bins.  If they got some things wrong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt; or if they did not complete something as I had asked, I put a note on it and put it back into their bins.  Now they have motivation to get things done correctly and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; the first time around since they know that if they don't, it will add to their work the next day.  It is also helping me to do something I have not been good at and that is making the kids do a bit of rote practice and memorization for things that need it like math, handwriting and spelling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side I see of this new system so far is all the paper we are using!  I make lots of copies and print outs to fill the bins.  But we recycle and buy cheap computer paper at Sam's Club, so I guess it's not that big of a downside!  :)  The other thing I don't like is having to block a window with the bins.  At least they are clear and  let in light in....they just block my view!  In our next house we will have a dedicated "school room."  Then I will be in Heaven!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2787749961312674753?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2787749961312674753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-thoughts-on-workbox-system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2787749961312674753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2787749961312674753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-thoughts-on-workbox-system.html' title='More thoughts on the Workbox system'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-522603379610770836</id><published>2009-12-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:30:54.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless the lady who came up with the "Work Box" system for homeschooling!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbzRJqwrdI/AAAAAAAAArg/_qBdr411PwQ/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410779478310825426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbzRJqwrdI/AAAAAAAAArg/_qBdr411PwQ/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Searching for some homeschooling inspiration a few months ago, I came across a few homeschooling blogs that raved about a work box system.  After doing some google searches and reading more about it, I felt like I had finally found exactly what I needed to implement for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out the website of the lady, Sue Patrick, who actually made this system popular (&lt;a href="http://www.workboxsystem.com/"&gt;www.workboxsystem.com&lt;/a&gt;) and do a google search to see the different ways people have modified her idea to work for them and their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home schools&lt;/span&gt;.  Sue's original plan is to have 12 clear plastic bins for each child you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt;.  I knew right away that would not work for us...that is just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; too many bins and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WAAAY&lt;/span&gt; to hard to try and find a place out of the baby's reach to keep all the bins!  It took me a few months to figure out how I could modify the idea to work for us.  Some families were just using 12 folders per child all kept in a milk crate, and I thought that might be the only way we could do it.  Then the other night I got a brilliant inspiration to set up our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;foldable&lt;/span&gt; table and see what I could fit on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbzQpFj55I/AAAAAAAAArY/S9vG0jvtHZM/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410779469564864402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbzQpFj55I/AAAAAAAAArY/S9vG0jvtHZM/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miraculously, things fit PERFECTLY.  Each of the 3 older kids all of 4 bins which I fill with between 2-4 assignments depending.  The two little girls each have 2 bins.  And there is even room on the table for my crate full of file folder activities (another "new" addition to our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; and another life saver!!) and my little clipboard to keep track of the assignments I have the kids complete each day (very general.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have only used this new system now for two days, but it has literally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;revolutionized&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; and I can't imagine life without it!  I have been amassing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; materials and books for years and have not really known a good way to implement them all into my children's education.  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;workbox&lt;/span&gt; system is the perfect solution!  There are some things that go in bins each and every day of school (we school Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday then the kids go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Home school&lt;/span&gt; Academy on Thursdays and Fridays are reserved for special projects and field trips.)  I have a few great books like daily prompts for writing and daily math practice prompts and things of that nature.  Each kid gets a few file folder activities that cover a range of subjects from reading to geography to writing to math.  I LOVE file folder activities (my favorite are the Take It To Your Seat learning centers) and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laminator&lt;/span&gt; and I have had many nights of bonding (ha, literally!) as I have put the folders together.  I still have TONS to assemble, but am so happy to have found this great resource!  I try and put a few "fun" things in people's bins every day like puzzles, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tanagrams&lt;/span&gt; or other fun activities.  It has taken me about 30-45 minutes to fill the bins every night.  I have had to make copy's out of books so that takes some time (even consumable books I generally make copies of so other kids can use them later on.)  I really enjoy filling the bins, though, and finding things to put in that we have never had the chance to use!  I also try and think of things the kids will enjoy finding in them.  :)  In general, this is the EASIEST homeschooling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;system&lt;/span&gt; we have ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been literally amazed at the children's response and enthusiasm for this new system!  Sebastian was actually up early and wanting to start on his school work first thing in the morning!  He is usually *less* than enthusiastic about doing any school work.  They all get their bins out and work through their assignments with basically NO complaining!  It is lovely, wonderful and heartwarming to see them all busy at work for a few hours every morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-522603379610770836?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/522603379610770836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/bless-lady-who-came-up-with-work-box.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/522603379610770836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/522603379610770836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/bless-lady-who-came-up-with-work-box.html' title='Bless the lady who came up with the &quot;Work Box&quot; system for homeschooling!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbzRJqwrdI/AAAAAAAAArg/_qBdr411PwQ/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3964731232427707485</id><published>2009-12-02T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:05:47.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best way to enjoy "black friday"...</title><content type='html'>...is to go to the zoo and museum!  That's what we though, anyway!  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; for the day was near 70 degrees and the Denver Zoo was calling to me!  We had planned to go to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, but the weather was just so awesome on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; that I decided we should go to the zoo and then the museum (they are right next door to each other) and pick up the extra boxes of bamboo flooring we needed that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to be at a Sam's store only about 10 minutes from our desired destination!  It all seemed so perfect!  We drove to the Sam's and bought the flooring along with way too many snacks.  We filled our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tummy's&lt;/span&gt; with Sam's Club pizza and then loaded up.  The zoo was PACKED!  I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naively&lt;/span&gt; thought it would be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; deserted with the holiday weekend.  I was sorely wrong!  There were TONS of people there!!  We still had fun doing a quick 2-hour round of the zoo, though.  We haven't been to that zoo in about 4 years since we moved away from Boulder.  We have such fond memories there; I pictured little toddler Elijah running around, little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt; Sebastian speaking with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Australian&lt;/span&gt; accent about the "beauties" in the reptile house, and little chubby baby Fiona in a sun hat hanging out in the sling and later in the wagon caboose.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo, the kids and I high tailed it over to the museum while Dave went to the parking garage to move the car over to the museum parking lot.  We had about an hour and a half before the museum closed.  We only got to go to two exhibits, but we had lots of fun anyway.  The museum was also pretty darn busy!  I wish they stayed open later than 5pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the museum was closed (and they kick you out pretty promptly at 5pm!), we loaded everyone up with snacks in the car and they watched a few Magic School Bus episodes on the way home while Dave and I got to chat with one another.  It was one of my favorite Black Fridays ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3964731232427707485?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3964731232427707485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-way-to-enjoy-black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3964731232427707485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3964731232427707485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-way-to-enjoy-black-friday.html' title='The best way to enjoy &quot;black friday&quot;...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7788735996978007906</id><published>2009-12-02T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:54:59.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbsTCwTLbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/P7gYeso7s60/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410771814233353650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbsTCwTLbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/P7gYeso7s60/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brighton REALLY enjoyed all the yummy food and REALLY packed it in!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbsSviQ6RI/AAAAAAAAArI/Bk_pN2SNLCY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410771809074211090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbsSviQ6RI/AAAAAAAAArI/Bk_pN2SNLCY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an AWESOME Thanksgiving break!  Dave had the whole week off and we used that time to work on remodelling projects around the house.  Dave and I finished the kids bathroom and the master bathroom!  I painted both (the master twice...the first color I choice stank) and he installed the new water-saving toilets we bought last spring, a new vanity/counter/sink/faucet in the kids bathroom (it looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good! pictures to come soon...), new light fixtures in both bathrooms and fixed our sink once and for all so that now it actually drains!  We also discovered why our hot water in the master bath did not work properly; the hot water line was not turned on all the way!  That was an easy fix!  And now we can actually wash our faces in the sink with warm water and it drains!!!  :)  Dave also got most of the front entry way completed with new bamboo flooring!  It looks so amazing!  We found the first three boxes on clearance at Sam's Club and then picked up a few more (at regular price, boohoo) at a Sam's in Denver.  Way to go, Dave!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of Thanksgiving was one of my favorite of my whole life, I think.  We had cleaned the house really nicely the day before.  It's always lovely to wake up to such nice cleanliness!  I got the stuffing and turkey cooking and then we did a bunch of Thanksgiving school stuff.  I had printed off a TON of material for the kids to work on a few week prior and then found even more good stuff that morning.  The kids and Dave hung out on the nice clean kitchen floor doing some activity worksheets while I read about the history of Thanksgiving aloud.  Wow, I sure learned a LOT!  It was really cozy and the information was captivating enough to keep kids listening and we discussed along the way.  The kids and Dave each had a Thanksgiving BINGO sheet they were supposed to be working on while listening to me read aloud...they were supposed to listen for the words on their BINGO page to be able to get BINGO.  Sebastian is the only one who actually got BINGO, but it was fun anyway.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the food turned out really yummy!  The turkey was done more than an hour before I had anticipated it being done, though, so I did a bit of scrambling to get dinner finished.  We had the turkey, yummy stuffing (my mom's recipe), cranberry sauce (first year having that), homemade rolls (family recipe), green bean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt; (new family tradition for the last few years), sweet potato &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casserole&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; (first year for that), mashed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; and, of course, gravy!  We always buy sparkling juice every Thanksgiving and this year bought some "fancy" glasses to drink it out of!  They are plastic, but turned out to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaaaay&lt;/span&gt; taller than I thought and I was very nervous about huge spills, but no one spilled!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had plenty of left-overs which Elijah especially enjoyed for many days afterward.  Last night was the last night the left-overs would be good and we still had a lot of turkey and stuffing left that I did not want to go to waste so I looked up some recipes on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and made 3 freezer meals out of the left-overs and a modified turkey pot pie with stuffing as the crust for dinner last night.  Dave and I thought it was SUPER yummy...the kids mostly picked at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt;; Haven ate all of the turkey out of hers, Elijah ate all the peas out of his, Fiona ate most of the carrots and turkey out of hers, Sebastian stared at his.   :)  &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/7044671096369512055-7788735996978007906?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7788735996978007906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7788735996978007906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7788735996978007906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-2009.html' title='Thanksgiving 2009!!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SxbsTCwTLbI/AAAAAAAAArQ/P7gYeso7s60/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6995379917813515252</id><published>2009-12-02T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:31:10.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A BOY!</title><content type='html'>We found out last week our precious new baby is a boy!  I was pretty surprised, actually.  I had been almost positive it was a girl.  It's nice of him to be a boy, though; it will make room sharing a whole lot easier and give Brighton an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;insta&lt;/span&gt;-best friend!  Sebastian and Elijah are THE BEST of friends and get along so wonderfully, it's nice to know that Brighton and the new baby will have the opportunity at that kind of a relationship too.  And the three girls all have each other, so it really works out pretty darn perfectly; a set of boys, a trio of girls, then another set of boys.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out why I have not felt as many kicks from this little active guy as early as I did with the other 6 kids...the placenta is anterior (or in the front) where most moms feel a lot of kicks.  I do feel kicks there, but only really strong ones and not until about 19-20 weeks.  So that was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reassuring&lt;/span&gt; as I usually start feeling pretty regular kicks around 16 weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are over half way to holding our sweet new baby in our arms!  Just about 18 weeks left to go!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6995379917813515252?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6995379917813515252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6995379917813515252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6995379917813515252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s A BOY!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-9042267746823159513</id><published>2009-10-21T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:29:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful weather!</title><content type='html'>One of the most endearing things about the area we live in, to me, is the weather!  Never too terribly hot in the summer time, and always plenty of variety year round!  I am a gal who likes change.  No, I am a gal who NEEDS change.  I like different hair styles.  I like rearranging furniture often.  I like re-organizing closets and cabinets.  I like that we have moved a zillion times in the last 12 years.  I find change reinvigorating and a motivation to change things in my life or family or home that need changing.  Rearranging a room suddenly makes the room 1. cleaner and 2. fresh.  Frequent weather changes, for me, are exciting and help catapult me toward the sort of day I need to have; productive, happy and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall has been perfect so far; warm, sunny days mixed with cooler sunny days mixed with cold snowy days!  So perfect!  Today is a cold, snowy day and I have LOVED it!  Waking up to a fresh blanket of white feels so good.  It makes me want to make our home cozy with clean spaces and good food and a happy, attentive mother.  It makes me want to stay in and be with my family.  :)  It makes me want to cook for them and clean for them.  It makes me happy to look out the window and see little snow flakes fluttering around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not survive in a place where the weather was static most of the year.  I need all 4 seasons...and within those seasons I need variety still!  I am so happy we have found that in Colorado!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-9042267746823159513?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/9042267746823159513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-weather.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/9042267746823159513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/9042267746823159513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-weather.html' title='Wonderful weather!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4417670655857555882</id><published>2009-10-16T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:18:46.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for an automatic!</title><content type='html'>Man o man o man!  Sometimes it is just so hard to get kids into gear to get the things done they need to get done!  I know (from remembering my own childhood) that this is not an exclusive problem to homeschooling families.  Perhaps it feels more intense to me because they are here ALL day long and thus there are more times in the day where I need to ask them to do something.  We have gone through periods of time where kids get up, get their stuff done in a timely manner and without too much reminding and then had their free time.  Those times were GREAT!  Now, however, we are just coming off the last 3 months or so where I was just "blah" and didn't follow through with the kids a whole lot.  Now that I am no longer as "blah," some kids are taking issue with the fact that they need to be actual contributing members of the household and get stuff done.  Some kids are taking issue with the fact that they need to learn things (like math....) that they don't want to learn.  Some kids are taking issue with the fact that the chores have to be done all the way.  Change is difficult at times.  When you get out of the habit of things, it can be hard to get back in the habit.  Cleaning and doing math are not the most exciting, fun things a kid could be doing.  I understand the reluctance.  I understand the resistance.  I remember having those exact feelings as a kid.  And I know now, as an adult, how thankful I am that my parents made me do them.  I can say I actually like cleaning.  I like the process.  I LOVE the result and knowing that I transformed a room from filthy and cluttered to clean and organized.  I appreciate the things I learned in school.  I appreciate the knowledge gained through study as a child.  I did not at the time.  This is one of those "Circles of Life."  It's a glorious challenge for parents to help guide, direct and get their kids in gear to accomplish the tasks and jobs of childhood....but they'll love us for it later!  .....right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4417670655857555882?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4417670655857555882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishing-for-automatic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4417670655857555882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4417670655857555882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/wishing-for-automatic.html' title='Wishing for an automatic!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-270063821103182119</id><published>2009-10-14T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:46:35.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good excuse for my neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/StX-Jtvl4-I/AAAAAAAAArA/DGRc2Y0BNqI/s1600-h/new+baby+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392495571697525730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/StX-Jtvl4-I/AAAAAAAAArA/DGRc2Y0BNqI/s320/new+baby+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been so neglectful of my poor blog!!  But I have had good reason...the first trimester.  Ugh.  Some women are able (willing?) to just plow through and live life as normal even though they feel like puking at any moment; like a very heavy, wet blanket that makes you just want to lie down 24-7 is draped over your body; like you haven't slept in months and need to sleep NOW &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;; like your emotions are not your own....I just am not one of those "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;plow&lt;/span&gt; through" women!  I become a couch potato in the first trimester.  My house is a literal pig sty (minus the pigs.)  We eat lots of processed junk food and take out.  People may wear the same outfit 2 or 3 days in a row.  Kids may watch more than their fair share of movies and have a little longer than normal game time.  Ugh.  It is not me at my finest, by far!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 14 1/2 weeks along with lucky number 7!  I am so happy to be feeling more "normal" and not so blah.  I have more energy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; more motivation!  I only have nausea in the evenings and not all day long.  I don't get grossed out by everything I eat anymore!  I have actually deep cleaned some badly neglected areas of our home!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited to be welcoming a new baby into our family.  New babies are just magic!  And we just think our kids are the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; kids around and are so excited to have to have another!  This will likely be our last little one, which is a weird concept to me.  I have been pregnant and/or nursing for the past 12 years pretty much.  It will be weird in a few years when this new little one is weaned and I will be done with this phase of my life.  It's a hard concept to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys all want the new baby to be a boy, of course, and the girls want it to be a girl.  :)  Right now we are at 3 boys and 3 girls, so this baby will be the tie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;breaker&lt;/span&gt;.  :)  What do you think? Boy or Girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-270063821103182119?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/270063821103182119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-excuse-for-my-neglect.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/270063821103182119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/270063821103182119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-excuse-for-my-neglect.html' title='Good excuse for my neglect'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/StX-Jtvl4-I/AAAAAAAAArA/DGRc2Y0BNqI/s72-c/new+baby+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1826746814427708839</id><published>2009-09-04T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:06:36.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I really worry about that!</title><content type='html'>Being a mom rocks and is totally awesome...except when it isn't.  I love my cute kiddos.  I love watching them learn and grow and interact and make choices.  I love hearing the things they say and watching the way they react to things.  Being a mom is what I have always hoped and aspired to be from my first memories as a little 2 1/2 year old in Wyoming.  Motherhood is more full of joy and happiness and fun than I thought it would be.  It has also presented some obstacles and troubles I had not anticipated in my pre-mom years.  One of the most irritating is WORRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think every year and every passing day brings a new, sometimes more ridiculous, level of worry into my mother brain.  Everyone worries about their child's health, their happiness, and their safety.  Some of us, however, are gifted in taking those worries to the extreme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, I couldn't fall back to sleep after nursing the baby in the middle of the night.  Brighton was next to me, sound asleep.  Dave was next to him, sound asleep.  I got up, got a drink of water and noted that everyone else in the house was 1, still breathing and 2, sound asleep.  I went back to bed and tossed and turned for hours.  I probably could've gone right to sleep if I had been able to do it before my brain started on it's worry-path.  One little worry thought about children's safety led to this huge and gigantic train of thought leading me to plan out how I would take down a night intruder and permanently mame them...I actually came up with several different plans.  It's good to have plans, right? I finally worked myself up to the point where I was SURE there must be an intruder in the house (even though I had not heard any break-in and our barky dog was sound asleep, not worried in the least) and eventually drifted off to sleep with my glasses still on, just in case.  This is not my favorite way to fall asleep....in an uncomfortable position (due to the glasses) and awaiting an emergency at any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's silly.  I know we live in a "safe" area and have taken precautions to keep our house even safer.  I know that, ultimately, it is not in my control.  Maybe that is why it haunts me so much.  I can't really control our safety.  I can take necessary steps to keep us safe, but, ultimately I have no control.  One of the main things I need to learn in this life, I think, is faith.  I do have faith in Heavenly Father that He knows me, knows my children and loves us and cares about us.  I have faith that we are in His hands.  I have faith that He is watching over us.  It's something I need to keep building and practicing and need to remind myself of at 3am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-1826746814427708839?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1826746814427708839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-really-worry-about-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1826746814427708839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1826746814427708839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-really-worry-about-that.html' title='Yes, I really worry about that!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-187176605543472598</id><published>2009-08-25T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:48:43.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kents Lake, Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh8FNeGCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/nX-ovnhtJQM/s1600-h/329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027940178565154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh8FNeGCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/nX-ovnhtJQM/s320/329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For our family vacation this year, we wanted to go camping!  After having several different plans, we finally decided to camp in my Dad's old stomping grounds in the mountains above Beaver, Utah.  The first thing we did when we got to Beaver was stop at the pawn shop for Dave and my Dad to get Utah fishing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;licences&lt;/span&gt;.  Brighton had fun getting out of his car seat and looking out the window! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh7sBuZeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/G3337jObDFU/s1600-h/352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027933418415586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh7sBuZeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/G3337jObDFU/s320/352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the fishing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;licences&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; and a few forgotten items were purchased at the little grocery store (how could I forget the all-important hot dogs!?!) we headed up the canyon.  It took us only about 30 minutes to reach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kents&lt;/span&gt; Lake.  As soon as we arrived, the kids went exploring.  Elijah came back after a few minutes already covered in mud!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh7K9_SRI/AAAAAAAAAqo/AISgUfGt_d4/s1600-h/355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027924544375058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh7K9_SRI/AAAAAAAAAqo/AISgUfGt_d4/s320/355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got The Best camping spot EVER!  The campground was a mix of camping spots; a few out in the open, a bunch in the trees.  Our spot felt like we were in the mountains, on the lake all by ourselves!  To the left was this HUGE open meadow where the little girls had fun walking around a bit in while the 3 older kids went a bit further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh6dUSi8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/vAQcOaSyjSs/s1600-h/362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027912289881026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh6dUSi8I/AAAAAAAAAqg/vAQcOaSyjSs/s320/362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right in front of us was the lake!!  There were several little trails down to it and the grasses growing all over were so green and lush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh58Lax0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/jO8XgDdiips/s1600-h/353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374027903394301762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh58Lax0I/AAAAAAAAAqY/jO8XgDdiips/s320/353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Behind us was more meadow and trees...it was just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf65Hl5TI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/63dBtXwRn3M/s1600-h/364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025720729560370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf65Hl5TI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/63dBtXwRn3M/s320/364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a view of our set-up from the bathroom area.  Isn't perfect!?!  We had a HUGE tent, my parents a smaller one and then we eventually set up 2 more tents as play tents for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf6Cje6YI/AAAAAAAAAqI/1ZBZJik1rYI/s1600-h/369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025706082593154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf6Cje6YI/AAAAAAAAAqI/1ZBZJik1rYI/s320/369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As soon as the tents were set up, Dave helped the kids to start fishing.  Technically, the older 3 had already caught a fish or two in a stream they found behind the meadow by our camping spot.  They used a net to catch the fish, however, which we found out the next day, is a very big no-no.  Those fish they caught the first night, though, tasted the best (or so I hear...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf5ZxZYrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/w8KliBvFEzI/s1600-h/371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025695135097522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf5ZxZYrI/AAAAAAAAAqA/w8KliBvFEzI/s320/371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Fiona enjoying some fishing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf40DPB6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bFqt_3fpf4U/s1600-h/384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025685009368994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf40DPB6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/bFqt_3fpf4U/s320/384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our set-up inside the tent was perfect!  I had packed all of our clothes into plastic storage drawers so it would be easier to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; clothes and keep them organized (a packing strategy I observed in the back of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; van years ago while in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart parking lot).  The folding table worked GREAT for holding the drawers and left plenty of room underneath for bags of dirty clothes (which filled very quickly!)  The door to the tent was a swinging door!  Made camping in a tent so much nicer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf4eoWxrI/AAAAAAAAApw/gyKcYMSGkwQ/s1600-h/387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374025679259485874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRf4eoWxrI/AAAAAAAAApw/gyKcYMSGkwQ/s320/387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave and I bought an inflatable bed on legs for this camping trip.  It was so great to be up off the floor, but the bed was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; noisy!!  Every time you move even the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tinest&lt;/span&gt; bit, it sounds like you are walking and rolling over a zillion noisy, squeaky balloons!  And I HATED my sleeping bag!  It zips up the middle, not the side and it made it VERY hard to stay zipped up with the baby in there with me!  (The pack-n-play was for naps.)  The little girls slept on that air mattress at the foot of our bed and the 3 oldest kids slept on camping mats on the other side of that little dividing curtain next to the pack-n-play.  We had so much space!!  I really dislike tent camping (there were several times when I thought for sure a bear was in our camp and was going to rip into our tent at any moment, not to mention how hard it is to sleep when the slightest breeze through your tent sounds like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gail&lt;/span&gt; force winds!) and we were hoping to purchase a used pop-up before this trip, but if you have to tent camp, this is the tent to do it in!  The ceiling as a domed ceiling with a built-in light that reached 8 feet high! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd_TtdVMI/AAAAAAAAApo/Sj8VWymXjpc/s1600-h/411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023597563925698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd_TtdVMI/AAAAAAAAApo/Sj8VWymXjpc/s320/411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every time I glanced at the lake, there was some amazingly beautiful sky going on!  There were lots of clouds and little storms passing here and there that just made for gorgeous skies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd-26C5JI/AAAAAAAAApg/SYYZCA0gyFo/s1600-h/414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023589832090770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd-26C5JI/AAAAAAAAApg/SYYZCA0gyFo/s320/414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dad fly fished every spare moment he got...which added up to a LOT of moments.  :)  I tried to get lots of good shots of him, but think the above picture is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd-FNzP-I/AAAAAAAAApY/7s1vcuLyp7A/s1600-h/425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023576493178850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd-FNzP-I/AAAAAAAAApY/7s1vcuLyp7A/s320/425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Fiona bringing back a "legal" fish they caught on the stream.  I never went over to the stream, but apparently it was teaming with fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd9ZNrBxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MYzxOA9f8ss/s1600-h/429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023564681479954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd9ZNrBxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/MYzxOA9f8ss/s320/429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a fish Sebastian caught from the kayak.  After the first night of fish eating, no one was as enthusiastic about eating the little guys.  They still tried all the fish, but they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really get eaten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd822EYTI/AAAAAAAAApI/swnu_Ch13og/s1600-h/433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374023555455672626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRd822EYTI/AAAAAAAAApI/swnu_Ch13og/s320/433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys out kayaking.  There is one kayak to each side of the tree.  We just found another used, tandem Old Town kayak right before our trip which bumped us up to 3 tandem kayaks -probably all the kayaks we will ever need.  Kayaking is SO MUCH FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRcjlimjXI/AAAAAAAAApA/N7Y-J7qN2S8/s1600-h/458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374022021802265970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRcjlimjXI/AAAAAAAAApA/N7Y-J7qN2S8/s320/458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Scarlett and Haven on one of the trails to the bathroom (which was actually a pretty nice bathroom as far as vault toilets go!)  They were such cute, sweet little campers and had so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRcjCDZkYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/D7TEzDi4ueA/s1600-h/466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374022012276150658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRcjCDZkYI/AAAAAAAAAo4/D7TEzDi4ueA/s320/466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a picture that Scarlett took of my Mom, me and Haven.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRciqye_RI/AAAAAAAAAow/-KkzlHxcq3U/s1600-h/468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374022006031187218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRciqye_RI/AAAAAAAAAow/-KkzlHxcq3U/s320/468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last morning we were there, Sebastian caught just one more fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRch5kAiGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZFFoluxs3Qs/s1600-h/473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374021992817133666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRch5kAiGI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ZFFoluxs3Qs/s320/473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For our last night, my sister drove down with her kids to camp with us.  I am so glad they did!  We had a lot of fun sitting around the fire and chatting.  The next morning I was able to squeeze a few more pictures out of my dead-battery camera as everyone was sitting around the morning fire waiting for our big breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon to finish cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRchGiwx2I/AAAAAAAAAog/0hbq6lPQr_A/s1600-h/474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374021979121698658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRchGiwx2I/AAAAAAAAAog/0hbq6lPQr_A/s320/474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After breakfast, I took my sister and mom and all the girls out kayaking!  It was so great!  I wish my camera hadn't died so I could get a picture of sweety pie Brighton in his cute life vest and sitting in his booster seat in front of me in the kayak!  He wasn't sure how fun it was to not be able to crawl around, but liked having water patted on his arm.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys stayed behind while we kayaked and started to break down camp and take down tents and stuff.  Then we switched and the guys got one last kayaking trip around the lake in while the ladies stayed behind and packed stuff up.  It took us almost 5 hours to finally finish packing up everything and loading the kayaks back on top of the Suburban and everything.  UGH!  That is my least favorite part of camping!  And what I look forward to most about some day owning a pop-up or trailer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our camping trip was so much fun!  We stayed for 4 days and 3 nights and very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; smelled of camp fire for days!  We were all so happy to get back to my sister's house (almost a 3 hour drive) and take showers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-187176605543472598?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/187176605543472598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/08/kents-lake-utah.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/187176605543472598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/187176605543472598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/08/kents-lake-utah.html' title='Kents Lake, Utah'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRh8FNeGCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/nX-ovnhtJQM/s72-c/329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1475073865306115284</id><published>2009-08-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:29:31.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, neglected blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIOUhb_DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kYbHjFZPSu0/s1600-h/318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373999666224167986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIOUhb_DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kYbHjFZPSu0/s320/318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow... I have really neglected Ye &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ol&lt;/span&gt;' Blog lately! We have been a bit busy since Dave got back from China (almost the same day as my last post), so I guess I will use that as an excuse! We gave Dave a few days to readjust to the time change (like 18 hours) and then we were off to Utah to visit family and go camping in the mountains above Beaver, Utah. While in Utah, we got to see some family we haven't seen in too long awhile. We visited Dave's Grandpa and the kids got to meet him and hang out. Fiona, above climbing a tree, is forever climbing anything and everything she can! There were lots of fun things to climb at the park in front of Great Grandpa's house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIN5bGBpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/pbqPgwtCkLU/s1600-h/319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373999658949805714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIN5bGBpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/pbqPgwtCkLU/s320/319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sebastian, the only one of our kids who had met their Great Grandpa before (when he was 1) was very grateful and happy to see him. He gave him lots of hugs. :) He is a sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRINXKohwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/EfgVuUUD4PM/s1600-h/294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373999649753958146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRINXKohwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/EfgVuUUD4PM/s320/294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great Grandpa, the smart guy he is, had snacks ready and waiting for our busy crew! Everyone took a break from playing for a few minutes to enjoy them (well, Fiona climbed while enjoying them...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also got to see Aunt Shan and her sweet kids, but I forgot to take any pictures!!!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIM0Ye3jI/AAAAAAAAAoA/e4uO9ZYeYdE/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373999640416804402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIM0Ye3jI/AAAAAAAAAoA/e4uO9ZYeYdE/s320/249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our favorite things to do in Utah Valley is to go to Thanksgiving Point and their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dino&lt;/span&gt; museum...it is one of the best we have ever been to! Here is Dave and the oldest 5, almost being eaten by an ancient shark. Close call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIMJ8WJvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PfQx1Rx73lI/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373999629024503538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIMJ8WJvI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PfQx1Rx73lI/s320/234.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Dave and the 5 oldest running, very wisely, from a t-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rex&lt;/span&gt;! I'm so happy we escaped in one piece! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love visiting Utah. We have some great family there, and that is always fun, but I also just have really fond memories there. My sister has lived in that area since I was about 10 and I visited her and her growing family quite often. The mountains there are really stunning, they have a Sizzler (my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;. place to eat out!), lots of places with scones and special sauce (no, not to eat together...), a chapel and a Temple almost every direction you look and I just like being there. :)&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/7044671096369512055-1475073865306115284?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1475073865306115284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-neglected-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1475073865306115284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1475073865306115284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-neglected-blog.html' title='Poor, neglected blog!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SpRIOUhb_DI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kYbHjFZPSu0/s72-c/318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-954067916252807116</id><published>2009-07-15T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:07:50.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life can now resume as normal; a food storage tale of happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sl5UxCEn7eI/AAAAAAAAAng/lVEysoyvn10/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sl5UxCEn7eI/AAAAAAAAAng/lVEysoyvn10/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358813807964057058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are used to using almost all 100% whole wheat in our house.  But a few months ago when I ran out of wheat to grind, I didn't buy any more....until today!  Life has just not been the same without wheat.  I haven't cooked as much and we haven't been eating as healthy in general.  For me, doing something proactive like grinding my own wheat flour and using it in almost everything I make helps me to be more proactive in other areas of my life and inspires me to eat healthier in general.  After years and years of grinding my own wheat, the past few months without it as just not been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, we ordered 25 pound bags of organic wheat from Whole Foods at about $20 a bag...that is NOT cheap.  This time around I decided to care less about the organic aspect and went to our church's Home Storage Center (see www.providentliving.org for more info on home storage and where the nearest Home Storage Center is to you) and bought 25 pound bags for $5.80!!  What a great deal!  I only have enough storage buckets for about 75 pounds of wheat.  This fall I am going to do a big beef up of our home food storage and buy another 100 pounds or so of wheat, 100 pounds of oats, 100 pounds of beans and assorted canned foods that we use on a regular basis as well as salt, spices, oil and other cooking needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family's food storage is about having a store of food to be used and rotated and there for you when you need it; a lay-off or a natural disaster for example.  Only store the foods you and your family will and do use in your everyday lives.  Only acquire your store of food as you can afford it.  For most people, that means buying a few extra items each time you go the store, and hopefully sale items.  We use this method, and then a few times a year (usually coinciding with tax return season, etc) we stock up a bit more fully.  We buy flats of canned goods and bags of dry goods that we store in food grade 5 gallon buckets with tight fitting lids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our food storage is very helpful to us.  I usually have all the regular ingredients on hand that I need for every day cooking and baking.  During months when our food budget might be a bit tighter than usual due to some unexpected expense, we can use our food storage for most of our needs and supplement with fresh fruits and veggies on sale at the store.  I have had friends who had suddenly lost jobs and used their food storage almost exclusively for 4-8 months!  You could use it completely exclusively if you had canned fruits and veggies and stored dry milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are just starting out, aim for reaching a 3-month supply of food, water and other neccesities.  Then work ip to a 6-month supply.  Ideally, you work your store of food up to about a years supply.  We have not ever reached that (maybe 6-8 months), but that is one of our goals for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In considering what to have on hand in your family's year supply, remember to include essential non-food items.  We have sturdy metal shelving in our garage that I keep our food storage on, but in our crawl space I keep our non-food items.  We have stores of toilet paper, paper towels, dishwasher detergent, laundry detergent, toothpaste, tooth brushes, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, body soap, ziploc baggies, cleaning supplies and any other items that we use on a regular basis.  You should also store water both to drink and to use for washing should your water supply go out for a few days or longer.  It's also wise to have a camp stove (or outdoor grill) and a few extra propane tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, there are always sections of the country affected by power outages or water issues. Having a year supply would be the difference between possibly going hungry for a few uncomfortable days or weeks and being well fed and having the things you're used to having on hand.  During an emergency, being able to cook foods your family finds comforting and being well prepared in general will make the emergency, whether it is a power outage or a job loss, much less stressful and much easier to get through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with my freshly ground wheat, I made some delicious black berry muffins.  We had the black berries frozen in the freezer from a few months ago when they were on a killer sale!  I use a wonderful, awesome and great all-purpose muffin recipe I learned from my friend, Jenny Hatch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 c whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 c brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t each b. powder and b. soda&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2-3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;14 oz apple sauce (or other fruit sauce/puree)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 oil&lt;br /&gt;Bake at 350 until a tooth pick comes out clean (usually around 20 minutes, give or take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very versatile recipe; feel free to substitute some honey for the sugar, add more or less liquid depending on your preferences, add nuts and fruit (dried or fresh) or anything else you think might be yummy!  They always turn out great!  I usually do two batches of this recipe and add freshly ground (in the blender) flax seed meal to both and then add nuts and fruit to one batch (this would be the "adult" batch since my kids don't like to eat things with junks) and they get eaten up very quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will add a "Food storage resources" section to the right very soon, look for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-954067916252807116?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/954067916252807116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-can-now-resume-as-normal-food.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/954067916252807116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/954067916252807116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-can-now-resume-as-normal-food.html' title='Life can now resume as normal; a food storage tale of happiness.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sl5UxCEn7eI/AAAAAAAAAng/lVEysoyvn10/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2556579525242795276</id><published>2009-07-12T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:50:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven's Actual 5th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq6Fni8QaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_te9aBZSkRM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq6Fni8QaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_te9aBZSkRM/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357799312388276642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided, very last minute of course, that it would be fun for Haven to have a friend's birthday party on her actual birthday.  I didn't want her actual big day to be a let down since we had already celebrated it as a family, plus she really wanted a friend party!  Not everyone we invited could come (it was VERY last minute!), but we are so grateful to the ones who could!! We invited older siblings and parents to hang out too.  It was a fun party, thanks for coming!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5d0iYoYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/s2jAu3GFwYg/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5d0iYoYI/AAAAAAAAAmw/s2jAu3GFwYg/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798628680835458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it would be fun to have a pool party in the back yard.  Now that the deck is done, we can finally entertain out there!  YAY!  :)  We had just purchased some kiddie pools to make the last few hot weeks we've had more bearable, so we just picked up a few decorations and we were in business!  The party was a sort of lunch/pool party...hence the above spread of food that included home made cheese pizza, strawberries, carrots, cookies, chips and lemonade.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5dP0Fu6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/XW0CIHDQryA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5dP0Fu6I/AAAAAAAAAmo/XW0CIHDQryA/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798618822982562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our lawn is not very lawn-ish at the moment.  It's way better than it was last year at this time (when we moved in, it was mostly just sand/dirt), but there are still huge patches of ground with no grass covering.  I wasn't sure how we were going to have a pool party without also having mud pits (something I was NOT aiming for!)  Then I spotted the foam floor blocks we had stored up in the attic.  I had Sebastian crawl up there and get them all down and the other kids helped him set them up over the dirt.  There were still some spots of exposed ground, but not too bad and no one made any mud holes out of them!  :)  The older kids had a really great time playing with water guns (and a HUGE thank you to one of the kids' Dad's for playing with them!) and the younger ones went from pool to pool to trampoline to pool again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5c4SWMgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/2ldtmmpJzZM/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5c4SWMgI/AAAAAAAAAmg/2ldtmmpJzZM/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798612507439618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the party, Sebastian and I had talked about him giving a pet demonstration for all the kids.  About an hour into it, he and Elijah went down and gathered up a few pets into containers.  We had the kids all sit down and Sebastian started out with Eon, our Russian tortoise.  He placed her on the deck in front of the kids and everyone got to pet her while he told a bit about Russian tortoises.  Then he moved onto the remaining pets he was going to show; Packer, the Pac-man toad, Zappy the leopard gecko, and Millie the giant African millipede.  The kids all huddled in close to see and pet these animals.  It was fun and I think we will have the boys do pet demonstrations more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5cq13IGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sFRxF-Dw7cw/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5cq13IGI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sFRxF-Dw7cw/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798608898302050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5cLkjDmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7G_LdP5tt0Y/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq5cLkjDmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7G_LdP5tt0Y/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798600504184418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Haven opening some presents.  She got some really fun stuff!  Thanks everyone!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2556579525242795276?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2556579525242795276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/havens-actual-5th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2556579525242795276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2556579525242795276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/havens-actual-5th-birthday.html' title='Haven&apos;s Actual 5th Birthday!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq6Fni8QaI/AAAAAAAAAm4/_te9aBZSkRM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4551482806963978871</id><published>2009-07-12T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:27:02.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Haven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0Z49cLWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5h5zOU1f8-k/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0Z49cLWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5h5zOU1f8-k/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357793063590440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, a big 5 year old!  Haven is growing up so fast!  We celebrated her birthday a few days early, while my mom was still visiting.  We had a yummy homemade cake (cake mixes have soy) that I tented purple with frosting to match.  She was very excited about the pink sprinkles!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0ZDe6qCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/V-NUmKobOJM/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0ZDe6qCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/V-NUmKobOJM/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357793049235335202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven is a really fun girl.  She loves to tell funny jokes and giggle and laugh and have fun.  She pulls the funniest faces, as well!  She is a very helpful and loving big sister to both Scarlett and Brighton.  She is very sweet and loving with Brighton and really knows how to care for him.  One of her aspirations for when she is "grown-up" is to be a babysitter.  :)  She says she will be a very good babysitter.  :)  She loves to draw, color and play dress-up.  She loves princess things; frilly dresses, tiaras, rings, necklaces, shoes, etc.   Haven's big, dimpled smile and sweet, uncontrollable giggle are infectious!  She is a bright, happy spot in our family and we are so happy to have her in our family!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0Y22uoPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3n1xn4g1UTI/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0Y22uoPI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3n1xn4g1UTI/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357793045845549298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing "Happy Birthday" and ready to blow out the candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0YSsPI2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/9B8yqD01LWw/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0YSsPI2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/9B8yqD01LWw/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357793036137866082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma enjoying some cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0YKbj8AI/AAAAAAAAAlo/K6-0oywvyMQ/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0YKbj8AI/AAAAAAAAAlo/K6-0oywvyMQ/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357793033920442370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gang enjoying cake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4551482806963978871?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4551482806963978871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-5th-birthday-haven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4551482806963978871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4551482806963978871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-5th-birthday-haven.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Haven!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slq0Z49cLWI/AAAAAAAAAmI/5h5zOU1f8-k/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6765835632274731832</id><published>2009-07-10T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:43:27.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longhorn Cattle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds8Zx4ppI/AAAAAAAAAlc/om6M8zY-arM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds8Zx4ppI/AAAAAAAAAlc/om6M8zY-arM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870066748565138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To promote a large, local rodeo event, there was a longhorn cattle drive down the streets of Colorado Springs last Friday.  The term "cattle drive" invoked mental images of large amounts of cattle and lots of mooing and tail swishing.  I am a rancher (or farmer) at heart, as is my mom, so we were excited to wait along the street to get a glimpse of the cattle drive.   The kids eagerly watched and waited for signs of cows and cow boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds72aHy8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/XE5K8uWqsK4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds72aHy8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/XE5K8uWqsK4/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870057253653442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We waited for about 15 minutes or so.  We took pictures.  Hung out.  Chatted.  Snuggled with Grandma.  Wanted to climb trees but I said no.  (They were smallish trees....didn't want to ruin them with my brood climbing them!) Then we spotted them coming!  Well, first we spotted some policemen clearing the path of on-coming traffic, then we saw the rumps of cattle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds7lDOg1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/nhFRLyAJpgw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds7lDOg1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/nhFRLyAJpgw/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870052594221906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were several babies, even!!  :)  So cute!  The herd, however, was only about 20 head....much smaller than I had anticipated.  They were surrounded by about 20 cowboys/cowgirls to keep the crowd and parked cars safe from those long, pointy horns.  It was over almost as soon as it had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds7GkFguI/AAAAAAAAAlE/B85UFe6vQO4/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds7GkFguI/AAAAAAAAAlE/B85UFe6vQO4/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870044410544866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though their numbers were small and their appearance brief, we all really enjoyed seeing the annual Longhorn cattle drive downtown!  Well worth it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds67WRWyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TR_dKr7Ft3E/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds67WRWyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/TR_dKr7Ft3E/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356870041399810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The street we were on had lots of cool little shops.  One was a bike shop where a guy refurbished old bikes (I am guessing?) and fixed them up really cool and sold them.  I loved the colors!!  I love cruiser bikes, anyway...need to get one!  :)  My mom loved them too and wanted to go into the store to get a better look.  Tip for those of you who may want to follow suit: don't!  She quickly came out after swiftly ushering any children who wanted to follow her out.  She said there were very unsavory pictures of women hanging on the walls.  Not sure how that would relate to bikes...very disappointing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6765835632274731832?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6765835632274731832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/longhorn-cattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6765835632274731832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6765835632274731832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/longhorn-cattle.html' title='Longhorn Cattle!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Slds8Zx4ppI/AAAAAAAAAlc/om6M8zY-arM/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8049635307828731161</id><published>2009-07-10T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:09:07.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first visit to Woodland Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWVkLZ4bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3Cyt3MW7Krs/s1600-h/435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWVkLZ4bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3Cyt3MW7Krs/s320/435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356845210269245874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE MOUNTAINS!!!!!  I love the fresh, mountain air.  I love the trees and foliage.  I love the smell.  I love the skyline.  I love the weather.  I LOVE MOUNTAINS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWVMGjxiI/AAAAAAAAAks/5qw-wU7Pu3M/s1600-h/434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWVMGjxiI/AAAAAAAAAks/5qw-wU7Pu3M/s320/434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356845203806471714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Colorado mountains are so green and lush this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWUkCS1xI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2VZNN_AT4v0/s1600-h/343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWUkCS1xI/AAAAAAAAAkk/2VZNN_AT4v0/s320/343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356845193051166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom got camera happy in the car, waiting to depart for Woodland Park.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWUYZU0KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RKLQSS5vuw4/s1600-h/337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWUYZU0KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RKLQSS5vuw4/s320/337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356845189926539426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't have any particular destination or plan in mind.  We packed a picnic lunch and extra snacks and took off!  Once we got to Woodland Park, Elijah kept asking "where is the big park?"...He was thinking about the "Park" part of Woodland PARK.  I told him it was not named after an enormous play ground or anything.  He was bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWT0qhNrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_djyVdWSvUU/s1600-h/367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWT0qhNrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/_djyVdWSvUU/s320/367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356845180334978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove around the small town, admiring the trees and some cute houses and yards before finding the city's large ball fields...and a play ground!  The kids all LOVE to swing and this was Brighton's first time!  He thought it was very fun and funny and giggled a lot.  Have and Scarlett took turns pushing him and just thought he was too adorable in a swing!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYygkP-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/z8j2PfErx6k/s1600-h/378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYygkP-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/z8j2PfErx6k/s320/378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843066632454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian and Elijah LOVE to swing.  (My mom walking in the background)  They were trying to go so high they would flip over the bar.  Those of you who watch Mythbusters, however, know that they would've needed a jet pack to actually propel them over...and then they would probably end up shooting off and breaking every bone in their body.  Glad there were no jet packs laying around!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYRUMXfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wA4fFhH2QJU/s1600-h/383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYRUMXfI/AAAAAAAAAkE/wA4fFhH2QJU/s320/383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843057722187250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYNwdpVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5FJo5wFuNac/s1600-h/373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUYNwdpVI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5FJo5wFuNac/s320/373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843056767018322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Brighton swinging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUXj5rXTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kpi4jCcYNtA/s1600-h/381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUXj5rXTI/AAAAAAAAAj0/kpi4jCcYNtA/s320/381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843045531376946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had some really unique playground equipment.  They had the usual play structure with slides and a little climbing wall and monkey bars, then they had this thing that Fiona is on where a kid stands on each side and they bounce...sort a teeter-totter idea.  Then the blue thing in the back left was this cool thing where 4 kids each sat on a side and tried to roll a little ball into their "goal".  The ball and goals were under plastic.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUXbdeilI/AAAAAAAAAjs/F9w19WM4zkY/s1600-h/392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldUXbdeilI/AAAAAAAAAjs/F9w19WM4zkY/s320/392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356843043265612370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimately, I was a bit disappointed in Woodland Park.  I expected more, I guess.  I expected it to be either more like Sandpoint, Idaho or more like Manitou Springs....it was neither.   After we left this play ground, the kids really wanted to go back to the main park in downtown Woodland Park.  It had a small pond, some picnic tables and a wood play ground.  There were some seedy locals there, and not enough pretty scenery.  But we had our picnic and played a little bit more before heading out.  The drive their and back is a very easy one.   I expected more of an incline, but it hardly seemed like we were changing elevation at all.  On the way home we drove through Manitou Springs so I could show it to my mom.  I LOVE this little town!  It is so adorable and they have done such a good job of maintaining it's charm and appeal and character.  I'm not completely writing off Woodland Park; we will go back to check out the surrounding mountains and kayak in the lakes, but the town itself doesn't hold much appeal for me.  It was a fun trip, none the less, and an exciting adventure!  :)  Pikes Peak looks prettier from Colorado Springs, though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8049635307828731161?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8049635307828731161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-first-visit-to-woodland-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8049635307828731161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8049635307828731161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-first-visit-to-woodland-park.html' title='Our first visit to Woodland Park'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldWVkLZ4bI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3Cyt3MW7Krs/s72-c/435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3271972593121670960</id><published>2009-07-10T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:35:53.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Farm Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPYii391I/AAAAAAAAAjk/zDkwxLFvQco/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPYii391I/AAAAAAAAAjk/zDkwxLFvQco/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837564789028690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many awesome parks in Colorado Springs!  And so many hidden gems amongst seemingly innocent, normal looking neighborhoods!  Old Farm Park is one of those hidden gems.  There is your normal play ground, then follow the trail around a bend and BAM: there is a cool jumble of rocks to climb and explore surrounded by wild grasses and flowers and native plants and animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPJxT_XkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/o5OyiboT40o/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPJxT_XkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/o5OyiboT40o/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837311055093314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPJrc59lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/umeCA82VqNo/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPJrc59lI/AAAAAAAAAjU/umeCA82VqNo/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837309481875026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The prickly pear cactus were in bloom and oh so gorgeous!  They were EVERYWHERE!  I was so tempted to pick some and bring it home to our tortoise, Eon.  Prickly pear cactus (once you burn off the prickilies) is a perfect tortoise food.  I wasn't sure if it was okay to pick, and plan on calling the extension office to see if it is allowed before going back to bring some home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPI1AsTFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Mpo52m7JIBI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPI1AsTFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Mpo52m7JIBI/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837294868024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Yucca were also in full bloom.  I don't know that I have ever seen prettier Yucca flowers!  We were blessed with a cool, wet spring that nurtured a lot of wild flowers and plants!  It was just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPInXtETI/AAAAAAAAAjE/G5adDxNuPxM/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPInXtETI/AAAAAAAAAjE/G5adDxNuPxM/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837291206447410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sebastian, Elijah, Fiona and some of their friends took a less used path to the rocks.  Our friends' older kids took Haven and Scarlett up to the top of the rock, while Brighton and I followed on at a slower pace.  The sky was just gorgeous that day!  It finally started sprinkling after a few hours, but before that it was just gorgeously dark and we frequently heard rumbles of distant thunder.  On their way back down, the boys found a lizard that they tried to catch, but he got away.  We all had such a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPIVI_FdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/wh_EW2sZs8w/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPIVI_FdI/AAAAAAAAAi8/wh_EW2sZs8w/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356837286312875474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once it started sprinkling, and Scarlett needed to find a restroom (which the park did not have), we reluctantly left.  We will definitely return and explore the trails even more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3271972593121670960?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3271972593121670960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-farm-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3271972593121670960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3271972593121670960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-farm-park.html' title='Old Farm Park'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldPYii391I/AAAAAAAAAjk/zDkwxLFvQco/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-730929138210895406</id><published>2009-07-10T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:17:59.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye to a good friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIVO0jD0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/zx5li4t6Wz0/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIVO0jD0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/zx5li4t6Wz0/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829811373444930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only got to have him in our lives for a little less than a year, but we are so glad he was a part of our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIUnGFY3I/AAAAAAAAAis/izKMQhvelew/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIUnGFY3I/AAAAAAAAAis/izKMQhvelew/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829800709579634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We adopted Damon at the end of last summer.  He was about 10 years old at the time.  We wanted an older, mellow dog since we were about to have our 6th child and didn't want to house-train a puppy nor deal with puppy antics.  We adopted him from a very nice family who had given him lots of love and he fit into our family perfectly.  The kids all adored him and gave him lots of hugs and were constantly telling him what a good dog he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIUOa5z9I/AAAAAAAAAik/6_QYk5Hu2_o/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIUOa5z9I/AAAAAAAAAik/6_QYk5Hu2_o/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829794086014930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a very sweet, mild disposition and was so great with the kids!  He never really cared for our other dog, Sequoia, and mainly ignored her.  He barked at the cats at first (and tried to chase them for some doggy entertainment) but soon learned that was not the thing to do.  He swam with the turtles in our little pond a few times.  I'm sure the turtles were more than a bit surprised to have a 90 pound Golden Retriever suddenly in their pond, but we all thought it was fun and got a big kick out of it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldITnXzjgI/AAAAAAAAAic/2C4VPwsCAwE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldITnXzjgI/AAAAAAAAAic/2C4VPwsCAwE/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356829783604039170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 3 weeks before he died, we noticed he was having a very hard time getting up the stairs in our house.  He still acted happy, but just couldn't seem to make it up the last few steps.  We also noticed that he was not eating as much as he used to and seemed to suddenly loose a lot of weight.  We took him into the vet, they did some tests and determined that he had liver cancer and such severe arthritis that his spine was beginning to fuse.  Poor guy!  They prescribed a good pain killer and told us he probably had 3-4 months left to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 days later, we realized he didn't have that much time left.  He was not wanting to come into the house much at all.  He wouldn't eat the super yummy wet food we bought for him.  He slept more and more and more.  Then one night, he didn't ask to come into the house at all.  When we woke up in the morning, we saw Damon sleeping in the same place he had been sleeping the day before.  He got up, walked a few steps to the turtle pond for a drink, then immediately lay back down.  He didn't move when the sun started to shine on him and make him hot.  Dave picked him up and lay him down in some shade.  I checked his gums and they were white.  We knew he was dying and that it would be less painful for him to be euthanized, rather than slowly die.  Poor guy.  We told the kids and gathered them around to tell Damon good-bye.  They all gave him hugs and kisses and told him what a terrific dog he was and how much they loved him.  Sebastian cried really hard and held Damon for a very long hug.  Once the other kids saw their big brother crying, they all broke down too, as did Dave and I.  After we said our good-byes, Dave carried him gently to the car and stayed with him until the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damon was a great dog!  He was greatly loved and has been greatly missed!  We are so blessed to have had him in our family for a time!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this experience, we have come to LOVE the vets at Dublin Animal Hospital.  They were so caring and compassionate and fair and sweet.  We used to go to Banfield, but never will again.  The caring staff at Dublin Animal Hospital made an impression of Damon's paw for us and sent us a sweet card a few days later.  They helped to make this painful passing a bit easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-730929138210895406?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/730929138210895406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bye-to-good-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/730929138210895406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/730929138210895406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bye-to-good-friend.html' title='Good-bye to a good friend.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SldIVO0jD0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/zx5li4t6Wz0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-2708057993069368316</id><published>2009-07-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:48:07.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are reading this with Windows...</title><content type='html'>...the formatting you are viewing may be "off".  It all looks normal using Firefox, though.  I'm not sure why and I'm not sure how to solve the problem.  Firefox is a GREAT browser, though.  If you don't already have it and use it, you should!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-2708057993069368316?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/2708057993069368316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-are-reading-this-with-windows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2708057993069368316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/2708057993069368316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-are-reading-this-with-windows.html' title='If you are reading this with Windows...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3053741479640763728</id><published>2009-07-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:18:41.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to play catch-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcwgBf9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/TCnrH6LJBm4/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533616464101330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcwgBf9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/TCnrH6LJBm4/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Scarlett, the hair twirler.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcom0EAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fwrqegMpNaY/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533614345097218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcom0EAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fwrqegMpNaY/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven pulling a face.  Cutie!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcCYEc_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/SQ1xrtTIGQs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533604082709490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcCYEc_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/SQ1xrtTIGQs/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet Brighton, first time wearing a baseball cap!  Couldn't be cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtbryJQlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zUN-TXZxI6A/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533598018060882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtbryJQlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/zUN-TXZxI6A/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging out in hammock world with the two little girls and Brighton (below).  Brighton loves to swing in the hammocks!  So does his dad and mom...and siblings.  Most mornings, the three oldest kids can be found out in hammock world...swinging to and fro and chatting up a storm.  Hammock world was Dave's brilliant solution to the awkward space below the addition that was made to the house decades ago.  It left an area not high enough for an adult to stand up in, and sand not suitable for growing anything in.  Last Father's Day of '08 (just a few weeks after we purchased and moved into this house,) Dave bought himself a nice hammock and set it up under the addition.  It looked so great and finally gave this potential dark, useless "cave" a wonderful purpose, so I suggested we buy a few more and hang them up as well!  And, VIOLA!  Hammock world!  :)  In the future, the floor will be a thick layer of mulch and the ceiling will be painted a more endearing, relaxing color...I may even keep shade plants in the window boxes ALIVE this year!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtbKRZplI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9k8qBUt3VqA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533589022352978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtbKRZplI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9k8qBUt3VqA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I have been noticeably neglectful of my poor blog.  Expect rapid fire posts over the next few days as I play catch-up!  :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3053741479640763728?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3053741479640763728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-play-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3053741479640763728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3053741479640763728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-to-play-catch-up.html' title='Going to play catch-up!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SlKtcwgBf9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/TCnrH6LJBm4/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4937811111569073937</id><published>2009-06-21T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:59:02.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In want of an exoskeleton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sj8SyKFQzbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2wHUpXgffCI/s1600-h/100_5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350015535248625074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sj8SyKFQzbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2wHUpXgffCI/s320/100_5876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Or a nice, hard, protective shell; I'd always be safe inside. The first hint of danger, and I'd retract all of my soft, squishy parts into the safe shell for protection. Heck, with a thick exoskeleton I wouldn't even have to be on the look out for danger; my soft, squishy parts would always be protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have some form of shell, we all have ways we've learned to sheild ourselves from pain. Some might laugh and brush aside the cutting remarks of another; some might lash out first, never letting the other person get the upper hand; some might be a perpetual victim illiciting sympathy and compassion from those around them. "Shells" come in all shapes and sizes. You could turn to drugs or alcohol to numb and stuff the hurt. You could keep yourself constantly distracted to keep from feeling the hurt. You could hold people off at a distance, not letting them in past the crusty exterior you've worked so hard to construct. Sometimes, having a shell sounds nice and safe and easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of pain. You try something and fail. You want something and don't get it. You see loved ones hurting. Disapointments pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only A Person Who Risks Is Free&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.&lt;br /&gt;To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;To reach for another is to risk involvement.&lt;br /&gt;To expose your ideas, your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;before a crowd is to risk their loss.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;To live is to risk dying.&lt;br /&gt;To believe is to risk dispair.&lt;br /&gt;To try is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;But risks must be taken, because&lt;br /&gt;the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The people who risk nothing, do nothing,&lt;br /&gt;have nothing, are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;They may avoid suffering and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but they can not learn, feel, change,&lt;br /&gt;grow, love, live.&lt;br /&gt;Chained by their attitudes, they are slaves;&lt;br /&gt;they have forfeited their freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Only a person who risks is free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the risk and ensuing pain worth it? YES. Life is full of pain, but we are made to have JOY. Every pain, every heartache makes us stronger, gives us more empathy for others and teaches us how to be better and do better. It sucks. It hurts.  It's a struggle and a fight.  It's worth it, though.  It's worth the pain to grow and give and learn and help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4937811111569073937?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4937811111569073937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-want-of-exoskeleton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4937811111569073937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4937811111569073937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-want-of-exoskeleton.html' title='In want of an exoskeleton...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sj8SyKFQzbI/AAAAAAAAAhg/2wHUpXgffCI/s72-c/100_5876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4041655542758439700</id><published>2009-06-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:38:52.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the kids and Dave did for 5 days while I was gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjwQCOyzVGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/CVHqgWK9Tnw/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349168087926264930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjwQCOyzVGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/CVHqgWK9Tnw/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave, being the very  nice, thoughtful and supportive husband that he is, insisted Brighton and I take a little vacation to visit my family in Idaho.  It's been a few years since we have visited them and we couldn't afford for all of us to go, so it made sense for Brighton and I to fly out.  I have never been on a vacation away from my kids except when I flew out to Colorado Springs last spring to try and find a house for us to buy.  That wasn't really a vacation, though.  This was.  :)  I missed Dave and the kids a lot, but I was happily distracted by my many wonderful relatives and their sweet and adorable kids.  Dave is so great taking care of the kids and the home, I didn't worry about them once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, Dave got a lot of projects done and he and the kids had a lot of fun.  One day, he took them to the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo here in Colorado Springs.  It is a great zoo with lots of fun stuff.  We always have memberships to the local zoos and museums; for a family our size and for how often we like to go it just makes a lot more sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjwQB6lDSsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zh1O_G7vZlo/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349168082499881666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjwQB6lDSsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/zh1O_G7vZlo/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls got their faces painted.  Fiona and Haven both have a flower on their cheeks, and Scarlett got her face painted like a walaby.  Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvzpuP1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/TcOvCeiUooQ/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120492402786130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvzpuP1I/AAAAAAAAAhI/TcOvCeiUooQ/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See how close that cute chipmunk is?!?  I guess they saw it running across the path and they stopped to look at it.  It spotted some yummy food stuck to the path and ran right over, within inches of the kids, to eat it!  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvvAmGhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YS1WXb4LXqg/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120491156544018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvvAmGhI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YS1WXb4LXqg/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Elijah in front of some cute animal, pulling a face.  :)  He looks so adorable in a ball cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkveKj8NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1bLhCPqxHJk/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120486634942674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkveKj8NI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1bLhCPqxHJk/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cheyenne Mountain (click on title of today's post for their website) has a large herd of giraffes that you can pet and feed biscuits to.  Above is Sebastian petting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvNEHDDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/E0fkw-8_rjo/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120482044480562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkvNEHDDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/E0fkw-8_rjo/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Fiona chatting with another.   They are so cute and friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkuoSXfmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XQSgkdygMMo/s1600-h/Zoo+May+29+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349120472172166754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjvkuoSXfmI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XQSgkdygMMo/s320/Zoo+May+29+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the gang, all decked out in sun hats.  :)  Brighton and I had a lot of fun visiting family in Idaho, but knowing what an awesome job Dave was doing with the kids at home made my trip even better!  &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/7044671096369512055-4041655542758439700?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cmzoo.org/' title='What the kids and Dave did for 5 days while I was gone.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4041655542758439700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-kids-and-dave-did-for-5-days-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4041655542758439700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4041655542758439700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-kids-and-dave-did-for-5-days-while.html' title='What the kids and Dave did for 5 days while I was gone.'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SjwQCOyzVGI/AAAAAAAAAhY/CVHqgWK9Tnw/s72-c/Zoo+May+29+2009+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-1358985388778832399</id><published>2009-06-08T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:56:37.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1r7zy1OdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/e0I-z_cBsEo/s1600-h/146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1r7zy1OdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/e0I-z_cBsEo/s320/146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345047008018512338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rngTPFlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/tFDr--EB_i4/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rngTPFlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/tFDr--EB_i4/s320/141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046659188332114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweety pie Brighton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rnk3T9bI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zgUAG9h5Ob8/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rnk3T9bI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zgUAG9h5Ob8/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046660413388210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah, who is also a sweety, was in a grumpy mood about something and I only managed to get a few pictures of him, but luckily this one was about perfect!  So no need to decide there!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rndCCQrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hvkrhmPj0Gc/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rndCCQrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/hvkrhmPj0Gc/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046658310881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rnJ87ncI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w53qIWlOkWw/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rnJ87ncI/AAAAAAAAAgA/w53qIWlOkWw/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046653189201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Haven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rm26HA5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/f6K7plDHcIU/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1rm26HA5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/f6K7plDHcIU/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345046648077091730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qJTlKPUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zGZGuLWKt78/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qJTlKPUI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zGZGuLWKt78/s320/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045040866147650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Scarlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qJODU-QI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ta5h9gR694o/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qJODU-QI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ta5h9gR694o/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045039382067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIx6m-3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/En6AKIl4FxM/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIx6m-3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/En6AKIl4FxM/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045031829306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Sebastian.  He is into ALWAYS having "thumbs up" in pictures!!!  Funny, sometimes...but not ALL the time!!!  Oh well.  :)  He's still a cutie.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIkvbh8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/fVS-6Bbnu4U/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIkvbh8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/fVS-6Bbnu4U/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045028292757442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIYNUHwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bIuwo4mkKbs/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1qIYNUHwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bIuwo4mkKbs/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345045024928440066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to choose which pictures of each of the kids to frame.  Which ones do you like best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-1358985388778832399?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/1358985388778832399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-decide.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1358985388778832399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/1358985388778832399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-decide.html' title='Help me decide!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1r7zy1OdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/e0I-z_cBsEo/s72-c/146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5857138186028254002</id><published>2009-06-08T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:39:00.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A toothful forcefully lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1ok4GrFtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4H5PukDn7Tc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1ok4GrFtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4H5PukDn7Tc/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345043315503601362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Lowe's the other day.  While looking at door knobs and locks, which took a lot longer than we had anticipated...why do simple things like door knobs cost so much?!...Dave was keeping Fiona and Haven happy by playing a game with them.  It was some variation of London Bridges.  Things got a bit wild.  The kids got a bit crazy.  Fiona's mouth slammed into Haven's forehead.  OUCH!  They both were crying.  I was comforting Haven while Dave hugged Fiona.  Then we realized Fiona's mouth was bleeding.  She said her tooth got knocked out.  As I was saying "what? Really!?" and stepping toward her, I stepped on her tooth.   This was the next tooth she would naturally loose (she already lost her other top front tooth), but it was not really loose much at all...so it hurt!  Dave made a comment to her that maybe the tooth fairy pays extra for teeth that are forcefully lost.  And she did.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5857138186028254002?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5857138186028254002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/toothful-forcefully-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5857138186028254002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5857138186028254002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/06/toothful-forcefully-lost.html' title='A toothful forcefully lost...'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Si1ok4GrFtI/AAAAAAAAAfI/4H5PukDn7Tc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5992842441442169707</id><published>2009-05-26T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:23:34.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygplkOa9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/UWbvp6UUC04/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygplkOa9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/UWbvp6UUC04/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319894473698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wonderful ward (church congregation) had a picnic at a local park.  It was a gorgeous day!  Many of you might not of thought so what with the cooler temperatures, the ominious rain clouds hovering and the occasional drip drop or two of rain but I LOVE spring weather!!  I am so happy Colorado did not skip spring this year and go straight to summer!!  :)  I am going to soak up and enjoy every last little bit of cool, over-cast, rainy weather!  It has also made things here nice and green...almost reminds me of Indiana! &lt;br /&gt;The above picture was my attempt at trying to get a frame-able picture of all 6 kids...I did not achieve my objective!  But they are still darn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygpMURAEI/AAAAAAAAAew/QylnmdltTQc/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygpMURAEI/AAAAAAAAAew/QylnmdltTQc/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319887695872066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The park was really big and cool.  It is pretty large with extensive walking/running/biking trails all around it.  We did not use the paths to see the whole park, we just stayed at the picnic area our ward reserved.  It had bathrooms, a play ground and swing sets, a ball field and a WONDERFUL view of the gorgeous mountains with gorgeous dark clouds looming over them! &lt;br /&gt;The above picture is the boys with one of their friends drinking sodas.  They read the ingredients on the soda and were trying to eat away the rocks by pouring their stearic acid filled soda onto them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Shygo27Z40I/AAAAAAAAAeo/i_W45-uMp4E/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Shygo27Z40I/AAAAAAAAAeo/i_W45-uMp4E/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319881954452290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona had fun in the above tree!  And she's so adorable with those piggy tails!!  She's so adorable anyway, but piggy tails are just adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Shygoq_g_3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VBTNw6eLrEs/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Shygoq_g_3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/VBTNw6eLrEs/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319878750470002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygofZDOzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cqPU5yNLbjc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygofZDOzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cqPU5yNLbjc/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319875636345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big sister Haven loves to hold Brighton!  She is so good at taking care of him and is so sweet and caring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfYNoYb6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EYMs0ynEIe4/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfYNoYb6I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/EYMs0ynEIe4/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318496479276962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Scarlett on the top of a little hill she climbed up with some of her friends.  They all tried to roll down the hill...I think only one little girl really knew how to do it because she is the only one who actually got to the bottom of the hill that way!  The rest of them walked.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfX7XHHAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IvRb8xC39oQ/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfX7XHHAI/AAAAAAAAAeI/IvRb8xC39oQ/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318491575000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the ladies in our ward is the captain of a city league softball team.  She had her team challenge our ward to a softball game.  :)  Too fun!  Dave loves to play softball, so he had a great time and some really great hits, including an awesome home-run that I missed while snapping photos of cute girls picking dandelions!  It was great to see him play!  The only other time I've seen him play was a few days before we got engaged at the Sandpoint Stake Sesquacentenial Celebration up in Bonner's Ferry, N. Idaho.  And, I have to admit, I don't think I really watched all that much since I don't have any memories of him playing...so this was really like the first time I have seen him play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfXusc5eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YSbq0zLhT-Y/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfXusc5eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YSbq0zLhT-Y/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318488174847458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfXU2TuVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3KaKUGssz_k/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfXU2TuVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3KaKUGssz_k/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318481236867410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could only eat some chips and carrot sticks at the picnic (the only things I knew for sure were soy-free) and was pretty hungry, but it was well worth it and so much fun!  The kids got to play with friends for hours and explore the park, Brighton got to snuggle with me in the sling for hours, Dave got to play softball, and I got to enjoy great friends and watching my family have so much fun.  :)  I love our ward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfWwQAZ6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/k-gSg0LdOmc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShyfWwQAZ6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/k-gSg0LdOmc/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340318471412541346" 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/7044671096369512055-5992842441442169707?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5992842441442169707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5992842441442169707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5992842441442169707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-2009.html' title='Memorial Day 2009!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShygplkOa9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/UWbvp6UUC04/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6621727490012074176</id><published>2009-05-22T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:19:16.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle's Peak - Why God made Dads</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShbhPXhk6WI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jVEBYrSXgts/s320/Eagle+Peak+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338702062423435618" border="0" /&gt;Dave and a friend from church/work, Jared, took the kids on a hike up Eagle's Peak.  Eagles Peak is on the USAFA grounds.  The kids happily got up at 6am to leave by 7am.  They had a blast!  The trail is apparently very steep and rocky, so they also got a lot of good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShbgvB9YDdI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7Kon5Zh8W5s/s320/Eagle+Peak+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701506878639570" border="0" /&gt;Before Dave showed me the above picture of my babies climbing just above a jagged, rocky, steep cliff, he said something to the effect of "Don't get mad at me, everyone was fine."  As soon as I saw the picture and took a deep breath, I told him "this is why kids have Dad's!"  Experiences like safely climbing up rocky ledges and scaling steep grades would not happen as often if Dad's did not take their kids to experience them.  Dad's are notoriously less "babying" of their kids.  A Mom looks at her child; memories and scents and feelings flood her mind of birthing this child, nurturing this child at her breast, kissing owies, smoothing a fevered brow.  Combine that with "dangerous" activities and the possibility of broken bones, blood oozing and her baby crying and screaming...thus the dilemma a mother faces when her children grow older and their realm of experiences expand.  I feel this way not only when it comes to steep cliffs and jagged rocks, but also when my children are near water (geez...especially if they actually want to get in the water) or in crowded places (ya know...where a child is going to be lost and/or stolen at any moment.)  This is, very wisely, why God made Dads.  He knew that if it were up to us Moms, the kids would be safely within arms reach (preferably wrapped in bubble wrap with emergency contact info taped inside) until they are 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Shbgujg9tAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/v-0RI-bXpNE/s320/Eagle+Peak+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701498706408450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShbguZWwrnI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Ize3U-xIlV8/s320/Eagle+Peak+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701495979257458" border="0" /&gt;The kids with Jared.  This is one of my favorite pictures from their hike!  Those trees are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShbguJrmb1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/lzhKIZhCY-Q/s320/Eagle+Peak+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338701491771699026" border="0" /&gt;The kids in a cool little cave they found.  As soon as I saw this picture I asked Dave, "did you check it for mountain lions first?"  He didn't...and I worried. :) I worried, ya know, hours later after this had already happened.  Another typical mom thing.&lt;br /&gt;Of course my worry is well-founded. There is a sign at the trail head, warning that mountain lions are in the area and what to do to give yourself the best odds of not being eaten, should you run into one. (For those of you who wonder, you are supposed to stop and look at the mountain lion, but not in an aggressive, stare-down way.  Then you are to slowly pick up small children so they appear larger and less like a small, tasty snack.  Then you are to make yourself look bigger by raising your arms and spreading out your jacket.  Then you make low, shewing noises to try and frighten it away.   The whole time you pray...hard.  The sign did not come out and say to pray hard, but I think it is implied!)&lt;br /&gt;They all came home in mostly one piece (they each showed me all their cuts and scrapes and bruises before they were even all the way in the front door) and all very, very happy.  :)  I am happy they have such a great Dad who takes them to do things their Mom would freak out about.  :)  It's a good balance.&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;/href="http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6621727490012074176?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6621727490012074176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/eagles-peak-why-god-made-dads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6621727490012074176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6621727490012074176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/eagles-peak-why-god-made-dads.html' title='Eagle&apos;s Peak - Why God made Dads'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShbhPXhk6WI/AAAAAAAAAdo/jVEBYrSXgts/s72-c/Eagle+Peak+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7198681291153444766</id><published>2009-05-21T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:41:20.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuup0zjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/W0n2QgV0yfo/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuup0zjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/W0n2QgV0yfo/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316672626642482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Brighton eating some oatmeal.  :)  This is not his "official" first time eating solid food, though.  I gave him some of the bread I made the other day.   But that was just a few little pieces.  Later that day for dinner, we had oatmeal and eggs.  I shared bites of my oatmeal with him.  LOVE the cute "what the heck did you put in my mouth!" look!  :)  Last night I gave him some mushed up rice and he pulled the same look with every bite, though he begged for more and laughed and giggled at how fun it all was.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuR7TvnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d2ikD1cYXqc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuR7TvnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/d2ikD1cYXqc/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316664915345010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuILoVYI/AAAAAAAAAco/jvGhmlhraIM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuILoVYI/AAAAAAAAAco/jvGhmlhraIM/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338316662299448706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some really warm weather (mid 80's!) and Brighton wore his first summer outfit!  :)  We got to see his cute, chubby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leggies&lt;/span&gt; and armies all day!  :)  His eczema flared on his knees and arms, though, from rubbing on the carpet.  But he was so cute!  :)  The above picture is of him thinking "Mom, enough pictures already...pick me up!"  Elijah was holding him for me.  Elijah is wearing a towel because he and Fiona, Haven and Scarlett had sprayed themselves with the hose to cool off.  Of course, as soon as they did, the clouds and a cool wind came and then they were all cold.  But at least they weren't hot anymore!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-7198681291153444766?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/7198681291153444766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7198681291153444766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/7198681291153444766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-firsts.html' title='A day of firsts'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShWCuup0zjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/W0n2QgV0yfo/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-5670286573231011774</id><published>2009-05-19T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:01:36.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few modern technologies I bet Laura would've appreciated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpicewqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LqNewphLnuw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpicewqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LqNewphLnuw/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621692101345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As some of you may know, I am a HUGE fan of The Little House On The Prairie series!  We are now on the last book, The First Four Years, and I will be sad when it's over.  It's the shortest book, by far, as it was not published until after Laura's death and even after her daughter, Rose's death.  Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ingalls&lt;/span&gt; Wilder wrote the manuscript later in her life.  Once her husband, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Almanzo&lt;/span&gt;, died she lost interest in revising and finishing it.  Her earlier books are dripping with detailed  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;imagery and &lt;/span&gt;description&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  This last one is still very well written (as the publishers wisely knew not to alter the original manuscript) but does not have the detail, so it is shorter.  The book covers the first four years of her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Almanzo's&lt;/span&gt; marriage.  In those days, they made bread once or twice a week to last the whole week.  It was, of course, all done by hand.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I always had this impression that making bread was such a huge ordeal and very hard to do.  That belief, however &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;misconstrued&lt;/span&gt; it was, has largely been the reason I have not made bread on a regular basis.  As much as I LOVE home made bread and know that it is healthier for me and my family (and our bank account,) the task seemed too daunting.  Even after I started making bread and experienced how relatively easy it is first hand, this false belief still hung on.  It's really not that hard to throw together the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; in a bowl and then knead for a few minutes.  It's not a big deal at all to divide the dough after it's risen and place it into greased bread pans to rise a second time.  It's really easy to turn the oven on and let it do the baking.  The easiest part, of course, is buttering a warm piece of bread, fresh from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; oven, and devouring it in 10 seconds.  Still, I hardly ever made bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpb0ne4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Iw8EIJdTiPg/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpb0ne4I/AAAAAAAAAcU/Iw8EIJdTiPg/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621690323532674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then my mom lent me her Bosch (pictured in the background above.)  Wow...throw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; into the bowl, turn on and let it do all the mixing and kneading for you!  Silly as it may sound, the part I disliked the most about making home made bread was cleaning the counter after I was done kneading the dough; it was always caked with a solid mixture of dough and flour that I hated scrubbing off.  Then the mixture would stick to the fibers of my wash cloth and I would have to clean that off.  Tough life, I know!  But the Bosch eliminated that problem!  So, of course, a new problem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emerged&lt;/span&gt;: I could never cut the bread nicely!  Okay, some of that has to do with being impatient and not waiting for the bread to cool...it is so yummy all fresh from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; oven!  I always ended up with a crumbly, uneven mess when I cut the loaf myself.  I could never imagine ever using the bread for actual things like sandwiches because of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;, so the bread was always eaten as a special treat with butter and jam.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I bought myself an electric knife (pictured above with the bread.)  :)  It cuts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; nicely!  I made three fresh loaves of bread today.  The entire first loaf was mostly a "treat" loaf eaten with bread and jam.  The second loaf was used for sandwiches.  Sebastian made a tuna sandwich.  Haven and Fiona enjoyed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.  Elijah had a ham sandwich and I had the most delicious and yummy grilled cheese sandwich ever!  The third loaf is all nicely sliced and in a bag, ready for sandwiches to be made in the coming days!   Since Brighton and I can not eat soy and most store-bought bread contains some form of soy, we will mostly be having home made bread from now on.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpDFxB4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-yNS4uZm0fQ/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpDFxB4I/AAAAAAAAAcM/-yNS4uZm0fQ/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337621683684575106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet that Laura would've really appreciated a Bosch mixer and electric knife!  (Among other modern technologies like indoor plumbing and electricity!)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite bread recipe and is super easy to memorize.  It was given to me by my friend, Cheryl Jenness in Indiana.  It is a white bread recipe.  I tried it all whole wheat and, although it was still good, it was not as good.  I usually make it half wheat and half white and it turns out so good!  It's also SUPER easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 c warm water&lt;br /&gt;4 tbs yeast&lt;br /&gt;4 tbs sugar&lt;br /&gt;4 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;4 tbs oil&lt;br /&gt;enough flour to make a smooth, non-sticky dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook at 350 degrees.  Makes 3 loaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-5670286573231011774?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/5670286573231011774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-modern-technologies-i-bet-laura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5670286573231011774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/5670286573231011774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-modern-technologies-i-bet-laura.html' title='A few modern technologies I bet Laura would&apos;ve appreciated!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShMKpicewqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/LqNewphLnuw/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-8670469439440924574</id><published>2009-05-18T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:54:46.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer buz cuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInYjNmjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YW_k5fUYg1A/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInYjNmjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YW_k5fUYg1A/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337267612341344818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spied&lt;/span&gt; this cute scene yesterday morning from the girl's bedroom window.  Dave shaved Sebastian and Elijah's hair, then Sebastian returned the favor for his Dad.  :)  So cute!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInHb2bHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/A1Ity_6zywY/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInHb2bHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/A1Ity_6zywY/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337267607747062898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later, Dave shaved Sequoia as well.  I was gone to a singing group practice and, apparently, Brighton woke up and needed to be held before Dave was done.  Sequoia currently looks a bit like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mangy&lt;/span&gt; lion!  But still cuter than the rag-a-muffin, street urchin look she was sporting before!  As for Dave's "look"...he asked me yesterday afternoon why he was dressed so dorkily (picture the above outfit with black socks too!)  I said "you always dress like that on Sunday!"  He was shocked at himself.  :)  He did remove the black socks...that helped!  He likes to be comfy.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInMBNhTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8eaQJlgDtXo/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInMBNhTI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8eaQJlgDtXo/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337267608977507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rhubarb&lt;/span&gt; is so big and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHIm9HvI8I/AAAAAAAAAas/pw2B8p5IgA0/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHIm9HvI8I/AAAAAAAAAas/pw2B8p5IgA0/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337267604978344898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The apple trees are in full bloom...so gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHImicEMfI/AAAAAAAAAak/IfdCEJOYhpI/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHImicEMfI/AAAAAAAAAak/IfdCEJOYhpI/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337267597815853554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lilacs are FINALLY blooming!!  I think it took longer than usual because it doesn't get tons of sun because of our side deck.  I think when we re-do that deck I will end up moving the lilac...it is right where we plan on installing some stairs from the deck to the backyard.  Hopefully it will still live after we move it!  I just LOVE the smell of lilacs!  On a walk through the neighborhood the other day, the scent of lilacs was so thick and lovely in the air!!!  I love springtime!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-8670469439440924574?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/8670469439440924574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-buz-cuts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8670469439440924574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/8670469439440924574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-buz-cuts.html' title='Summer buz cuts!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/ShHInYjNmjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YW_k5fUYg1A/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6386988765955243650</id><published>2009-05-14T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:28:42.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite afternoon snack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyYWd2e-zI/AAAAAAAAAac/_z3USnsVx7c/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyYWd2e-zI/AAAAAAAAAac/_z3USnsVx7c/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335807170264890162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The word "rut" has sort of a negative connotation.  I would call the way in which I eat the same things for a period of time a food "cycle."   I know I'm not the only one who falls into these "cycles."  I find something that I like and eat it...regularly...and sometimes exclusively.  It's very similar to the first time I tasted Taco Soup.  A lovely family in our ward (at church) brought us a meal after Scarlett was born.  People had brought me Taco Soup before, after other baby's births, but I never really appreciated it...or maybe even tried it...until this instance.  Maybe it was hormones.  Whatever it was, I fell madly in love with Taco Soup!  There have been months since then when we have eaten Taco Soup (or some variation there of) 7 or 8 times.  It got to the point where my kids would see me making it, roll their eyes and say "Taco Soup....again?!?"  There were even a few times when I caught a small glimpse of that same feeling in Dave's eyes, as much as he tried to hide it and be the supportive and loving hubby he is.  The main difference between that and my new "cycle" of food is that Taco Soup is a family meal and thus subject to familial opinion.  My new favorite afternoon snack is my own personal snack.  Kids, for the most part, never have much of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; about my own personal snacks....unless they want some, of course!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice up some fresh strawberries (or defrost some frozen fruit and slice), add a layer of vanilla yogurt and top with home made granola and viola...my new favorite afternoon snack!  It's sweet, tangy, crunchy, cheap and EASY.  :)  This is week 3 of this "cycle"....no sign of stopping anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6386988765955243650?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6386988765955243650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favorite-afternoon-snack.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6386988765955243650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6386988765955243650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favorite-afternoon-snack.html' title='My new favorite afternoon snack'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyYWd2e-zI/AAAAAAAAAac/_z3USnsVx7c/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4819628851516946315</id><published>2009-05-14T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:13:49.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTyfiqauI/AAAAAAAAAaU/btCVlkrT1VI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTyfiqauI/AAAAAAAAAaU/btCVlkrT1VI/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335802154196822754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids have been attending a WONDERFUL part-time school program at a local charter school (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TCA&lt;/span&gt;).  The Cottage School Program has been a huge blessing for our family and our homeschooling.  The kids attend classes two half-days a week and study grammar, P.E., music, art, Latin, and Spanish.  It has meant a lot of driving for me since Elijah and Fiona attend in the mornings and Sebastian attends in the afternoon, but it has been very worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was their Field Day!!!  The Cottage School kids got to join the regular elementary kids in a day filled with fun games and activities like a water balloon toss, face painting, relay races, three-legged race, crab walk race and tug of war.  When I was in elementary school, Field Day was always one of my favorite days of the year!  I loved the change from the regular school day and playing fun games all day with my friends.  I was very excited for Sebastian, Elijah and Fiona to not miss out on this fun elementary school experience!  The picture above is the three kids all greased up with sunscreen and ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTyAmjM9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6YYB58yHpn0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTyAmjM9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6YYB58yHpn0/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335802145891627986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three youngest kids and I arrived to pick the kids up about an hour early so that we could watch some of the fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTx40WHLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/l0GKfdpXZXw/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTx40WHLI/AAAAAAAAAaE/l0GKfdpXZXw/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335802143802006706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySikxnD5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eHm3pjVLemg/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySikxnD5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eHm3pjVLemg/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800781212159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard to spot the kids from the bleachers, but luckily their shirts were color-coded and we could scan the field for pockets of the correct color of shirts.  Above is Elijah walking back with his class and below is Sebastian, about to catch a water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySir6GnkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/V2r9zETiMu8/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySir6GnkI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/V2r9zETiMu8/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800783126830658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is Sebastian catching a water balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySiY_g2GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AlkzqV6qxwc/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySiY_g2GI/AAAAAAAAAZs/AlkzqV6qxwc/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800778049247330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below is Fiona (with the red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt; and braids) running a lap with her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySiGPolpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yp0QOrZcMY4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgySiGPolpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yp0QOrZcMY4/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800773016589970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyShzmUFBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/M9zN9MaY1y8/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyShzmUFBI/AAAAAAAAAZc/M9zN9MaY1y8/s320/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335800768011441170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun day!  The kids got lots of great exercise and had the experience of their first field day!  Sadly, we will not be returning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TCA&lt;/span&gt; and The Cottage School Program next year.   It is just too much driving.  However, we are so blessed to live in an area with so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt;; our school district has yet another homeschooling class option!  Next year, Sebastian (who will be a 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader,) Elijah (who will be a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader,) Fiona (who will be a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grader) and Haven (who is more than thrilled to be a kindergartner) will be attending The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Homeschool&lt;/span&gt; Academy at a local elementary school.  It is one full day a week and they will all be attending on the same day!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  We are super excited and, although the kids will miss the friends they've made at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TCA&lt;/span&gt;, they are looking forward to making new friends!  And I am very much looking forward to only driving them to school one day a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4819628851516946315?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4819628851516946315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4819628851516946315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4819628851516946315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/field-day.html' title='Field Day!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgyTyfiqauI/AAAAAAAAAaU/btCVlkrT1VI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-4633400526238139150</id><published>2009-05-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:42:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy allergy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgtGoea-QEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VVXUzJ7Osrg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgtGoea-QEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VVXUzJ7Osrg/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335435844725391426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was Brighton's appointment with the allergist.  They did one of those skin tests on his back and soy came up as an allergen.  It was a pretty strong reaction, too!  We will be doing a follow-up blood test to confirm this finding, but in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interim&lt;/span&gt; and since I am breastfeeding Brighton, it is time for me to say "Good-Bye" to all soy-containing products! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many things these days!  It's used as a filler (it's cheap) and soybean oil is one of the main oils used quite frequently (again, it's cheap!)  I'm terribly relieved that he is not allergic to wheat, however.  I love to grind our own wheat and make our own pizza and pancakes and muffins and cookies, etc.  That would've been hard.  There will be a LOT of things I won't be able to eat (I already checked my favorite cereal, Nature's Path Organic Flax Plus Pumpkin Raisin Crunch, and it contains soy!)  Luckily, a lot of products now list &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allergens&lt;/span&gt; in bold print below the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; list so that you don't have to read through the whole list, you can just glance and see if any of the major allergens are used in the product.  That is very handy and nice of them to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know what he is most likely allergic to, Brighton gets to start eating some solid food!  :)  At 7 months old, he has been eyeing our food for awhile now!   I'll probably start him on some oatmeal and a few bites here and there of what we are eating (that is soy-free, of course!)  We don't really do the whole rice cereal/baby food route.  Rice cereal is nutritionally pretty void and is very bland....but it's a great money-maker and marketing ploy!  Baby food, again...pretty bland and costly for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nutrition&lt;/span&gt;...and another great money-maker for the companies that produce it!  If I want my baby to try pears...I will feed him some mashed up pear.  If I would like my baby to eat squash or sweet potato...I will feed him some mashed up squash or sweet potato!  Mostly, we feed our babies what we are eating and don't get caught up in how much or how little they eat.  Breast milk is usually their main source of nutrition until they wean (around 2 years) but we offer and they eat as much or as little solid foods as they want.   Babies don't have to have rice cereal and baby food...unless, maybe, their education fund is tied to stock in Gerber!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-4633400526238139150?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/4633400526238139150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-bye-soy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4633400526238139150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/4633400526238139150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-bye-soy.html' title='Soy allergy'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgtGoea-QEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VVXUzJ7Osrg/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-3811667477709901441</id><published>2009-05-07T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:13:19.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you identify this spider?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGd2oTgRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MFeqs339VBU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGd2oTgRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MFeqs339VBU/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113493687337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, these are graphic pictures!!  You may notice an itchy, creepy-crawly feeling...Dave and I both had the heebie geebies for a few hours after finding these guys!  We were moving a playhouse in the back yard.  "We"...really means Dave, the guy with the muscles.  :)  Once Dave tipped it back, we saw literally a hundred of these spiders hanging out on the bottom of it.  I have scoured the internet, trying to figure out what kind they are...well, were, anyway.  Any clues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGdoS1sOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dyTr_Hz3Uec/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGdoS1sOI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dyTr_Hz3Uec/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113489839206626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGddiXM4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/lhYPMvpdLzI/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGddiXM4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/lhYPMvpdLzI/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113486951527298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave squashed them all, with my full support.  Now, I am all for spiders.  They are great at killing other, unwanted bugs and play an important role in the eco-system!  However, I HATE these hard, shiny body types!  So creepy!!  Plus, they are on the playhouse where my children play....so...ya.  They are all dead now.  There was also a HUGE ant nest on/in one corner.  There are ants EVERYWHERE in Colorado...it's like ant heaven.  I have never had negative feelings about ants...until now.  They are just EVERYWHERE!!!  We may have to do something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGdHWNgsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_VMlck6eKac/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGdHWNgsI/AAAAAAAAAY0/_VMlck6eKac/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113480994980546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dave posing.  :)  He's such a babe.  :)  And I was definitly impressed that he moved that playhouse!  It looks much better where it is now...it still needs a complete re-hab...new paint, new flooring, etc...but it's in a much better spot.  This was one of the first steps to re-doing the backyard.  We have a great plan...I just wish all I needed to do was snap my fingers and it was done!  :)  Oh, and didn't cost anything to complete...that would be nice.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-3811667477709901441?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/3811667477709901441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-identify-this-spider.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3811667477709901441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/3811667477709901441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-you-identify-this-spider.html' title='Can you identify this spider?'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/SgMGd2oTgRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/MFeqs339VBU/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-6447311037170361317</id><published>2009-05-04T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:33:14.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 35th Birthday to my sweet hubby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf9pv7yCr4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/QJpCnVGchow/s1600-h/China+Pictures+March+2009+249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332096756052307842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf9pv7yCr4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/QJpCnVGchow/s320/China+Pictures+March+2009+249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave is turning 35 today!!  Thanks, Chuck and Christa, for bringing him into this world! :)  He is a great guy, a fun daddy, and a sweet hubby!!  We have such a fun life together.  I thank Heavenly Father EVERY DAY for putting Dave and I together and steering us in the direction our life has taken.  He is the perfect hubby for me and I just love him more and more every year!  :) &lt;br /&gt;The kids made some awfully cute cards for their daddy.  I made a card and wrote the following &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literarally&lt;/span&gt; superb poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Sweet Hubby, Dave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He works so hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he's really tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He earns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; money,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to buy us fun stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so handsome,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and oh so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His funny jokes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just can't be beat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves his family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and loves to cuddle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's such a gentleman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he'd carry me over a puddle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has a beautiful way with words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a very sharp wit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my sweet hubby Dave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and won't ever stop...it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf9pviqswgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KriXoMSXwm8/s1600-h/China+Pictures+March+2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332096749310624258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf9pviqswgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/KriXoMSXwm8/s320/China+Pictures+March+2009+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures are of Dave on his recent trip to China.  The above photo is his cheesy "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Heeeyyyy&lt;/span&gt;..." grin.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I made a big Happy Birthday poster and they helped come up with the following things we like about Daddy:&lt;br /&gt;You are fun to play with!  You're generous!  You're cuddly!  You love us!  You read us books and tell us silly stories!  You are kind!  You are nice!  You help around the house!  You write funny poems!  You earn money for us!  You take care of us!  You buy ice cream!  You're fun!  You let us help with yard work!  You help take care of Brighton!  You love the Gospel!  You tell silly jokes!  You wrestle with us!  You buy us food!  You snuggle with us!  You buy us food!  You have a fun sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAVE!  I LOVE YOU TONS!  AND OODLES!  AND GOBS! AND HEAPS!  AND FATHOMS!  AND LEGIONS!  AND PILES AND PILES AND PILES OF LOVE!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7044671096369512055-6447311037170361317?l=heidiopolis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/feeds/6447311037170361317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-35th-birthday-to-my-sweet-hubby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6447311037170361317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7044671096369512055/posts/default/6447311037170361317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heidiopolis.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-35th-birthday-to-my-sweet-hubby.html' title='Happy 35th Birthday to my sweet hubby!'/><author><name>Heidi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08917848003247059243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jTwp37hO55U/TXm7wDObwQI/AAAAAAAABMs/Q3u1OX1Ge4Y/s220/029.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf9pv7yCr4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/QJpCnVGchow/s72-c/China+Pictures+March+2009+249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7044671096369512055.post-7892168644064317835</id><published>2009-05-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:55:13.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of safety scissors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf8Nf5CO0MI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BXiMzHk3i3U/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995325367242946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t2ZJnrdhhPk/Sf8Nf5CO0MI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BXiMzHk3i3U/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Sebastian and Elijah were just sweet, cute, little toddlers (they're still sweet and cute...just not as little,) my mom sent them each a pair of kid scissors.  Sebastian was 3, so his scissors were the metal kind with round tips.  Elijah was 2, so his scissors were Safe-T-Cut scissors made entirely of plastic.  I didn't think they would cut, but they actually cut paper quite nicely.  I thought it was so clever of my mom to find them and send them!  It's nice that children's scissors are small, have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;colorful&lt;/span&gt; plastic handles, and have blunt ends...but they are still metal and still cut pretty much anything and everything; paper, crayons, skin, clothes...and hair.  We have had way too many incidences of kids cutting their hair with kid scissors.  We have gone months and months when no one was allowed use of said scissors because of the great loss of hair.  It was saddest about 6 months or so ago when I noticed a little trail of blond curls strewn about the house....Haven and Scarlett had been cutting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hair!!  Sweet Scarlett actually came and told me "Haven and me snipped our hair!"  Oh, those sweet little blond curls looked so forlorn on the floor without a sweet head to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt; to!  The kid scissors were banned to the top shelf pretty much until recently. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as Dave and I sat on the couch chatting, Scarlett found a pair of scissors and proceeded to try and "snip" off her entire pony tail!!!  Thank Heaven she had found the Safe-T-Cut scissors!!!  Try as she might, those plastic shears would not come even close to cutting off her precious pony tail!!!  I have never been more thankful for those plastic toddler scissors in my life!  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Him being my 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; baby, I could not figure out what I was doing wrong! He sucking in a LOT of air, made clicking sounds, and got nervous about the big gulps of air he anticipated sucking in.  I was in a LOT of pain and kept trying to get a better latch with each nursing session.  After a few weeks, I realized that something else must be going on.  I did some research (LOVE Google and Mothering!) and came to the conclusion that he must be tongue tied, as we were exhibiting all the symptoms.  I looked under his tongue to see if it looked like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frenulum&lt;/span&gt; (that little piece of flesh that attaches your tongue to your mouth) and it did look small...but he was just a tiny baby...everything on him looked small!  I read that if a baby is tongue tied, they can't stick their tongue out.  When Sebastian was a baby, we had great fun sticking our tongues out at him and watching him copy us and stick his little tongue out.  I employed this "game" with Brighton, anticipating being able to figure out if he could actually stick his tongue out past his lips.  After a few sessions of this game, he was sticking his little tongue out pretty darn far!  Obviously, tongue tie was not the issue.  I asked my midwife what she thought could be the problem.  She thought maybe he could be getting too much milk and suggested I try nursing him laying back a bit...so hook him up and then sort of recline back.  I tried it, but the situation did not improve.  My midwife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; I speak with a lactation consultant she knew.  This lactation consultant happens to run a great little store that sells breast feeding supplies (pumps, pillows, covers, pads, bras, etc) and slings (&lt;a href="http://alliancebreastfeeding.com/"&gt;http://alliancebreastfeeding.com/&lt;/a&gt;) so I stopped in the store on my way home from the midwife's appointment.  Brighton was full and sleeping peacefully in the sling so she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; observe him nursing, but she did suggest a problem I had not really thought about before.  She suggested he could be lip tied.   A lip tie is the same situation as a tongue tie; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frenulum&lt;/span&gt; (again, the little piece of skin that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;attaches&lt;/span&gt; your lip to your gums) is too short/tight.  After researching it a bit, this diagnosis really seemed to fit...he had never puckered his upper lip out and was never able to get a good seal while nursing.  I got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;referral&lt;/span&gt; to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oterlarynlologist&lt;/span&gt; (I had NEVER heard of this term before and still can't quite pronounce it!).  Yesterday was our appointment.  Scarlett, Haven, Brighton and I had fun riding the elevator up to the office.  :)  He looked at his upper labial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;frenulum&lt;/span&gt; and thought it looked a little short and noted that it was extremely thick, as well.  He said since we were still having breastfeeding issues (pain for me, mostly) that it should probably be clipped.  He said we could either do it under general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anesthesia&lt;/span&gt; or do it in the office with a bit of spray-on pain killer.  I did not feel comfortable having my little guy put under general, so I opted for the office procedure.  He sprayed a bit of the numbing agent on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;frenulum&lt;/span&gt; right then...it tasted GROSS (the Dr. said) and Brighton made an AWFUL face and sort of tried to cough out the taste.  Poor guy!  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; moved to a procedure room.  They brought in a papoose board and I helped wrap him in it.  He was not freaked out about being so tightly wrapped and restricted in that way, 
