<?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-23761247</id><updated>2011-11-02T16:46:51.991-07:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='g'/><category term='l'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='books'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Crunchy path'/><category term='birth'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='e'/><category term='c'/><category term='m'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='travel'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='Aunt J'/><category term='craft'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='family'/><category term='house'/><category term='baby m'/><category term='babywearing'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='health'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='s'/><title type='text'>RasJane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5028924118438305394</id><published>2011-04-05T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:37:12.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing for G</title><content type='html'>After finishing projects for his brothers, I needed to give G equal time. &amp;nbsp;I let him look through some of my patterns and he chose the jacket and T from Ottobre 1/06&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the T started yet. &amp;nbsp;As in, not even traced. &amp;nbsp;But I did finish the jacket. &amp;nbsp;Hooray! &amp;nbsp;It was only a bit of an ordeal. &amp;nbsp;E and baby M managed to loose my buttonhole foot. &amp;nbsp;But I got creative and did snaps on the pocket instead of buttons. &amp;nbsp;I haven't lined anything in a long time, so that was a nice mental challenge to do again. &lt;br /&gt;I asked G if he wanted the "OttoJeans" print on the back or something else. &amp;nbsp;He was adamant about it being "OttoJeans" so there ya go. &amp;nbsp;He did figure out that my machine does letters, so he had to have his name on the jacket somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Not just his initials on the front patch. &amp;nbsp;So I did his name on the inside lining.&lt;br /&gt;He's happy, I'm happy. &amp;nbsp;Happy! &amp;nbsp;Happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEpQduYXpqw/TZtzMkBjAUI/AAAAAAAAB3c/kWUbKy3j_Ic/s320/DSCN1192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBSz8i1KoRI/TZtzQdI64gI/AAAAAAAAB3g/lzdPfOJsPsI/s1600/DSCN1193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XBSz8i1KoRI/TZtzQdI64gI/AAAAAAAAB3g/lzdPfOJsPsI/s320/DSCN1193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5028924118438305394?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5028924118438305394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5028924118438305394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5028924118438305394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5028924118438305394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/04/sewing-for-g.html' title='Sewing for G'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IF-x44JqdVY/TZtzFeDwP_I/AAAAAAAAB3U/RV7LPxeGg1M/s72-c/DSCN1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-7539492322559203087</id><published>2011-03-28T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:59:32.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Ostara</title><content type='html'>We had a great Ostara this year. &amp;nbsp;It was our first time celebrating with others and it was a nice change. &amp;nbsp;I have been taking classes through Lyceum of Trees which have been wonderful. &amp;nbsp;The group hosts regular Sabbats and Esbats that are open and often kid-friendly. &amp;nbsp;We were a little late getting to the party as G also had a birthday party to attend for one of his friends. &amp;nbsp;So, we missed the egg dying with natural dyes (boo) but everyone was so sweet and reset an egg hunt for my kids. &amp;nbsp; Here they are hunting for eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xr37S1oIC9c/TZDyLiaObWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nMhGPxn0zns/s1600/DSCN1170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xr37S1oIC9c/TZDyLiaObWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nMhGPxn0zns/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmjoqiHceA4/TZDyPpB4fNI/AAAAAAAAB3E/f_c_GPvrjOY/s1600/DSCN1166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dmjoqiHceA4/TZDyPpB4fNI/AAAAAAAAB3E/f_c_GPvrjOY/s320/DSCN1166.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ9IrNcy9fc/TZDyTK_NZtI/AAAAAAAAB3I/c7njVMlt5Pk/s1600/DSCN1167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XQ9IrNcy9fc/TZDyTK_NZtI/AAAAAAAAB3I/c7njVMlt5Pk/s320/DSCN1167.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S9X5WshbGE/TZDyWn1IXlI/AAAAAAAAB3M/7BuSXTaTm6E/s1600/DSCN1168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S9X5WshbGE/TZDyWn1IXlI/AAAAAAAAB3M/7BuSXTaTm6E/s320/DSCN1168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this last one. &amp;nbsp;E figured out pretty quick that the eggs had CANDY inside. &amp;nbsp;Forget this gathering for fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;He had to stop right then, empty his pockets and start eating &lt;i&gt;immediately&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; And since big M couldn't eat the candy and G just wasn't as interested as his younger, sugar addicted brother, E made a right haul. &amp;nbsp;Below is the haul. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, we had to drag him away. &amp;nbsp;Guess what his favorite holiday is now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaMMnR8tpPc/TZDybBm7B7I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/_EXT1CdPBwY/s1600/DSCN1172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zaMMnR8tpPc/TZDybBm7B7I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/_EXT1CdPBwY/s320/DSCN1172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our friend &lt;a href="http://www.secularcm.com/"&gt;Gina&lt;/a&gt; and her kids &amp;nbsp;loaned us some books, so we read the story of the Rabbit in the moon. &amp;nbsp;After eating some candy, we enjoyed the potluck. &amp;nbsp;Mmmm, yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;Then, with a slight break in the rain, the Lyceum elders conducted the Ostara ritual. &amp;nbsp;We held our eggs and thought of something good we wanted to bring into our lives. Ostara is about the coming spring full of growth, potential, things taking root. &amp;nbsp;This is literal as we watch plants start growing again, but also figurative as we begin thinking of new projects and areas of our lives we want to improve. &amp;nbsp;So we held &amp;nbsp;our wishes in our eggs and promised to take them into ourselves as we ate the eggs. &amp;nbsp;I'm bad at describing it, but it was beautiful, I promise. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;br /&gt;At home, we talked some about the newness that Spring provides. &amp;nbsp;I love Spring. &amp;nbsp;I love watching the flowers start to bloom. &amp;nbsp;I adore trees in bloom! &amp;nbsp;We have sung "&lt;a href="http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=2&amp;amp;searchseqstart=242&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=242&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;Popcorn Popping&lt;/a&gt;" about a million times. More or less. &amp;nbsp;And I am thinking about the garden. &amp;nbsp;I planted some kale, spinach and kolrabi. &amp;nbsp;I am waiting for the new moon when I will plant the rest of my seeds. I'm running a little late, but better late than never I guess. &amp;nbsp;Those seeds will hang out in the greenhouse until the temperatures rise a bit and the rain stops pelting so hard on a near daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Yay! for spring. &amp;nbsp;May all the good you are hoping for take healthy root in your life, and may the warming sun give you strength in your endeavors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-7539492322559203087?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7539492322559203087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=7539492322559203087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7539492322559203087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7539492322559203087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/ostara.html' title='Ostara'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xr37S1oIC9c/TZDyLiaObWI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nMhGPxn0zns/s72-c/DSCN1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5071241305718510384</id><published>2011-03-28T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:17:35.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Sewing for royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdMwtM_6w0I/TZDrUp_3b_I/AAAAAAAAB24/D2IFkbKiR2M/s1600/DSCN1159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdMwtM_6w0I/TZDrUp_3b_I/AAAAAAAAB24/D2IFkbKiR2M/s320/DSCN1159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9PLrNrFiTE/TZDrYJQBrCI/AAAAAAAAB28/EQ_1qXmA3cs/s1600/DSCN1160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9PLrNrFiTE/TZDrYJQBrCI/AAAAAAAAB28/EQ_1qXmA3cs/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOzxaFRxG6s/TZDrRC_a3iI/AAAAAAAAB20/ZechlMYCe2M/s1600/DSCN1158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOzxaFRxG6s/TZDrRC_a3iI/AAAAAAAAB20/ZechlMYCe2M/s320/DSCN1158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 3 of the crowns I made for E's preschool. &amp;nbsp;I keep forgetting to take pictures of the ones I made for my OWN children. &amp;nbsp;I also made a cape for E and will make one for little M too. &amp;nbsp;I totally love sewing like this. &amp;nbsp;Quick and easy. &amp;nbsp;Instant results--well, almost instant. &amp;nbsp;But much faster than entire outfits, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;These are Ottobre again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ottobredesign.com/lehdet_js/2004_4/index.html?en"&gt;Issue 4/04.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cut down the size on the crowns just a little. &amp;nbsp;Since I was making them for preschool heads, I just removed one side of the tab. &amp;nbsp;I also used velcro on the capes. &amp;nbsp;I never use anything that ties around the neck. &amp;nbsp;The pattern may actually call for velcro, I don't know as I didn't actually read it LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5071241305718510384?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5071241305718510384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5071241305718510384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5071241305718510384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5071241305718510384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/sewing-for-royalty.html' title='Sewing for royalty'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdMwtM_6w0I/TZDrUp_3b_I/AAAAAAAAB24/D2IFkbKiR2M/s72-c/DSCN1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-323766372360996369</id><published>2011-03-12T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:22:11.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, a picture for Grandma. &amp;nbsp;She sent this cute tutu and onesie for the girl. &amp;nbsp;Don't forget to check her out at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/HattieJane"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kiAZp_SmoYw/TXvff2Sw0bI/AAAAAAAAB2s/w12zbCzxyIY/s1600/tutu3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kiAZp_SmoYw/TXvff2Sw0bI/AAAAAAAAB2s/w12zbCzxyIY/s320/tutu3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now comes the amazing-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, the before image. &amp;nbsp;And really, it's not even a full before image. &amp;nbsp;I had already been working for quite some time when I snapped this. &amp;nbsp;It just took me that long to say, "hey! &amp;nbsp;I'd better take a before so I can truly appreciate the change!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y0DTL9MZ_NE/TXvfW1Mh7YI/AAAAAAAAB2o/a4cAb_NWPKk/s1600/DSCN1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y0DTL9MZ_NE/TXvfW1Mh7YI/AAAAAAAAB2o/a4cAb_NWPKk/s320/DSCN1146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It had gotten so bad that I just couldn't do much of anything in my kitchen. &amp;nbsp;I had some space next to the stove, but even that involved shoving stuff out of the way. &amp;nbsp;And I couldn't use the snack bar at all. &amp;nbsp;So I cleaned all day yesterday. &amp;nbsp;I kept wanting to give up, but I had promised myself a trip to IKEA if I got the living room and kitchen cleaned up this week. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to see if I can add the younger boys' room to that list for next week. &amp;nbsp;Then I'll go during spring break week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iDneWegNzK8/TXvfloLCzTI/AAAAAAAAB2w/LbSqxPubzxY/s1600/DSCN1156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iDneWegNzK8/TXvfloLCzTI/AAAAAAAAB2w/LbSqxPubzxY/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the next day. &amp;nbsp;After making dinner, breakfast and lunch and a trip to the grocery store. &amp;nbsp;So I'd say we're doing pretty well. I can look around and see a million more things I need to do, but really the counters were the main problem and they were the worst they'd been since we moved in.&lt;br /&gt;Another reward that the boys had a blast with was the coin jar. &amp;nbsp;I've been tossing coins in a can and bowl on the counter for ages and never gotten around to taking them in to do anything with them. &amp;nbsp;So this morning we took them to the grocery store and dumped them all in the coinstar machine. &amp;nbsp;$93.52!!! Holy crap, that's a lot of spare change. &amp;nbsp;So now we get to shop around at Amazon and see what strikes our (my) fancy.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say it is very disheartening that despite my week of cleaning and organizing and purging, my house is still a mess. &amp;nbsp;I'm more of an instant gratification type. &amp;nbsp;This is slow work. &amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I get something &amp;nbsp;done, littles are dumping something out. &amp;nbsp;But such is the life of a mom of younglings. I'm trying to appreciate their incredible curiosity. Although, included in my plans for when I have older children, is the plan to do some decorating when I can reasonably expect things like curtains to stay on the wall and small furniture to not be used as forts and projectiles. &amp;nbsp;Any guesses how long that will take? Anyone want to come help me decorate then? &amp;nbsp;Because I'm clueless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-323766372360996369?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/323766372360996369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=323766372360996369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/323766372360996369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/323766372360996369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kiAZp_SmoYw/TXvff2Sw0bI/AAAAAAAAB2s/w12zbCzxyIY/s72-c/tutu3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6843824699521596113</id><published>2011-03-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T13:09:05.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Sewing Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been awhile since I really sewed much. &amp;nbsp;Little bits of things here and there and some mending, but not much "real" sewing. &amp;nbsp;Part of the problem has of course been time! &amp;nbsp;But I got bit by the bug last week (or the week before?) and bought some new patterns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first FO is from this new Oliver+S pattern I bought. &amp;nbsp;Click on the image to go to the pattern at Oliver+S. &amp;nbsp;Sooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oliverands.com/patterns/pants/patterns8.phtml"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.oliverands.com/images/product/model/OS011SA_pants.jpg" width="93" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's my variation. &amp;nbsp;Aren't you impressed that the only thing NOT from my stash were the buttons? &amp;nbsp;The red knit is from a bin of fabric I got from my IL's friend. &amp;nbsp;The blue linen-look is from a cotton IKEA curtain. &amp;nbsp;The Curious George was just in my bins. &amp;nbsp;I cut out motifs from the print and appliqued them all over. &amp;nbsp;E is very happy with his Curious George clothes. &amp;nbsp;I will definitely be using this pattern again. &amp;nbsp;It was easy to sew and came out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3d9gIVU9TLU/TXFNXkzeT8I/AAAAAAAAB2U/9eBoROdX3fE/s1600/DSCN1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3d9gIVU9TLU/TXFNXkzeT8I/AAAAAAAAB2U/9eBoROdX3fE/s320/DSCN1127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rQ0edIRV7ZI/TXFNdaG5UNI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IZstmHcyyfc/s1600/DSCN1128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rQ0edIRV7ZI/TXFNdaG5UNI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/IZstmHcyyfc/s320/DSCN1128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is for Big M. &amp;nbsp;He likes sweatshirts and is forever in need of pants. &amp;nbsp;Can we all take a moment of silence to mourn the fact that the sweatshirt fits me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pants and top are both from the &lt;a href="http://www.ottobredesign.com/lehdet_js/2010_1/index.html?en"&gt;1/2010 issue of Ottobre&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I have plans to make him a coordinating t-shirt as well. &amp;nbsp;Just as soon as I find a knit I like. &amp;nbsp;I want a stripe or a subtle woodland type pattern. &amp;nbsp;Do you know how stinkin hard it is to find decent knit prints for boys?? &amp;nbsp;Well, boys over 4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, &amp;nbsp;the top is design #38, the New Generation sweatshirt. &amp;nbsp;I made a size 152. &amp;nbsp;I hope it's big enough. &amp;nbsp; The body is from a cotton french terry I found at Mill End. It's grey with a thin brown stripe. &amp;nbsp;The inner collar is a stone wall print from Moda. &amp;nbsp;M likes the pockets in the middle. Oh, and the cuffs are some random bit of teal ribbing I had in my stash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SBVnDC4bnM0/TXFNhZqNtQI/AAAAAAAAB2c/z3qt1ztt3rY/s1600/DSCN1130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SBVnDC4bnM0/TXFNhZqNtQI/AAAAAAAAB2c/z3qt1ztt3rY/s320/DSCN1130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pants use more the Moda Stone Wall and are made from ripstop cotton. &amp;nbsp;Also from Mill End. &amp;nbsp;They are design #40, Casual Cut sweatpants. &amp;nbsp;I know, I know, the pattern is for a stretch knit. &amp;nbsp;And I worried about it the whole time I was sewing them. &amp;nbsp;But I think it turned out okay. &amp;nbsp;I left out the drawstring and just used the elastic on its own. &amp;nbsp;I really should have used contrasting topstitch thread. &amp;nbsp;The pockets have a neat topstitch detail that just doesn't show up in this picture. &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;I like them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2Mjpb7qLEPM/TXFNp0W0-hI/AAAAAAAAB2g/tfcLKMb98m0/s1600/DSCN1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2Mjpb7qLEPM/TXFNp0W0-hI/AAAAAAAAB2g/tfcLKMb98m0/s320/DSCN1132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UGvIhSrntdI/TXFNtjgz-BI/AAAAAAAAB2k/t6lpg8pcoVM/s1600/DSCN1133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UGvIhSrntdI/TXFNtjgz-BI/AAAAAAAAB2k/t6lpg8pcoVM/s320/DSCN1133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The plan for the t-shirt is to 1--find a knit I like. &amp;nbsp;Then I'm going with a design from a previous Ottobre that has a cotton placket on the shirt. &amp;nbsp;I'll use the stone print again on the placket and in an accent tab. &amp;nbsp;Then the teal ribbing for the sleeve and neck edgings. &amp;nbsp;That should tie it all into a complete outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also have black and red fabric to do a jacket and shirt for G. &amp;nbsp;He wants an outfit too, but he wants jeans. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I've made jeans for the kids before, so I suggested I improve upon a rtw pair of jeans. &amp;nbsp;He's okay with that. &amp;nbsp;Phew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, to include baby M (of course!), I have coordinating apple print, stripe and dots. &amp;nbsp;She will get the pinafore dress and pants from Ottobre 1/10 and a cotton top from (I think) 1/2006. &amp;nbsp;This should all keep me occupied for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT, I also want to do some sewing for me. &amp;nbsp;I just have a hard time finding the right fabric for the right pattern. &amp;nbsp;You know? &amp;nbsp;That and I live in jeans or yoga pants and t-shirts. &amp;nbsp;So I have a hard time justifying the time and expense of sewing something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6843824699521596113?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6843824699521596113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6843824699521596113' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6843824699521596113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6843824699521596113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/03/sewing-projects.html' title='Sewing Projects'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3d9gIVU9TLU/TXFNXkzeT8I/AAAAAAAAB2U/9eBoROdX3fE/s72-c/DSCN1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2932638893951738616</id><published>2011-01-28T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T11:35:29.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little creative variety</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dad, &lt;a href="http://papacoyote.blogspot.com/"&gt;PapaCoyote&lt;/a&gt;, had the idea to let my kids experience a different kind of gardening. &amp;nbsp;So he gave them mushroom kits for Christmas! &amp;nbsp;M especially has had a lot of fun tending to his various fungus. &amp;nbsp;E could care less, so M has taken over all 3. &amp;nbsp;Why all 3? &amp;nbsp;Well, if you take over responsibility for 2, they're all yours, right? &amp;nbsp;Besides, G has the Wii basketball to master, so he's busy. &amp;nbsp;I believe Dad bought the kits from &lt;a href="http://territorialseed.com/"&gt;Territorial Seed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we had our first Shitake harvest today. &amp;nbsp;Here's the take. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what we're having for dinner yet, but it includes fresh sauteed mushrooms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMWpOImafI/AAAAAAAAB2A/oSWy-hGq0kE/s1600/DSCN1073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMWpOImafI/AAAAAAAAB2A/oSWy-hGq0kE/s320/DSCN1073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crayons have been popular lately and the kids really want to color together. &amp;nbsp;Well, make that Baby M really wants to color with her brothers. &amp;nbsp;And on the wall. &amp;nbsp;Time for a 2 birds with one stone solution. &amp;nbsp;I grabbed a roll of paper and taped it to the wall under the window in the dining room. &amp;nbsp;Just cheap IKEA paper. &amp;nbsp;This is my thoughtful young artist making sure his castle has everything it needs. &amp;nbsp;It took him all of 1 minute to adapt to the idea of sharing art space with his sister. &amp;nbsp;He is such an awesome and patient big brother! &amp;nbsp;He amazes me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMWtp8u4KI/AAAAAAAAB2E/ouZd4ZC-BlY/s1600/DSCN1074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMWtp8u4KI/AAAAAAAAB2E/ouZd4ZC-BlY/s320/DSCN1074.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My camera ham. &amp;nbsp;I get out the camera and she poses in front of it. &amp;nbsp;What's funny is that her brothers have all done this too, but she is so different! &amp;nbsp;See? &amp;nbsp;What a nice, sweet pose! &amp;nbsp;She smiles too, but&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I snapped the picture, she stopped. &amp;nbsp;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMW31CydZI/AAAAAAAAB2I/OehJyYsUz9s/s1600/DSCN1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMW31CydZI/AAAAAAAAB2I/OehJyYsUz9s/s320/DSCN1076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for Valentines Day! &amp;nbsp;I made this felt heart banner this week. &amp;nbsp;Every other heart has a candy heart-type saying on it written out in fabric paint. &amp;nbsp;If anyone is interested in a how-to, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMW7oj_QOI/AAAAAAAAB2M/YjKkEf809as/s1600/DSCN1079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMW7oj_QOI/AAAAAAAAB2M/YjKkEf809as/s320/DSCN1079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2932638893951738616?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2932638893951738616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2932638893951738616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2932638893951738616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2932638893951738616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-creative-variety.html' title='A little creative variety'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TUMWpOImafI/AAAAAAAAB2A/oSWy-hGq0kE/s72-c/DSCN1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6599052202875381172</id><published>2011-01-21T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:56:32.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>I've had a request for this recipe, so I thought I'd share it here. &amp;nbsp;It definitely doesn't belong in my allergy-free blog!&lt;br /&gt;This makes enough to fit nicely in my Cuisinart 1.5 qt freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesecake Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 oz cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup sugar (I use superfine for ice cream, but any sweetener you want would be great. &amp;nbsp;Some people may want more.)&lt;br /&gt;dash salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup heavy cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mixing bowl, beat the cream cheese until it is smooth and creamy. &amp;nbsp;Beat in the sugar, salt and vanilla. &amp;nbsp;Add the buttermilk and beat until smooth. Add the cream and mix well. &amp;nbsp;Chill in the refrigerator for an hour or two then freeze according to your ice cream freezer's directions. &amp;nbsp;If you NEED an ice cream fix fast you can certainly just skip the refrigeration step.&lt;br /&gt;You can serve it as it or top it with any toppings you want. &amp;nbsp;I've thought of making some fruit sorbet and serving it layered with sorbet. &amp;nbsp;Sorta like cherry cheesecake only in a sundae! &amp;nbsp;Chocolate &amp;nbsp;sauce is always a winner too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6599052202875381172?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6599052202875381172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6599052202875381172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6599052202875381172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6599052202875381172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/01/cheesecake-ice-cream.html' title='Cheesecake Ice Cream'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4791497398257212976</id><published>2011-01-19T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:40:00.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't melt</title><content type='html'>It's hard, I know. &amp;nbsp;When you see something this precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTdZ3JDeMTI/AAAAAAAAB18/pbE1gOPh7Hs/s1600/Twists_10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTdZ3JDeMTI/AAAAAAAAB18/pbE1gOPh7Hs/s320/Twists_10.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't mind me, I'm just photo-hosting. &amp;nbsp;This picture was taken back in Sept. &amp;nbsp;Before the great hair cut. &amp;nbsp;*sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4791497398257212976?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4791497398257212976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4791497398257212976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4791497398257212976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4791497398257212976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-melt.html' title='Don&apos;t melt'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTdZ3JDeMTI/AAAAAAAAB18/pbE1gOPh7Hs/s72-c/Twists_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4465820690225397832</id><published>2011-01-18T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:45:09.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants!</title><content type='html'>My mom and I went to the Goodwill Outlet Store last week. &amp;nbsp;We didn't get a huge load, but found some fun stuff. &amp;nbsp;Of course! &amp;nbsp;One of my finds was a Gap XL blouse in a lightweight, light pink cotton. &amp;nbsp;It had a beautiful eyelet hem on the body and sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I cut off the sleeves and turned them into pants for Baby M. &amp;nbsp;I should have taken pictures of the process I know! &amp;nbsp;Sorry. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even find a picture of the shirt since I cut it up before taking a picture. &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;It was very simple, really. &amp;nbsp;I cut off the sleeves. They were raglan, so that gave me more length to work with. &amp;nbsp;Then I eyeballed a crotch curve. &amp;nbsp;I used the sleeve seam as the pants inseam. &amp;nbsp;When I got the pants put together, I realized there just wasn't enough width in the back. &amp;nbsp;So I took out the back seam and put in a triangle of fabric. &amp;nbsp;It looks a little sloppy, but I plan to make a tunic-style top to wear with them for summer, so I'm not too worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;The body of the shirt will be a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Here's pictures. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and they need some ironing too. &amp;nbsp;But I have to un-bury my ironing board. &amp;nbsp;I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJRP4C90I/AAAAAAAAB1w/ttOznhz1jSQ/s1600/DSCN1060+%2528Modified%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJRP4C90I/AAAAAAAAB1w/ttOznhz1jSQ/s320/DSCN1060+%2528Modified%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJUvgiiwI/AAAAAAAAB10/8lu_CFT5ogU/s1600/DSCN1062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJUvgiiwI/AAAAAAAAB10/8lu_CFT5ogU/s320/DSCN1062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJYdGm_rI/AAAAAAAAB14/ON8m7a77Vi8/s1600/DSCN1061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJYdGm_rI/AAAAAAAAB14/ON8m7a77Vi8/s320/DSCN1061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4465820690225397832?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4465820690225397832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4465820690225397832' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4465820690225397832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4465820690225397832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/01/pants.html' title='Pants!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TTYJRP4C90I/AAAAAAAAB1w/ttOznhz1jSQ/s72-c/DSCN1060+%2528Modified%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8664301206343907747</id><published>2011-01-07T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:50:08.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Projects</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know I like to have projects going. &amp;nbsp;Mustn't be bored. &amp;nbsp;No! NO! &amp;nbsp;Not that my life has much risk of leading to boredom of any kind. &amp;nbsp;But better safe than sorry right? &amp;nbsp;So, some of my projects for the new year...&lt;br /&gt;First, a crafty project. &amp;nbsp;I love, love, love crafts. &amp;nbsp;You may have picked up on that. &amp;nbsp;Did you? &amp;nbsp;One craft that I haven't done since I was little is embroidery. &amp;nbsp;I like it, it's beautiful, I just didn't feel much need to do it. &amp;nbsp;But I have been drawn to it again. &amp;nbsp;The universe aligned and I'm back to embroidery. &amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;My kids are getting a little bigger and a little more independent. &amp;nbsp;So having a needle, thread and work with teeny stitches is becoming more realistic. &amp;nbsp;Then, Alicia Paulson came out with her new book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Embroidery-Companion-Classic-Designs-Modern/dp/0307462358/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1294438688&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Embroidery Companion&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;If you craft, you really should check out her books. &amp;nbsp;The other is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Stitched-Time-Memory-Keeping-Projects-Creator/dp/0307406261/ref=ntt_at_ep_dpi_2"&gt;Stitched In Time&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It is a beautiful collection of crafts.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the amazing Annette at &lt;a href="http://asimplebreath.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Simple Breath&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a year long sew-along for the Embroidery Companion. &amp;nbsp;"Just the thing," I thought! &amp;nbsp;A group of crafters, all working on the same project each month, providing me with some motivation and accountability! &amp;nbsp;So, I am currently working on the first project--Tea Towels! &amp;nbsp;Fun! &amp;nbsp;I am enjoying it very much, but I am having to do it in such teeny-short bursts I fear I am going to have 12 more UFO's at the end of 2011. &amp;nbsp;Some things to work on in 2012 I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is a more intellectual&amp;nbsp;pursuit. &amp;nbsp;I have been feeling for sometime that something is missing and that something is ritual and seasonal awareness. &amp;nbsp;Apparently&amp;nbsp;I am not alone! &amp;nbsp;I have found that several of my friends were feeling the same way. &amp;nbsp;To support each other in attempting to bring this to our lives, we have started a blog called, &lt;a href="http://motherwheel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Motherwheel: LDS Families Celebrating the Seasons&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We just launched this week! &amp;nbsp;Currently there are introductions to the families participating and some basic information. &amp;nbsp;We plan to share our experiences as we celebrate the 8 Sabbats of the Wheel of the Year. &amp;nbsp;I am also currently working on some book reviews to share as well as some informational posts. One about references to the New Moon in the Bible and one about some history of the symbol of the serpent. Aaaand, I am taking a year-long class related to this project. &amp;nbsp;The classes are once a month and sound just about perfect. &amp;nbsp;My brain is swimming I tell ya! Hopefully I get really good at the embroidery so it can allow my brain some wandering time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, later in the year, I also have the garden to keep me busy. &amp;nbsp;This will be the first &amp;nbsp;Spring I can plant super early, so I am making some plans of what to plant. &amp;nbsp;Yum! &amp;nbsp;I hope this is the year my kids magically start liking vegetables. &amp;nbsp;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the kids some about their role in the planting. &amp;nbsp;They are looking forward to being a part of the garden again. &amp;nbsp;They really do enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;M and G are thinking about starting extra seeds this year to sell to people they know. &amp;nbsp;I think it would be an excellent way for them to make some extra money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, for now at least (ha!), I took the plunge and purchased the kit from &lt;a href="http://learningherbs.com/"&gt;LearningHerbs.com&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Hooray! &amp;nbsp;I love herbs and we use a fair bit of herbal remedies, but I get frustrated with my lack of knowledge. &amp;nbsp;I had looked into herbalist classes in the past, but couldn't figure out how to make the time and effort to do that. &amp;nbsp;But this is a kit that takes the learning through project by project. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully, by the end of my kit experience, I will have enough basic knowledge to continue to self-teach until I feel ready to take full-on classes. &amp;nbsp;Or maybe I will be satisfied for a time with my level of knowledge. &amp;nbsp;Who knows? At any rate, my kit should arrive in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I write that all out, I can say I look pretty crazy. &amp;nbsp;Good thing one of my other projects is to work on including the kids in more housework. &amp;nbsp;I apparently just scheduled my 24 hours and didn't leave room for much else! &amp;nbsp;If you see me dinking around Facebook, ask me how I'm doing and if I have time to be there. &amp;nbsp;The answer will probably be No. &amp;nbsp;At least I have guaranteed no boredom for another year. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8664301206343907747?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8664301206343907747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8664301206343907747' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8664301206343907747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8664301206343907747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-projects.html' title='New Year, New Projects'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-7499326846195252588</id><published>2010-12-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:52:28.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Photo Session</title><content type='html'>C had a photo shoot on Friday, so he left the studio set up and we took some family pictures on Saturday Morning. &amp;nbsp;His studio is in the bonus room, so it is temporary. &amp;nbsp;He sets it up when he has a shoot and then has to get it all taken down before the kids do too much exploring.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, taking family pictures with 4 busy kids is such an adventure. &amp;nbsp;C still has to go through them and adjust some things, but I just had to share this one. &amp;nbsp;It cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TQ7fQhO_8HI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/r58j7M8QM5s/s1600/noevilkidpic1210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TQ7fQhO_8HI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/r58j7M8QM5s/s320/noevilkidpic1210.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When AuntJ saw it, she remarked that it looks like a "hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil" kind of shot. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love, love this one. &amp;nbsp;Even though she is almost 20 months old, Little M has to take frequent breaks for Bahb. &amp;nbsp;Milk. &amp;nbsp;She does love her milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TQ7g7r91aEI/AAAAAAAAB1c/jbg5n6-iJ6k/s1600/nursing1210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TQ7g7r91aEI/AAAAAAAAB1c/jbg5n6-iJ6k/s320/nursing1210.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-7499326846195252588?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7499326846195252588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=7499326846195252588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7499326846195252588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7499326846195252588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/family-photo-session.html' title='Family Photo Session'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TQ7fQhO_8HI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/r58j7M8QM5s/s72-c/noevilkidpic1210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-9087106389452615284</id><published>2010-12-04T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:56:52.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookin' Somethin' Outta Nuthin': Little Plumb Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://somethin-outta-nuthin.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-plumb-cakes.html"&gt;Cookin' Somethin' Outta Nuthin': Little Plumb Cakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'mn cross posting this because these cookies are so yummy and I know lots of people are looking for holiday baking recipes.  I also describe how to make candied goodies.  Go check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-9087106389452615284?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://somethin-outta-nuthin.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-plumb-cakes.html' title='Cookin&apos; Somethin&apos; Outta Nuthin&apos;: Little Plumb Cakes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9087106389452615284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=9087106389452615284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9087106389452615284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9087106389452615284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/cookin-somethin-outta-nuthin-little.html' title='Cookin&apos; Somethin&apos; Outta Nuthin&apos;: Little Plumb Cakes'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-943073604696415092</id><published>2010-12-03T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:38:01.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's keeping me warm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TPlfp7kahII/AAAAAAAAB1U/qwCrPKNey84/s1600/mothsweater.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TPlfp7kahII/AAAAAAAAB1U/qwCrPKNey84/s320/mothsweater.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this sweater a year ago with a birthday gift card. &amp;nbsp;I heart Anthropologie. &amp;nbsp;It turns out I'm wearing it a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;You can find me standing around, wearing my sweater, and holding a steaming mug of tea.&lt;br /&gt;Hey. &amp;nbsp;At least it's sunny today! &amp;nbsp;But you know what I learned those years in Moscow at the UofI? &amp;nbsp;Sun in winter = colder day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also going on: &amp;nbsp;My sewing got all spiffed up by my Mum. &amp;nbsp;What an awesome birthday present, eh? &amp;nbsp;So I'been taking advantage of being able to find things by making a mess lol. &amp;nbsp;My daughter is potty learning. &amp;nbsp;At 19 months. &amp;nbsp;And she is teeny. &amp;nbsp;They don't make panties in a size 12 mos. &amp;nbsp;So I'm sewing away, making panties and training panties. &amp;nbsp;Pretty ones too. &amp;nbsp;I knew I'd eventually have a use for rose print knit scraps. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knitrowan.com/yarn-image/big/yarn-Organic%20Cotton%204%20Ply_340x260.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://www.knitrowan.com/yarn-image/big/yarn-Organic%20Cotton%204%20Ply_340x260.jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I can't say too much publicly about my knitting project. &amp;nbsp;But it is loads of fun and involves this yarn in colorway chlorophyll. &amp;nbsp;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;I have a million more projects I'd like to be working on. &amp;nbsp;But I have 5 very important projects whom I love very much. &amp;nbsp;Someday more of them will be a bit more self-sufficient. &amp;nbsp;SOME of them may even learn to not fiddle with things they shouldn't in the sewing room. &amp;nbsp;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to make some dinner--that reminds me. I have oodles of recipes I need to get posted to the cooking blog. &amp;nbsp;Including chocolate syrup! &amp;nbsp;Then I'm heading to Alicia Paulson book signing up in Portland tonight. &amp;nbsp;Lucky Me!! &amp;nbsp;Just makes me aware of my lack of a really cute purse when I go out on my own sans diaper bag. :-( &amp;nbsp;But I'll have fun neverless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-943073604696415092?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/943073604696415092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=943073604696415092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/943073604696415092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/943073604696415092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-keeping-me-warm.html' title='What&apos;s keeping me warm'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TPlfp7kahII/AAAAAAAAB1U/qwCrPKNey84/s72-c/mothsweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5254459834478103684</id><published>2010-11-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:32:51.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TOcU5LU17VI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YnRBpIfpRWA/s1600/DSCN1031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TOcU5LU17VI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YnRBpIfpRWA/s320/DSCN1031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;He has been wiggling it like mad lately, and it finally fell out just before school today. &amp;nbsp;He was a a little concerned about the whole blood thing, but was reassured pretty quickly. &amp;nbsp;M helped him wrap it up in a tissue and stash it in a sandwich baggy until bedtime. &amp;nbsp;He is still pondering whether or not to let the&amp;nbsp;tooth fairy&amp;nbsp;take it or keep it for himself. &amp;nbsp;The latter requires a written letter around here. We'll see what he decides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5254459834478103684?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5254459834478103684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5254459834478103684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5254459834478103684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5254459834478103684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-tooth.html' title='Lost tooth!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TOcU5LU17VI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/YnRBpIfpRWA/s72-c/DSCN1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3045993489334419872</id><published>2010-09-05T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:44:44.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me?</title><content type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;If you are friends with me on facebook, probably not. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to share a find for my natural family living friends. &amp;nbsp;You all probably already knew about it, but I just found it and am loving it. &amp;nbsp;It is &lt;a href="http://rhythmofthehome.com/"&gt;Rhythm of the Home&lt;/a&gt; online magazine. &amp;nbsp;Beautiful! &amp;nbsp;It really speaks to me. &amp;nbsp;I'm putting a link in the sidebar for my own reference if you forget and need help finding it again too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to share more pictures in the near future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3045993489334419872?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3045993489334419872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3045993489334419872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3045993489334419872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3045993489334419872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-you-miss-me.html' title='Do you miss me?'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5751268693117506696</id><published>2010-08-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:00:25.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffed Oven Pancakes for Shady Lady</title><content type='html'>Oooh, she got her own title and everything ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat your oven to 425 degF. &amp;nbsp;In a 10" skillet or pie pan, place 4 Tbsp butter. &amp;nbsp;Put it in the warming oven while you mix the pancake.&lt;br /&gt;Wisk 3 large eggs together until kinda creamy. &amp;nbsp;Just well blended--it doesn't need to take forever. &amp;nbsp;Add 1/2 C flour. &amp;nbsp;This can be wheat flour or a GF blend. &amp;nbsp;We like using 1/4C teff flour and 1/4 C tapioca starch.. &amp;nbsp;Wisk that together until smooth. &amp;nbsp;Then add 1/2 C milk and a dash of salt. &amp;nbsp;Pour it into your nice hot pan and return it to the oven for 20 minutes. &amp;nbsp;It will be huge and puffy but will collapse most of the way when you take &amp;nbsp;it out.&lt;br /&gt;Yummmyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Serve with anything that floats your boat. &amp;nbsp;Syrup, jam, fruit, cheese sauce, meats, whipped cream.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5751268693117506696?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5751268693117506696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5751268693117506696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5751268693117506696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5751268693117506696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/08/puffed-oven-pancakes-for-shady-lady.html' title='Puffed Oven Pancakes for Shady Lady'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8776094097267269346</id><published>2010-08-24T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:27:43.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing things</title><content type='html'>Yay! &amp;nbsp;Garden pictures!&lt;br /&gt;First, an overview. &amp;nbsp;I just love seeing all that green spilling everywhere. &amp;nbsp;Especially green that I planted and &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to be growing there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/gLKv" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/THQDKNiCUxI/AAAAAAAABz0/4bVKrFZgUnE/s512/DSCN0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other fast growing things :-) &amp;nbsp;Baby M is very aware of what to do with a sword. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to the diligent&amp;nbsp;tutelage&amp;nbsp;of her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/gLKv" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/THQDL_GvhwI/AAAAAAAABz8/VMHICdsFh_Y/s640/DSCN0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant pumpkin! &amp;nbsp;It is very neglected, so it isn't exactly as giant as the boys were maybe hoping for, but they are sure enjoying watching it grow. &amp;nbsp;G is especially proud since he planted it. &amp;nbsp;That kid is a good gardener. &amp;nbsp;He has some magic touch! &amp;nbsp;Nearly every seed he plants sprouts and turns into a very productive plant. &amp;nbsp;I told him he could use the greenhouse this spring to start plants to sell. &amp;nbsp;I imagine his older brother will want in on that one. &amp;nbsp;Should be a fun business for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/THQDOGQY8LI/AAAAAAAAB0I/zZm8PMCIRXE/s640/DSCN0902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too cute a picture to pass up taking. &amp;nbsp;I had put puffed oven pancakes in the oven and the kids asked me to turn on the light. &amp;nbsp;They love watching them puff and it fills the 20 minutes waiting for them to be done nicely. &amp;nbsp;And then they are so cute lined up in front of the oven it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/THQCxmbWvpI/AAAAAAAABzA/025AXA1f-4w/s640/DSCN0884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8776094097267269346?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8776094097267269346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8776094097267269346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8776094097267269346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8776094097267269346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-things.html' title='Growing things'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/THQDKNiCUxI/AAAAAAAABz0/4bVKrFZgUnE/s72-c/DSCN0898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6993660038646060794</id><published>2010-08-09T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:24:19.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsI-EEfGI/AAAAAAAABxc/ohB5QCF8z7A/s1600/DSCN0875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsI-EEfGI/AAAAAAAABxc/ohB5QCF8z7A/s320/DSCN0875.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, it isn't a project of mine, and you have to turn your head. &amp;nbsp;Sorry, I'll try to get that fixed. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, while shopping at Buffalo Exchange in Portland, dh spotted this dress. &amp;nbsp;I am in LOVE. &amp;nbsp;It is all silk and I think it is handmade. &amp;nbsp;Very well handmade, but it certainly isn't production. &amp;nbsp;The seams are straight stithced and then serged--not all in one pass. &amp;nbsp;The sheer seams are true french seams. &amp;nbsp;It is just gorgeous. &amp;nbsp;And it fits me. &amp;nbsp;Lot good that does. &amp;nbsp;Where am I gonna wear it? &amp;nbsp;It's is rather sheer, sleeveless, and impossible to nurse in. &amp;nbsp;Oh well. &amp;nbsp;I can love it anyway, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsRzIPeUI/AAAAAAAABxk/oVqkuaKvCfM/s1600/DSCN0874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsRzIPeUI/AAAAAAAABxk/oVqkuaKvCfM/s320/DSCN0874.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have my new skirt. I had been looking for a pattern I liked for my linen I had purchased on sale awhile ago. &amp;nbsp;This fit the bill. &amp;nbsp;Although I still dislike some aspects. &amp;nbsp;It has a bias waistline that ties. I do like the way the panels came together. &amp;nbsp;It was &lt;a href="http://www.simplicity.com/p-5087-misses-skirts.aspx"&gt;Simplicity 2366&lt;/a&gt; in view B. &amp;nbsp;It went together very fast, except I used my sewing knowledge, or rather &lt;i&gt;applied&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my sewing knowledge to make the hem turn out nicely. &amp;nbsp;Haha, amazing how taking a little time gives some rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsgXtJ3dI/AAAAAAAABx0/RmAfPs0zHHU/s1600/DSCN0871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsgXtJ3dI/AAAAAAAABx0/RmAfPs0zHHU/s320/DSCN0871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, we have the pajama set I just finished for G's friend. &amp;nbsp;He wants to be a farmer when he grows up, so I thought some farm themed pajamas would be perfect. &amp;nbsp;I used John Deere flannel and some green mottled flannel for the pants. &amp;nbsp;The t-shirt is purchased and I added a tractor detail. &amp;nbsp;You can see the edge of my stencil. &amp;nbsp;I use freezer paper for my stencils. So much fun and it gives really great results. &amp;nbsp;Let me find a tutorial if your'e interested.... &lt;a href="http://angrychicken.typepad.com/angry_chicken/2006/03/little_elf_shir.html"&gt;Found one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost my pictures of the garden. &amp;nbsp;I'll go take some more I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6993660038646060794?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6993660038646060794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6993660038646060794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6993660038646060794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6993660038646060794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/08/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TGBsI-EEfGI/AAAAAAAABxc/ohB5QCF8z7A/s72-c/DSCN0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3430447913859318484</id><published>2010-08-08T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:36:42.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello August</title><content type='html'>With such a weird summer, weather-wise, it does seem kinda sudden to have August here with heat and sun and sprinklers and all. &amp;nbsp;We did have clouds the last couple of days, but it's a nice break, really. &amp;nbsp;My garden is loving all the sunshine. &amp;nbsp;I really need to take some pictures! &amp;nbsp;The squash are taking over the backyard, as they are wont to do. &amp;nbsp;There is one giant pumpkin living up to its seed packet promises. &amp;nbsp;G keeps daily tabs (at least) on it's growth. &amp;nbsp;We are still awaiting the first red tomatoes, but the lateness with which we got them in, it's no wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, with all this gorgeous (hot) weather, I am getting bit by the craft bug again. &amp;nbsp;I always like to create things, but once in a while it sinks it's teeth in and won't let go. &amp;nbsp;I am desperately crafty! &amp;nbsp;The large majority of my waking thoughts pertain to making things. &amp;nbsp;Just within the last few weeks, I have made a new skirt for me, 10 AIO diapers for baby M, a dress for baby M, seamed together the blackout fabric for C's studio and started a pj set for G's friend and rest pads for my friend's daycare.&lt;br /&gt;I just bought Cal Patch's book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Design-Yourself-Clothes-Patternmaking-Simplified/dp/0307451399/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248062013&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Design it Yourself Clothes&lt;/a&gt; and am soooo excited to make myself some new clothes. &amp;nbsp;I did find a skirt pattern from Simplicity that I like okay, but it's not great. &amp;nbsp;I have been dragging my feet on designing my own patterns because it just seemed like so much work. &amp;nbsp;But this book goes through the steps without a full sloper. &amp;nbsp;The only problems I'm going to run into are budget for the amount of fabric I want and the time it&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;take to design, draft and sew the amount I want LOL &amp;nbsp;I'll just have to reign in my imagination a tad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get a few more photos taken, but here's one of the diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TF9oW3xFXXI/AAAAAAAABw8/9wZpXpJGOss/s1600/DSCN0866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TF9oW3xFXXI/AAAAAAAABw8/9wZpXpJGOss/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next week, as in tomorrow, G starts his last summer camp, then it will be on to soccer. &amp;nbsp;He is so dang excited about soccer! &amp;nbsp;After next week, M leaves to go to my parents' house for 2 weeks. &amp;nbsp;He loves that time to be spoiled by both Grandma and Grandpa. &amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Then, all the boys start school in the fall. &amp;nbsp;M will be full-day 5th grade this year. &amp;nbsp;G absolutely insisted on going to kindergarten, so he'll do that. &amp;nbsp;Then I knew with the other 2 boys in school, E would feel left out. &amp;nbsp;So he is going to 2-day preschool at the same place G went to. &amp;nbsp;My friend does such an amazing job. &amp;nbsp;And she is doing this class just for 3 year olds, so it will be super fun for E. &amp;nbsp;And all my brain can think of is that with the lighter kid-load, I might actually get some more crafting time this fall! &amp;nbsp;It's a nice thought anyway. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3430447913859318484?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3430447913859318484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3430447913859318484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3430447913859318484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3430447913859318484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-august.html' title='Hello August'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TF9oW3xFXXI/AAAAAAAABw8/9wZpXpJGOss/s72-c/DSCN0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1410860653431443746</id><published>2010-07-02T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:24:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping pictures!!</title><content type='html'>These photos are in their un-edited state. &amp;nbsp;And there's a lot. You &amp;nbsp;cand thank PapaCoyote for pushing me along on this project. &amp;nbsp;I'll add some captions later, so check back in a few days if you want to read about the pictures. &amp;nbsp;I have a van to pack up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TC4Qf9fKKpI/AAAAAAAABtw/-i68vXgORGQ/s1600/20100621-DSC_1892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TC4Qf9fKKpI/AAAAAAAABtw/-i68vXgORGQ/s320/20100621-DSC_1892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TC4QhytSpLI/AAAAAAAABt4/IIu8VvWBJlo/s1600/20100621-DSC_1908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Another will be cookies, frosting and sprinkles. &amp;nbsp;Another will be fruit cups. &amp;nbsp;And snack bars and juice boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bags are mostly packed. &amp;nbsp;But I still need to pack up the food packets. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and hit the grocery store for said food.&lt;br /&gt;And pack the rest of the stuff. &amp;nbsp;Like clothes. &amp;nbsp;At least packing to go to grandma and grandpa's house is pretty straightforward. &amp;nbsp;They really only need clothes. &amp;nbsp;Grandma spoils them with anything else they could possibly need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6396676987945375901?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6396676987945375901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6396676987945375901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6396676987945375901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6396676987945375901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/07/preparing-for-road-trip.html' title='Preparing for the road trip'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2897332148687525645</id><published>2010-06-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:40:18.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>I have had many requests for pictures of the garden. &amp;nbsp;Since I just found my camera, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;We start on the ground cover tonight. &amp;nbsp;Some young men from our church are going to come and help us with their nice young backs. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnEpI3PvI/AAAAAAAABtQ/om6t5QmxBQc/s1600/DSCN0819.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnEpI3PvI/AAAAAAAABtQ/om6t5QmxBQc/s320/DSCN0819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The beds as seen from the deck. &amp;nbsp;The one on the right in the corner will be my perennial bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnKG1D_sI/AAAAAAAABtY/1xLmN3Mg_fk/s1600/DSCN0820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnKG1D_sI/AAAAAAAABtY/1xLmN3Mg_fk/s320/DSCN0820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As seen from the yard. &amp;nbsp;Poor broken down gate. &amp;nbsp;:-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnPOtpP6I/AAAAAAAABtg/BsKNPlbAdrE/s1600/DSCN0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnPOtpP6I/AAAAAAAABtg/BsKNPlbAdrE/s320/DSCN0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A variety of yummy squashes. &amp;nbsp;Pumpkins, zucchini and I think some gourds. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I was a bad gardener and didn't label my seedlings. &amp;nbsp;Makes for a fun surprise later, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnT-6OaaI/AAAAAAAABto/Txf47on0hiM/s1600/DSCN0822.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnT-6OaaI/AAAAAAAABto/Txf47on0hiM/s320/DSCN0822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E is very happy that his parents finally wised up and provided some proper play things. &amp;nbsp;DIRT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2897332148687525645?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2897332148687525645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2897332148687525645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2897332148687525645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2897332148687525645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TCpnEpI3PvI/AAAAAAAABtQ/om6t5QmxBQc/s72-c/DSCN0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1179345818207049124</id><published>2010-06-28T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:21:36.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping at Humbug Mt State Park</title><content type='html'>I'll have to apologize for the lack of pictures. &amp;nbsp;They are currently on the desktop in Lightroom, but have not made it past that yet. &amp;nbsp;I promise to get some over here. &amp;nbsp;C got some great shots, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our camping trip Monday and came home Friday. &amp;nbsp;Originally, C suggested a full week. &amp;nbsp;I looked at him with an odd enough look he&amp;nbsp;adjusted&amp;nbsp;the time frame to 5 days. &amp;nbsp;It may have been one day too long, but over all we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campground was a 5 hour trip from home and the kids did remarkably well. &amp;nbsp;It gives me hope for the upcoming 7+ hour trip to Idaho on Saturday. (Yikes!) &amp;nbsp;Loading the car was a bit of an adventure. &amp;nbsp;Just packing enough gear and food for 6 people, 2 of whom are in diapers, takes some finesse. &amp;nbsp;In hindsight, packing extra underwear for 2 of the children may have been overkill. &lt;br /&gt;Unpacking of course is easier. &amp;nbsp;It involves Dad standing at the van and throwing stuff at laughing kids bobbing around. &amp;nbsp;The older boys pitched their own tent with a salting of fighting and insulting. &amp;nbsp;But they got it done and were pretty proud of themselves. &amp;nbsp;They also helped me pitch the big tent while C took E to the beach. &amp;nbsp;Note: &amp;nbsp;Pitching a tent near a 2 year old is ill-advised.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we set up the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;That would be super important to our family. &amp;nbsp;I spent about a week prepping menues and pre-preparing food. &amp;nbsp;The whole food thing went a lot better than I thought it would. &amp;nbsp;We had enough, it all turned out pretty well and the kids ate it. &amp;nbsp;For the most part. &amp;nbsp;Predicting what G will eat requires more prophesying skills than I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was beach day. &amp;nbsp;C had purchased a cabana-like thing for us to use which turned out to be perfect. &amp;nbsp;It provided some shade and wind&amp;nbsp;protection&amp;nbsp;and a spot to stash our gear. &amp;nbsp;It also gave the baby a safe &amp;nbsp;place to play. &amp;nbsp;Or rather, eat sand from. &amp;nbsp;Funny girl. &amp;nbsp;She screamed if I took her next to the ocean. &amp;nbsp;She screamed if I sat her in the sand. &amp;nbsp;But she happily shoved&amp;nbsp;fistfuls&amp;nbsp;of the stuff in her &amp;nbsp;mouth. &amp;nbsp;The boys of course had a blast playing in the surf, digging in the sand and running all over. &amp;nbsp;There was a stream to play in too. &amp;nbsp;That provided the most entertainment really. &amp;nbsp;It gave E a chance to stay in the water without worrying where the next big wave was coming from. &amp;nbsp;They floated driftwood, threw rocks and built dams. &amp;nbsp;Physics courses at their finest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was fishing day. Arizona beach has a kid's fishing pond that is quite nice. &amp;nbsp;The pond is fairly large and well stocked. &amp;nbsp;There is a huge amount of grass to run around in and several picnic tables to lay out snacks and fishing gear. &amp;nbsp;The boys became pretty adept casters. &amp;nbsp;G caught 2 fish and M caught 1. &amp;nbsp;That is causing some education in humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was high adventure. &amp;nbsp;That was the day we set out to climb Humbug Mt. &amp;nbsp;It is 1756' high. &amp;nbsp;The trail is only 3 miles long. &amp;nbsp;I'll pause a second while you do the math there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &amp;nbsp;So C and I decided that he would take the older 2 up and I would hang with the littles at their pace. &amp;nbsp;There was a stream about 3/4 mile up the trail and I figured we could play and snack there long enough to wait for the guys to come back and help me down the Mt. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;E, climber that he is, settled on climbing a mountain as the ultimate task for his 2 year old self. &amp;nbsp;He told me everyday, "I want climb Humbug Mountain." &amp;nbsp;All the way up to the stream he refused to be left behind. &amp;nbsp;Finally, C was able to take G and M and head up to the summit. &amp;nbsp;But E would not stop. &amp;nbsp;But he was slowing waaaaayyyy doooowwwnnnn. &amp;nbsp;3 steps and a pause. &amp;nbsp;2 steps and apause. &amp;nbsp;Evertime he paused, I would ask him if he wanted to stop, to turn back, to go back to the campground. &amp;nbsp;I finally bribed him to play in the stream with our freeze dried ice cream. &amp;nbsp;But in getting back to the stream, I lost the radio I was using to assure C we were okay. &lt;br /&gt;When E started screaming over eating a cookie, I looked in his mouth. &amp;nbsp;Turns out the injury to his tongue he sustained last week at he playground was much greater than I thought. &amp;nbsp;It was swollen, and multi-colored. &amp;nbsp;And gross. &amp;nbsp;And miserable looking. &amp;nbsp;No wonder he was having such a hard time!&lt;br /&gt;So there I am. &amp;nbsp;2 kids, no radio and no help. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately I felt compelled to take M in the wrap rather than the mei tai. &amp;nbsp;So I situated everthing in E's backpack, tied him on my back, criss-crossed M on my front, carried the back pack and headed down the mountain. &amp;nbsp;I was apparently quite a sight! &amp;nbsp;But I made it back to camp. &amp;nbsp;E slep almost the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we broke camp and made it safely and uneventfully home. &amp;nbsp;With an&amp;nbsp;ibuprofened kid.&lt;br /&gt;Dr says he has an infection (duh) and is now on antibiotics which I hope work completely.&lt;br /&gt;But I do want to point out, much to everyone surprise, that E did not sustain injury on the camping trip! &amp;nbsp;Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to get everything put away in such a way that it is not too hard to get it out next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1179345818207049124?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1179345818207049124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1179345818207049124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1179345818207049124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1179345818207049124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/camping-at-humbug-mt-state-park.html' title='Camping at Humbug Mt State Park'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-9018630323535701374</id><published>2010-06-07T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:57:29.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Images from today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As promised, here is not just another post, but a picture post! Look at me go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, the garden in progress. &amp;nbsp;I took the picture through a screen. &amp;nbsp;Sorry, but going upstairs was the only way to get a good view. &amp;nbsp;At the edge between lots of weeds and icky gravel and not so many weeds is where the fence used to be. &amp;nbsp;It was covered in honeysuckle that had not been pruned in forever. &amp;nbsp;Maybe since it was planted? &amp;nbsp;Anyway, it all came out along with the rotting fence. &amp;nbsp;You can see what the garden beds will look like. &amp;nbsp;The beds have posts that sink into the ground to stabilize them. &amp;nbsp;That means someone has to dig a bunch of post holes though. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully the teen boy who helped last week can come back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oGmF8GvI/AAAAAAAABss/yyV_VhXJPhY/s1600/DSCN0788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oGmF8GvI/AAAAAAAABss/yyV_VhXJPhY/s320/DSCN0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I managed to get E to go to sleep in the stroller last week sometime so I thought I'd try it again today. &amp;nbsp;WhooHoo!! &amp;nbsp;Double bonus. Aren't they so stinkin cute? &amp;nbsp;It was really nice to have some sun in which to do &amp;nbsp;this. &amp;nbsp;I may make this a regular daily event. Good for me, good for the kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oGmF8GvI/AAAAAAAABss/yyV_VhXJPhY/s1600/DSCN0788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oAaFW-BI/AAAAAAAABsU/VQwOE5vKtYM/s1600/DSCN0782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oAaFW-BI/AAAAAAAABsU/VQwOE5vKtYM/s320/DSCN0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I walked in the glorious sunshine, kid 2 did this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oCT1zybI/AAAAAAAABsc/8B5teEsVgxU/s1600/DSCN0783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oCT1zybI/AAAAAAAABsc/8B5teEsVgxU/s320/DSCN0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I found kid 1 doing this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oEik-_AI/AAAAAAAABsk/ewPXRxAyObE/s1600/DSCN0784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oEik-_AI/AAAAAAAABsk/ewPXRxAyObE/s320/DSCN0784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, he pretty much eats non-stop. &amp;nbsp;Not always the best food choices. &amp;nbsp;He prefers things of a sweet nature like the above pictured ice cream, but he's 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-9018630323535701374?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9018630323535701374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=9018630323535701374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9018630323535701374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9018630323535701374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/images-from-today.html' title='Images from today'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/TA1oGmF8GvI/AAAAAAAABss/yyV_VhXJPhY/s72-c/DSCN0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6777004038029177886</id><published>2010-06-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:55:09.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry about that</title><content type='html'>I stopped by to clean up the comments. &amp;nbsp;What an incredible selection of options. &amp;nbsp;I could travel, get any illegal drug I want and see pictures of &amp;nbsp;things I never thought possible. &amp;nbsp;Or thought of at all, really. &amp;nbsp;For any of you who (used to be) are subscribed to comments. &amp;nbsp;My deepest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm here.....&lt;br /&gt;My kids are still amazing. And exhausting. &amp;nbsp;It's raining and my plants are drowning. &amp;nbsp;Life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;C is getting more practice with photography. &amp;nbsp;He is amazing! &amp;nbsp;I'll try to get some pictures moved around such that I can post some here. &amp;nbsp;C had a maternity photo shoot a few weeks ago, he has another portrait shoot this week and a senior portrait shoot in July. &amp;nbsp;He is also working hard on the yard. I posted one collage picture of the house back when we first bought it, but I don't think I ever posted a good picture of just the yard. &amp;nbsp;It was crazy overrun with weeds. &amp;nbsp;Nothing had been cared for in a looong time. &amp;nbsp;So we have a bit of work to do. &amp;nbsp;Soon, (I hope) the landscapers will be able to tear up my front yard and make it look like less of an eyesore. &amp;nbsp;They will also re-seed the backyard and make a new flowerbed.&lt;br /&gt;For now, C and a boy from the ward have been working on the garden. &amp;nbsp;The house had an amazing garden area. &amp;nbsp;But the soil is not great, it doesn't really drain, and the amount of weeding we would have to do after 3 years of weeds taking over a going to seed was scary. &amp;nbsp;So raised beds it is. &amp;nbsp;Seven 8x4 beds and one perennial bed of a different size. &amp;nbsp;The ground is prepped, the sprinkler pipes are in, the lumber is cut and 2 beds are in. &amp;nbsp;3 total are built. &amp;nbsp;Next up is digging holes for the posts and building the rest of the beds. &amp;nbsp;Unfortunately, C hurt his back, so nothing more is gonna happen there until the nice young man (with the teenage back) can &amp;nbsp;come help again. &amp;nbsp;What with the rain and the construction delays, I am looking forward to a nice fall garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby M is now 13 months old. &amp;nbsp;She is trying out some steps and is so cute with those wobbly little legs. &amp;nbsp;She is also getting to be a pretty good climber. &amp;nbsp;She loves to sing--with hand motions! &amp;nbsp;And she is getting curly hair. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and she loves the potty. &amp;nbsp;Me thinks I'll be helping 2 kids potty learn in July. &amp;nbsp;I would do it sooner, but I am NOT taking 2 potty learning kids camping for a week and on a drive to Idaho. &amp;nbsp;NOTNOTNOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are getting restless with all the rain. &amp;nbsp;I send them out to play as much as I can. &amp;nbsp;But I do need to keep an eye on E or he gets into all kinds of trouble. &amp;nbsp;I don't really want to stand out in the rain. Plus there are always a million things to do inside. &amp;nbsp;I miss the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is done with his year at preschool. &amp;nbsp;I put him in preschool because he would ask every day who we could play with. &amp;nbsp;He loved preschool. Adored it. &amp;nbsp;Then when he found out preschool would end, demanded to go to kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;None of this be taught at home with mom junk. &amp;nbsp;He wanted to ride the bus, be with kids every day. &amp;nbsp;So I've signed him up for kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;He is just mad he has to wait until September to start. &amp;nbsp;So I've ordered some stuff from Rainbow Resources and am going through the old homeschool supplies so we can "school" this summer. &amp;nbsp;He is sooo different from his older brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of older brother. &amp;nbsp;This has been a rough year with M. &amp;nbsp;I suspect a lot of it is me, but we were conflicting so much during the day, that I screamed "Uncle". &amp;nbsp;Our relationship sucked big time and C and I were arguing over M learning. &amp;nbsp;So, M has been attending public school in the mornings since March. &amp;nbsp;On &amp;nbsp;the one hand it has been really rough on him. &amp;nbsp;He is not too good at the strictly age-peer environment. &amp;nbsp;Of course I could go on for some length on my views about a strictly age-peer environment. &amp;nbsp;But he has made tremendous advances in his writing, spelling and math. &amp;nbsp;What is really awesome is that I feel like he and I are getting along much better now.&lt;br /&gt;It has been really weird to deal with the school though. &amp;nbsp;Just not something I'm used to. &amp;nbsp;I am laughing though that we are legally homeschooling for the first time ever though. &amp;nbsp;Since he is enrolled only half time, I had to fill out the paperwork to declare M as homeschooled. &amp;nbsp;LOL &amp;nbsp;At the same time, I am now trying to figure out my role as essentially a non-homeschooling mom. &amp;nbsp;We will homeschool this summer. &amp;nbsp;I'm hoping that M having experienced public school, learning to write, and me having had a break, we will do pretty well. &amp;nbsp;I have always said I would never send a child to middle school. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping to be able to keep that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pictures of the kids for now, I'll just send everyone to &lt;a href="http://papacoyote.blogspot.com/2010/06/visitng-oregon-grandchildren.html"&gt;my dad's post &lt;/a&gt;about their visit to see us this last week. &amp;nbsp;Hopefully I'll be back to write more before another 5 months go by. &amp;nbsp;I'm off to help with bedtime. &amp;nbsp;That's a process around here to be sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6777004038029177886?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6777004038029177886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6777004038029177886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6777004038029177886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6777004038029177886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorry-about-that.html' title='Sorry about that'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3552561433012119843</id><published>2010-01-10T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:43:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies grow fast, Boys have tons of energy, and Be Nice is my mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My baby is 8 months old. &amp;nbsp;8 MONTHS. &amp;nbsp;This is crazy. &amp;nbsp;I lost time there somewhere. &amp;nbsp;She is pulling herself up, trying to crawl, scooting pretty effectively, and can charm the most grizzled of old men in lines at the store. She is still tiny though, so that is some consolation. &amp;nbsp;I can still cuddle her like a tiny baby. &amp;nbsp;She just started wearing 9 month clothes and many of her 6 month clothes still fit well enough. &amp;nbsp;And she coos brilliantly, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I am updating this blog from my bonus room. &amp;nbsp;I am up here to keep the kids up here so my wonderful husband could load the dishwasher, take out the garbage and do general dinner clean up. &amp;nbsp;As I sit here on the large floor pillow, clickety, clacking along, the boys are running in relentless circles around me. &amp;nbsp;They are trying to see who can lap who and how many times. &amp;nbsp;E solves this competition by just shoving people over as he comes up behind them. &amp;nbsp;His brothers don't seem to consider him part of the competition, but no matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sitting in the bonus room watching all this craziness amidst a million bits a pieces of toys makes me wonder. &amp;nbsp;Should I have them pick up the bonus room more often? &amp;nbsp;Should I purge the toys again? &amp;nbsp;I think we have too much. &amp;nbsp;I know we have much less than many families, but I hate the way it all gets piled up and forgotten as they move on to the next toy and the next. &amp;nbsp;I especially hate that there are lots of pieces to different sets that never seem to make it back together. &amp;nbsp;Games are the worst. &amp;nbsp;I don't buy games, puzzles or toys with lots of intricate "must go together to make it work" pieces. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know the value of puzzles and games and putting stuff together. I LOVE puzzles. &amp;nbsp;I have an insane addiction to them. &amp;nbsp;But I have an aversion to having a stack of things no one can play with because it doesn't have all its pieces anymore. &amp;nbsp;What people buy is plenty and seems to balance just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Because my boys are boys, I find myself repeating "Be Nice" over and over and over. &amp;nbsp;Definite mantra. &amp;nbsp;Toys fly towards heads, fists swing, bodies crash upon bodies, toys are snatched away, cruel words are spoken, tattles are wagged. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Be Nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I say it so much I wonder if maybe it's just background noise to my children now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But then I'm watching a movie with E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Nice," he says as the villian returns to screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"He's not being nice, is he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Nice," he repeats with a slightly&amp;nbsp;familiar&amp;nbsp;inflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Maybe background noise gets picked up once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3552561433012119843?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3552561433012119843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3552561433012119843' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3552561433012119843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3552561433012119843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2010/01/babies-grow-fast-boys-have-tons-of.html' title='Babies grow fast, Boys have tons of energy, and Be Nice is my mantra'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1489369674861231927</id><published>2009-12-08T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:39:53.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*evil laugh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sx6ArObJUKI/AAAAAAAABew/qIx9Wik7dVQ/s1600-h/ihave+plans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sx6ArObJUKI/AAAAAAAABew/qIx9Wik7dVQ/s320/ihave+plans.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412905282240598178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G and E snatched the camera a few days ago.  They changed the settings, fought back and forth, and even took some pictures.  Here's one the G snapped.  Totally unedited.  &lt;div&gt;I love the look E is giving.  He must have had an idea how to get the camera back and was about to act on it.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1489369674861231927?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1489369674861231927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1489369674861231927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1489369674861231927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1489369674861231927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/evil-laugh.html' title='*evil laugh*'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sx6ArObJUKI/AAAAAAAABew/qIx9Wik7dVQ/s72-c/ihave+plans.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2040483795805475966</id><published>2009-12-02T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:21:12.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for seasons</title><content type='html'>Many who know me well, know that I'm not a particularly patient person.  I realize that God is trying very hard to teach it to me.  I'm not a quick study.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of the things I have a hard time with is waiting for the next season.  Not Winter/Spring/Summer/Fall, but the next season of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit spoiled by having a nearly 6 year break between my first 2 children.  Maybe that was the blessing that came out of that incredibly tough time?  But then G was such an easy child.  I enjoyed sewing and knitting and many of my other persuits all the way through.  Sure I had a few months at a time where it was hard to do different things, but I managed. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as E was the least bit mobile--as in directing his chubby fingers were he wanted them to go--I lost much of my ability to persue my hobbies.  I couldn't knit, read,  sew, or even do much cooking.  Granted, much of the cooking got done because I could wrap him and he couldn't reach it.  But it is hard to have the fine muscle mobility to knit or sew with a baby squirming (hard!) on my back.  One lunge and that piece of fabric/knitting needle goes flying!  Yeah, that's talking from experience.  Trust me.  I tried.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have the 2 littles, it's even harder.  Baby M would be pretty easy as far as crafting near her/wearing her.  But E requires Constant Vigilance.  Moreso when his sister is within reach.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to finish up advent calendars for each of the kids.  I loved mine and feel so bad that they haven't had that experience.  I get so frustrated only being able to work on then in such short snippits of time.  This morning I was sewing (really sewing!) on a Christmas gift.  I just wanted to finish one chunk of it.  I pushed through a little too long.  There were tears and frustrations all around.  I feel so bad.  I don't want my children to think of me as grumpy and mean, nor to equate mom's craft time with negative emotions.  I get so, so much out of creating.  It is theraputic and gives me that break that I think makes me a better mom/wife/person.  But is it really working if I'm screaming at my kids while doing it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to tell myself that in just a short while I'll be able to craft again.  E will take less one-on-one supervision.  Baby M will not be a baby and will be a tough-as-nails little girl capable of taking out all 3 brothers if need be.&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2040483795805475966?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2040483795805475966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2040483795805475966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2040483795805475966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2040483795805475966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-seasons.html' title='Waiting for seasons'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4333073913803638247</id><published>2009-11-25T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:53:21.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replies</title><content type='html'>I've had 2 encouraging replies to my letters.  The first one mentions the hearing being canceled, but it was rescheduled (it seems) as a way to halt the flow of letters and throw us off the trail.  Didn't work.  Over 100 midwifery supporters  showed up.  It made an impression for sure!&lt;br /&gt;I promise I have hundreds of posts in my head.  I'll do one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dear &lt;span class="906365318-13112009"&gt; Ms. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you for writing Representative Maurer on the issue of a  woman’s right to choose where and with whom she gives birth. Of course he  recognizes that it is a family decision as well, as he has heard from a number  of fathers who have written e-mails who have written letters in support of their  partners birthing circumstances. For all of you- both the professionals and the  clients (note the absence of the word “patient” as Rep. Maurer believes  &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259182228_1"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt; is a natural state as opposed to a condition which routinely requires  some sort on medical intervention) please understand he is committed to keeping  Oregon a leader in the nation regarding mid-wife options for those who wish to  use their services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I apologize that I am unable to answer each of you individually  who wrote this week but rest assured I have read all of your e-mails and have  keep Rep. Maurer fully aware of how seriously you take this issue. I have just  received a revised agenda for the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259182228_2"&gt;House of Representatives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259182228_3"&gt;Interim Health Care&lt;/span&gt;  Committee on November 17, 2009 and it looks like you have been replaced by H1N1  as the last topic of the day. Between sessions committees meet about every eight  weeks and these meetings are informational in nature. I stress this because I  want you to know that I do not think that there will be any current change in  policy at this time. Based on the fact our next session in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259182228_4"&gt;February 2010&lt;/span&gt; is only  4 weeks in length and each member is allowed only one bill I do not believe  there will be any changes to the current law during the upcoming  session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would be remiss if I were not to caution to remain vigilant and  informed about what your legislators think about this subject. Be sure they  understand your reasoning in a polite and articulate manner and your opinions  will be taken seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Best regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allison Mac Mullin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259182228_5"&gt;Chief of Staff&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you so much for your email about &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_0"&gt;midwifery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_1"&gt;home birth&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I  have received over 130 emails in the past &lt;span class="921515000-25112009"&gt;10  days&lt;/span&gt; from moms, dad, midwives, and students of midwifery telling  about their experiences with home birth. As someone who has experience with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_2"&gt;home  birth&lt;/span&gt; within my own family, this issue hits close to home for me, too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;During the hearing, I understood the concerns regarding home birth that  were raised by the Home Birth Safety Committee, but I also heard you loud and  clear: it should be up to parents how they choose to bring their children into  the world. I promise to balance my consideration of safety with the rights of  parents if this conversation continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your advocacy is important and I appreciate it. I hope that you will be  in touch with your legislators about this issue and others going forward.&lt;span class="921515000-25112009"&gt; In the meantime, happy Thanksgiving to you and  yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="109132400-20112009"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_3"&gt;Ben Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_4"&gt;State Representative&lt;/span&gt; - House  District 46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;900 Court Street NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_5"&gt;Salem, OR 97301&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_6"&gt;(503) 236-3351&lt;/span&gt;  (Portland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1259180082_7"&gt;(503) 986-1446&lt;/span&gt; (Capitol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="blocked::mailto:rep.bencannon@state.or.us"&gt;&lt;span title="blocked::mailto:rep.bencannon@state.or.us" lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;u title="blocked::mailto:rep.bencannon@state.or.us"&gt;&lt;span title="blocked::mailto:rep.bencannon@state.or.us"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;rep.bencannon@state.or.us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-us"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="blocked::http://www.repbencannon.com/"&gt;www.repbencannon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4333073913803638247?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4333073913803638247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4333073913803638247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4333073913803638247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4333073913803638247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/replies.html' title='Replies'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6279769784811511747</id><published>2009-11-11T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:03:27.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My letter to the Oregon House Health Care Committee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1257962154_11"&gt;Tuesday, November 17th&lt;/span&gt; the Oregon House Health Committee will hold a hearing on direct entry midwives (DEMs) at about 4pm in Salem.  I am going to try to figure out how to be there!  There is movement afoot to make it very difficult to have a midwife-attended homebirth in Oregon.  NOT OK!&lt;br /&gt;I am e-mailing this letter to the committee members.  I'll make some phone calls too.  Please do the same if you can.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a midwifery client.  I chose to have a homebirth for the birth of my daughter in April.  I had a hospital birth with my son 11 years ago and witnessed the births of my 2 adopted children in hospitals. &lt;br /&gt;I did not make the decision to homebirth lightly.  There seems to be some misconception about those who choose homebirth or birth center births.  I am a 33 year old homemaker with a BS in Child Development.  My husband of 13 years has a MS in Mechanical Engineering.  I read extensively about birth, researched birth choices and gave the matter a lot of thought.&lt;br /&gt;In my research, I learned that for uncomplicated birth, home is safer.  Even in more "complicated" birth situations, such as breech presentation, twin birth or VBAC, for me, I felt safer with midwife who trusted my body's ability to give birth.  I have found that many people look only at data showing whether or not mom and baby lived through the birth experience.  The fact is, there is so much more to it than that.  What about morbidity?  Including, but not limited to, sever and disabling consequences from C-section mistakes, infection, reactions to medications, birth experiences that are so traumatic they leave the mother depressed or dealing with PTSD?&lt;br /&gt;The reason I chose a homebirth was so I could maintain choice and control over my birth.  In a hospital setting, women give up all autonomy over birth.  Fear is used evey steop of the way to coerce families into going along with what the doctors and nurses want.  What they want usually translates into "more convenient" or "more likely to hold up in court".  Insurance companies and fear of litigation run the show.  Research and evidence are ignored outright.&lt;br /&gt;My midwife was very open with me about what the research said.  I signed countless forms stating I understood the risks and benefits of each choice I made.  I know that I was fully participating in the decisions made about MY baby and MY birth.&lt;br /&gt;There was no carelessness or disregard for my safety.  My midwife spent a full hour at every appointment. She looked for any signs me or my baby might have any sort of complications.  She had a contingency plan for everything.  If I had developed a complication and wanted or needed the care of a physician, she would have happily helped me obtain care from one.&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy and birth are not medical emergencies.  By treating them as such, we are actually creating many of the problems we are trying to avoid.  Too many babies are born premature because of doctors' hastiness to induce or surgically extract babies.  Usually this is based on tests of questionable reliability.  Trust in medicine is being eroded.  For me personally, if my midwife has to "risk out" for everything under the sun--especially breech, twins and VBAC's--I will NOT choose to birth in a hospital with a doctor instead.  I will birth with an unlicensed midwife or birth without any assistance at all.  Based on conversations with other women, I know I am certainly not alone in this sentiment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6279769784811511747?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6279769784811511747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6279769784811511747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6279769784811511747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6279769784811511747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-letter-to-oregon-house-health-care.html' title='My letter to the Oregon House Health Care Committee'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-12010771097392450</id><published>2009-10-24T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:29:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time creativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awwwww&lt;br /&gt;Watching her crazy brother.  See how bewildering he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4Ff_H18I/AAAAAAAABcw/sJkyJi5-I8g/s1600-h/DSCN0586.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4Ff_H18I/AAAAAAAABcw/sJkyJi5-I8g/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396288814400919490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have all been sick.  Even poor baby M.  So far it has been mild.  Fever, coughs, runny noses, general aches and cranky's.  When G got up this morning (after a very uncharacteristic trip to mom and dad's bed) he was shivering.  Sure enough, he was burning up.  I wrapped him up in sweats, socks and a blanket and let him have reign of a section of couch.  This afternoon when he complained again of his hands hurting, I thought to take a look.  They were red and swollen so we called the dr and they said to bring him in.  Because of his history of Kawasakis, there is a danger to his heart.  His body tends to swell, in the veins and arteries.  As in aorta.  Scary.  So he has an Rx for tamiflu, which we have decided to fill given the risk his heart&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to keep E occupied while I cough up my lungs, I put him in the tub.  He thought the baby bath looked like a fun boat.  So in it went. Then in went E. There was a bit of a learning curve to avoid capsizing it, but he figured it out. Then it was in and out. In and out. In and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4FBZM68I/AAAAAAAABco/UoIl9kstd_Q/s1600-h/DSCN0584.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4FBZM68I/AAAAAAAABco/UoIl9kstd_Q/s320/DSCN0584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396288806188805058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4EnsGDlI/AAAAAAAABcg/T2vbO0ZvNrk/s1600-h/DSCN0583.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4EnsGDlI/AAAAAAAABcg/T2vbO0ZvNrk/s320/DSCN0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396288799288725074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to go cuddle my G and sit and nurse Baby M, which is apparently the only acceptable activity right now in her mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-12010771097392450?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/12010771097392450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=12010771097392450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/12010771097392450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/12010771097392450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/awwwww-watching-her-crazy-brother.html' title='Bath time creativity'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SuN4Ff_H18I/AAAAAAAABcw/sJkyJi5-I8g/s72-c/DSCN0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4765173666395247362</id><published>2009-10-18T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:01:51.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c'/><title type='text'>Trip to Rockaway</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, my mom asked if we would be interested in taking their week at the beach. She had bazaars and Dad had meetings so they couldn't go this September. I jumped on it! So, ight near the end of the month, we packed up and headed to Rockaway Beach, Oregon for a week of family vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love about Rockaway, well 2 things really, is how peaceful it is. Quite a few towns on the coast are so touristy and busy. Rockaway really isn't. The other thing is how much beach there is. Not a rock for miles. At low tide it feels like you are in an entire county of smooth sandy beach.&lt;br /&gt;The unit we stay in has a bed, kitchen, dining in one studio-type room, plus a bedroom with two queens. It was far from E proof--but nothing really is. So that kept us hopping. It also made sue we got out and about everyday! Lots of walks on the beach and trips to the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;I never did get a picture of the kids in the pool. They were so cute. Baby M decided the pool was just grand. She splashed her little heart out. :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few of the pictures from the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C helping E fly a kite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEPiYMxnI/AAAAAAAABbo/s_wYF2cCgpQ/s1600-h/20090925-DSCN0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980012423333490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEPiYMxnI/AAAAAAAABbo/s_wYF2cCgpQ/s320/20090925-DSCN0559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M on the same day. For some reason, when everyone else was in shorts, M was bundled. *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEPEACnKI/AAAAAAAABbg/psYXm4gSxHo/s1600-h/20090925-DSCN0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393980004268940450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEPEACnKI/AAAAAAAABbg/psYXm4gSxHo/s320/20090925-DSCN0556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a morning trip to Oswald State Park. C took the older 2 over to see some tide pools. They naturally walked in the surf on the way back. Something happened (dunno what still) and G totally went down. Face first. Into a wave. That frosted look to his hair is all sand. His mouth is fine btw, he just needed, like, 5 crackers at once to feel revitalized. He was completely fine. We were just glad it was G and not M that ate it. Or the rest of the day would have been miserable. G is such an adventurer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEOh_dyyI/AAAAAAAABbY/BhuexxWdmqU/s1600-h/20090922-DSC_6848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393979995139722018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEOh_dyyI/AAAAAAAABbY/BhuexxWdmqU/s320/20090922-DSC_6848.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening walks were more apt to get chilly. Especially for wet little toes. Here's my little E and me, finishing up a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEOd6lSgI/AAAAAAAABbQ/GrQi_dAEer0/s1600-h/20090921-DSC_6830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393979994045499906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEOd6lSgI/AAAAAAAABbQ/GrQi_dAEer0/s320/20090921-DSC_6830.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G displying his kelp find. He was too chicken to touch it for awhile, but warmed to the idea eventually. Not long after that, we found a dead squid that had washed up. It hadn't been dead for long, but we don't have a clue as to cause of death. I didn't have my camera and C is a bit squeamish about that kind of thing. So we don't have pictures, but I wish we did. It was huge! And in perfect shape. M had a great time poking at it as we did a semi-science lesson. I would guess the body was a little over 2 feet and the tentacles a bit longer still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEL2E_U9I/AAAAAAAABbI/TPXB-RjJ6x0/s1600-h/20090920-DSC_6807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393979948991992786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEL2E_U9I/AAAAAAAABbI/TPXB-RjJ6x0/s320/20090920-DSC_6807.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back from town. The boys are racing. You can see just how vast the beach is here. Baby M took all her walks in the wrap, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttD_sACdGI/AAAAAAAABbA/MULVt0kN2uQ/s1600-h/20090920-DSC_6790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393979740128441442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttD_sACdGI/AAAAAAAABbA/MULVt0kN2uQ/s320/20090920-DSC_6790.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4765173666395247362?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4765173666395247362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4765173666395247362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4765173666395247362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4765173666395247362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/several-months-ago-my-mom-asked-if-we.html' title='Trip to Rockaway'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SttEPiYMxnI/AAAAAAAABbo/s_wYF2cCgpQ/s72-c/20090925-DSCN0559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-547409886198784583</id><published>2009-10-17T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:19:20.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An accurate family picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqJJHh3FfI/AAAAAAAABZw/iCgvK9T2QmQ/s1600-h/20090912-IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqJJHh3FfI/AAAAAAAABZw/iCgvK9T2QmQ/s320/20090912-IMG_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393774293462488562" 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/23761247-547409886198784583?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/547409886198784583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=547409886198784583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/547409886198784583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/547409886198784583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/accurate-family-picture.html' title='An accurate family picture'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqJJHh3FfI/AAAAAAAABZw/iCgvK9T2QmQ/s72-c/20090912-IMG_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1822396857138081207</id><published>2009-10-17T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:04:40.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Pictures of the kids hope this works ok - S is trying to use Lightroom&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqFf8MF7_I/AAAAAAAABZk/dvaGHlOfaY8/20091016-DSCN0566.jpg" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqFgYSS-uI/AAAAAAAABZo/jQSBWgAZiZE/20091017-DSCN0577.jpg" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqFgzGHMzI/AAAAAAAABZs/SPlVEMis2CQ/20091017-DSCN0580.jpg" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1822396857138081207?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1822396857138081207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1822396857138081207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1822396857138081207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1822396857138081207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/pics-of-kids.html' title='Pics of the kids'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/StqFf8MF7_I/AAAAAAAABZk/dvaGHlOfaY8/s72-c/20091016-DSCN0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4285902722853190847</id><published>2009-10-08T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:49:42.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorts</title><content type='html'>Me:  G, it's too cold today for short sleeves and shorts.  How about one of your new pairs of pants?&lt;br /&gt;G:  No way!  I love shorts.  I'm always gonna wear shorts.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well, its getting colder.  When you play outside, your legs will get cold.&lt;br /&gt;G:  I saw somebody else wearing shorts.  I can too.&lt;br /&gt;(discussion about the wonders of having our own brain to think with and the importance of not doing things just because someone else does it)&lt;br /&gt;G: wanders off singing a love song to his shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;G:  Is it almost time to leave for school?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  About 5 more minutes.&lt;br /&gt;G:  Is that enough time to change my shorts?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;G:  Good, cuz I hate wearing shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Chuckle sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4285902722853190847?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4285902722853190847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4285902722853190847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4285902722853190847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4285902722853190847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/10/shorts.html' title='Shorts'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5857268029579142399</id><published>2009-09-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:41:20.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>The E is 2 today!&lt;br /&gt;As is our family tradition, we sang "Happy Birthday" to him this morning.  Near the end of the song, G waves his hands saying, "Stop!  Stop!  You can't sing that.  Not yet!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Sweetie, it's his birthday, we can sing to him today."&lt;br /&gt;"No, not yet.  There's no presents!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," I  explained, "it's his birthday all day.  You can even have a birthday without presents."&lt;br /&gt;Stunned and offended look.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because a birthday is the celebration of the day you were born.  It's a day, and sometimes we have a party that day."&lt;br /&gt;"With presents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know your priorities in this life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5857268029579142399?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5857268029579142399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5857268029579142399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5857268029579142399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5857268029579142399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8927118651573352919</id><published>2009-09-04T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:56:41.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are more uploads&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqE4tFGUtsI/AAAAAAAABZg/yTc4pB4Vd_w/20090813-DSC_5477.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8927118651573352919?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8927118651573352919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8927118651573352919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8927118651573352919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8927118651573352919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures_2562.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqE4tFGUtsI/AAAAAAAABZg/yTc4pB4Vd_w/s72-c/20090813-DSC_5477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3433900077021519282</id><published>2009-09-04T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:31:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are more uploads&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyy7WvJ3I/AAAAAAAABZc/HATh8ZQxLzE/20090822-DSC_5906.jpg" width="266" height="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3433900077021519282?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3433900077021519282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3433900077021519282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3433900077021519282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3433900077021519282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures_6116.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyy7WvJ3I/AAAAAAAABZc/HATh8ZQxLzE/s72-c/20090822-DSC_5906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6848591706982867009</id><published>2009-09-04T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:30:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are more uploads&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEymGEJD-I/AAAAAAAABZY/he_5Fwhz3AQ/20090828-DSC_6025.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6848591706982867009?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6848591706982867009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6848591706982867009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6848591706982867009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6848591706982867009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures_6085.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEymGEJD-I/AAAAAAAABZY/he_5Fwhz3AQ/s72-c/20090828-DSC_6025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3295419056294332638</id><published>2009-09-04T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:29:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are more uploads&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyKgThVSI/AAAAAAAABZQ/-45Z6K2avL4/20090828-DSC_6002.jpg" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3295419056294332638?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3295419056294332638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3295419056294332638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3295419056294332638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3295419056294332638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures_04.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyKgThVSI/AAAAAAAABZQ/-45Z6K2avL4/s72-c/20090828-DSC_6002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1997236991396675124</id><published>2009-09-04T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:28:49.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are more uploads&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyKgThVSI/AAAAAAAABZM/p83iQl413_0/20090828-DSC_6002.jpg" width="750" height="499" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1997236991396675124?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1997236991396675124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1997236991396675124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1997236991396675124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1997236991396675124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SqEyKgThVSI/AAAAAAAABZM/p83iQl413_0/s72-c/20090828-DSC_6002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3753160899636129819</id><published>2009-09-04T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:09:56.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are the first uploads from it.  These were taken of baby on Sunday evening&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qXMlqU9I/AAAAAAAABZE/GoFlpjQF7r8/20090830-DSC_6060.jpg" width="499" height="750" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3753160899636129819?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3753160899636129819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3753160899636129819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3753160899636129819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3753160899636129819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-of-baby_5569.html' title='More Pictures of Baby'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qXMlqU9I/AAAAAAAABZE/GoFlpjQF7r8/s72-c/20090830-DSC_6060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-653412261614209122</id><published>2009-09-04T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:07:42.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are the first uploads from it.  These were taken of baby on Sunday evening&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qGX2d2rI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZrvT-7Xr2cY/20090830-DSC_6041.jpg" width="500" height="332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qPFV3a2I/AAAAAAAABYk/NXpjH3gKBDw/20090830-DSC_6052.jpg" width="500" height="332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-653412261614209122?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/653412261614209122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=653412261614209122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/653412261614209122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/653412261614209122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-of-baby_6552.html' title='More Pictures of Baby'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qGX2d2rI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZrvT-7Xr2cY/s72-c/20090830-DSC_6041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4540419334066736682</id><published>2009-09-04T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:05:28.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures of Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;C got a plugin for Lightroom (his photo editing &amp;amp; organizing package) and these are the first uploads from it.  These were taken of baby on Sunday evening&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qKxxR8eI/AAAAAAAABYU/EgTxekjb23k/20090830-DSC_6051.jpg" width="300" height="199" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4540419334066736682?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4540419334066736682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4540419334066736682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4540419334066736682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4540419334066736682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-pictures-of-baby_04.html' title='More Pictures of Baby'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sp3qKxxR8eI/AAAAAAAABYU/EgTxekjb23k/s72-c/20090830-DSC_6051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8208490991097749149</id><published>2009-08-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:35:10.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWiJoYa6I/AAAAAAAABXY/bPIm5QYzBl0/s1600-h/DSC_4804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWiJoYa6I/AAAAAAAABXY/bPIm5QYzBl0/s320/DSC_4804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374015400060677026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWhrAhyxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/RsxEbkAiZqw/s1600-h/DSC_4803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWhrAhyxI/AAAAAAAABXQ/RsxEbkAiZqw/s320/DSC_4803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374015391840455442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWhRpqIgI/AAAAAAAABXI/SbyP64zC_tg/s1600-h/DSC_4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWhRpqIgI/AAAAAAAABXI/SbyP64zC_tg/s320/DSC_4801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374015385033646594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWg3NnFeI/AAAAAAAABXA/is2UMO8u9Ww/s1600-h/DSC_5744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWg3NnFeI/AAAAAAAABXA/is2UMO8u9Ww/s320/DSC_5744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374015377936684514" 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/23761247-8208490991097749149?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8208490991097749149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8208490991097749149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8208490991097749149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8208490991097749149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-girl.html' title='baby girl'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SpRWiJoYa6I/AAAAAAAABXY/bPIm5QYzBl0/s72-c/DSC_4804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1959223411619824321</id><published>2009-08-17T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:21:54.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick, what do the first 2 pictures have in common?  YES!  They are yet 2 more examples of G taking pictures that include his feet.  I think this has been discussed here before.  I am far too lazy to go and find those posts.  Search for "feet" or something if you must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodAcp-7DI/AAAAAAAABV4/786ZY8gMfBI/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodAcp-7DI/AAAAAAAABV4/786ZY8gMfBI/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodAhqqS8I/AAAAAAAABWA/Hkt-sZQX7Mg/s1600-h/DSCN0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodAhqqS8I/AAAAAAAABWA/Hkt-sZQX7Mg/s320/DSCN0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put in an order to Discount School Supply.  I really love their stuff.  My kids had fun playing with the new art supplies.&lt;br /&gt;First up is M's Wikki Stix creation.  If you have never played with Wikki Stix, then you have indeed had a sorry, empty existence.  Not to pass judgement or  anything, I'm just sayin'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodBZooYMI/AAAAAAAABWI/GTfZRmxwpI0/s1600-h/DSCN0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodBZooYMI/AAAAAAAABWI/GTfZRmxwpI0/s320/DSCN0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered some cool paint bottles.  They have brushes instead of rollers or sponges like I've seen on other paint bottles.  This allowed E to paint to his heart's content without having to try and figure out why there wasn't anymore paint on his brush.  He really just wants the big paint bottles so he can squirt paint when we paint, so this seemed like a good compromise.  He is happy with it.  See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodByOoPYI/AAAAAAAABWQ/UunDGgeC_b0/s1600-h/DSCN0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodByOoPYI/AAAAAAAABWQ/UunDGgeC_b0/s320/DSCN0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Brother couldn't just stand by and watch!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Soodc4f1yeI/AAAAAAAABWY/EdNfRjORbu0/s1600-h/DSCN0508.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Soodc4f1yeI/AAAAAAAABWY/EdNfRjORbu0/s320/DSCN0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371137887632214498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a cute Baby M picture for your viewing pleasure.  Can you believe she's 3.5 months already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sood56rMEDI/AAAAAAAABWg/cfUzCtVod8Q/s1600-h/DSCN0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sood56rMEDI/AAAAAAAABWg/cfUzCtVod8Q/s320/DSCN0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371138386432888882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1959223411619824321?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1959223411619824321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1959223411619824321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1959223411619824321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1959223411619824321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-what-do-first-2-pictures-have-in.html' title=''/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SoodAcp-7DI/AAAAAAAABV4/786ZY8gMfBI/s72-c/DSCN0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-598636155378428319</id><published>2009-08-06T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:27:46.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrases I never thought would be part of my daily repetoir</title><content type='html'>starting with my personal favorite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please don't lick your sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the vacuum needs to stay on the floor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sure your butt stinks too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's only pee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have enough pictures of your feet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've had enough bananas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You need to eat something besides bananas and noodles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butter is not a food group&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back and wash with the soap AND water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not ice cream, it's mommy medicine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Seriously.  Daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-598636155378428319?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/598636155378428319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=598636155378428319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/598636155378428319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/598636155378428319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/phrases-i-never-thought-would-be-part.html' title='Phrases I never thought would be part of my daily repetoir'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-780602490863830977</id><published>2009-08-03T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:46:02.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBfP5ayHI/AAAAAAAABVY/88KPG7GCJS8/s1600-h/DSCN0466.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBfP5ayHI/AAAAAAAABVY/88KPG7GCJS8/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759117390170226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger reversed the order of all my pictures and it's too hard to fix 1 handed with a touchpad!  Yes, I do all my typing 1 handed.  It even has it's own short-hand.  NAK--nursing at keyboard.  Well, this is me nab--nursing at blueberries.  Man, I love wraps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBe-GM2fI/AAAAAAAABVQ/RqU-vhviRRE/s1600-h/DSCN0463.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBe-GM2fI/AAAAAAAABVQ/RqU-vhviRRE/s320/DSCN0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759112611944946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E is no dummy.  Here he is berry picking.  :)  Actually he picked from the bushes too.  It was so cute.  At first, he would wait for me to hand him berries.  I guess he didn't get that they were coming off the bushes.  So I showed him how to pick from the bush.  He smiled.  Then I pointed out the huge row we were standing in told him he could pick from any of the bushes here.  He grinned and giggled and took off like a mad berry picker.  I totally made his day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBeUW3B_I/AAAAAAAABVI/aFo9AKL_9kg/s1600-h/DSCN0462.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBeUW3B_I/AAAAAAAABVI/aFo9AKL_9kg/s320/DSCN0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759101407528946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents took big M for nearly 2 weeks.  Go to &lt;a href="http://papacoyote.blogspot.com"&gt;PapaCoyote'&lt;/a&gt;s blog for details.  When they came back, M went to scout camp and we went berry picking.  Here's Papa with his harvest. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBd460czI/AAAAAAAABVA/0rEzzjFs1Pw/s1600-h/DSCN0459.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBd460czI/AAAAAAAABVA/0rEzzjFs1Pw/s320/DSCN0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759094042161970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so true that the more kids you have, the fewer pictures you have.  Usually my hands are so full taking care of the baby and toddler and keeping the toddler off the baby, I can't possibly manage a camera.  Baby M is growing up so fast.  She has a beautiful smile.  Hger little chatty voice melts my heart completely, and she is so good-natured.  She even sleeps really well.  Phew, I needed this!&lt;br /&gt;She's growing the yummiest chubs, but still wears 0-3 month clothes.  Which is new for me.  The boys all grew much, much faster!  I have admit that I'm having a lot of fun with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBdotD19I/AAAAAAAABU4/CCSuDgCpJfE/s1600-h/DSCN0457.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBdotD19I/AAAAAAAABU4/CCSuDgCpJfE/s320/DSCN0457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365759089689483218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first day we went out with my parents, Dad let G drive the van from his lap around part of the empty Costco parking lot.  That was a hoot!  So G decided take a dry run on our street.  No worries--van was parked safely the whole time.  E had to help, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-780602490863830977?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/780602490863830977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=780602490863830977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/780602490863830977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/780602490863830977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-reversed-order-of-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SncBfP5ayHI/AAAAAAAABVY/88KPG7GCJS8/s72-c/DSCN0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4060395902146430414</id><published>2009-08-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:20:37.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to the universe and then I'll post a bunch of pictures.  Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!  Quit it with the Wednesdays already!!!!!  Can we schedule things on another day?  Pretty please?  Scouts, park days, church playgroup, husbands home teaching usually falls on Wed.  It USED to be our library day.  Oh, and Boersma's knitting basket has a fuun knitting get together on Tuesday nights.  When you're a mom, that's basically the same as Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4060395902146430414?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4060395902146430414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4060395902146430414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4060395902146430414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4060395902146430414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesdays.html' title='wednesdays'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3376406368347230010</id><published>2009-06-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:05:06.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My comedian</title><content type='html'>I do remember that I have a blog--honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a walk yesterday to pick up M from scouts.  On the way, G found a stick that was the perfect shape for a magic wand.  He waked down the sidewalk turning things into flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank goodness it was flowers and not transformers. How does he even know what these things are without having seen the movies??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he looked up at a house and pointed his wand.  Swish.  "I turned that house into a flower!"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "What about the people who live there? Can they live in the flower?"&lt;br /&gt;G-  "Yes! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(duh)&lt;/span&gt; It's a big flower."&lt;br /&gt;Me- "what about their beds?  Where will they sleep?"  Sleep is often a special concern of mine.&lt;br /&gt;G-  "They're flower beds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3376406368347230010?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3376406368347230010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3376406368347230010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3376406368347230010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3376406368347230010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-comedian.html' title='My comedian'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-9016009026257587253</id><published>2009-06-03T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:14:27.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 kids is quite the thrill ride</title><content type='html'>3 weeks ago, I let G go play outside, but told him he had to stay on this side of the street. If he wanted to cross to his friend's house, he had to ask me. Well, I look up and he's gone. I called his friend's mom, and yup, he was inside playing. He told her I said it was okay. I had him come home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, another neighbor was over (we seriously have an Ozzie and Harriet neighborhood!), but I told him he HAD to stay in the backyard or come inside. I sit down to nurse the baby and look out the window. He was across the street at the girl's house! I stuck my head out the door and told him to go back to the yard. He screamed at me so I told him to get inside. He took off running. I started following him, baby still latched on. He ran faster and crossed the main street in our neighborhood. This is at 3:30 pm! The busiest time with kids coming home from school and whatnot. The neighbor asked if I needed help and I shoved Baby M into her arms and took off running. I chased him for 3 blocks but couldn't catch him. Fortunately, MIL was loading things into her car. I ran back and yelled at her to start the car, we had to catch G. It took her a second, but we chased him down. He ran 6 blocks and was running along the highway. When I jumped out of the car to catch him, I caught him by the hood of his jacket (thank goodness for that hoodie!) just as he darted into the highway!!&lt;br /&gt;I have never run so hard in my life or been so stinking scared. Terrified would be a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today (what is it with Wednesday??)  had come home from the library, and I had my thinking cap on.  Knowing that E is a runner, I closed the garage door &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I got him out of his carseat.  I knew that the back gates were closed, so I smugly went inside to nurse the baby and get lunch ready.  I heard E call "stuck".  Figuring he had gotten stuck either in the weeds out the back door or in the toys in the garage, I sent G to help him.  Biscuits in the oven and meat in the pan.  I'm good!  G comes in to tell me he can't find E.  Look again, I tell him.  He does.  Still can't find him.  I tell him to look in the toy bin.  He's not there.  Dang.  I go put on my shoes and head out to look for him.  I start calling him and can hear his voice coming from outside.  Must be stuck between the garbage cans.  I keep calling to  keep him talking.  I start getting worried when I can't find him anywhere, despite being able to faintly hear him.  Then I look up.&lt;br /&gt;The words that came out of my mouth can't be printed in a family-friendly blog.&lt;br /&gt;He had climbed up our 2 ladders leaning against the side of the house.  2 10 foot ladders.  Yes, 10 frikkin feet!  He was at the top!!!  I hand baby to G and scream for M.  He comes running out and I tell him to go get someone.  Who, he asks.  I don't care!  Anyone!&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could get up there, but wasn't sure how stable the ladder was or how  I would bring him back down.  The kid weighs at least 35 pounds after all.&lt;br /&gt;M came back with the next door neighbors and the neighbor across the street came to help too.   Neighbor J climbed up and handed him to neighbor C while I steadied the ladder.  We got him down safely, and put the ladders down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does he do this evening?  Yeah, he finds a ladder in neighbor J's garage.  Climbs all 10 feet of it to the storage shelf.  Thank goodness he knows not to climb down eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are freaking me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-9016009026257587253?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/9016009026257587253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=9016009026257587253' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9016009026257587253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/9016009026257587253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-kids-is-quite-thrill-ride.html' title='4 kids is quite the thrill ride'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2971461886326346156</id><published>2009-06-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:12:01.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Of course, we start with cute baby picture.  :)  This is what I wake up to in the morning.  Life is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHhuoC8lI/AAAAAAAABTE/CKhdHlqD7ss/s1600-h/DSCN0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHhuoC8lI/AAAAAAAABTE/CKhdHlqD7ss/s320/DSCN0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before J's graduation, we had fun at our house.  We started with presents!  We got her a vacuum.  Hopefully it works better than what she has.  She's been asking for one for awhile now.  Her parents bought her a Kitchen Aid mixer.  It seemed at the last shopping trip that it was do or die on that one.  J handed her mom a rebate at Macy's for a free attatchment when you bought a mixer.  "Here mom, you can use this when you buy my mixer." Silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHh_U1fJI/AAAAAAAABTM/9M8gZopAjDE/s1600-h/DSCN0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHh_U1fJI/AAAAAAAABTM/9M8gZopAjDE/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there was much picture taking.  And picture taking of the picture taking.  I only got into this family cuz I passed the weird-ness  test.  LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHiAMiy-I/AAAAAAAABTU/3C36wzCchIs/s1600-h/DSCN0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHiAMiy-I/AAAAAAAABTU/3C36wzCchIs/s320/DSCN0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the kids played in the wrapping paper.  Must remember this next holiday.  Don't worry about gifts--wrapped boxes are sufficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHiWjda5I/AAAAAAAABTc/yY0PYjkHqwU/s1600-h/DSCN0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHiWjda5I/AAAAAAAABTc/yY0PYjkHqwU/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father and Daughter.  Awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJLIz3qI/AAAAAAAABTk/SM-6hrnSsaY/s1600-h/DSCN0407.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJLIz3qI/AAAAAAAABTk/SM-6hrnSsaY/s320/DSCN0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405111181467298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we fired up the fire pit.  We roasted hot dogs, roasted marshmallows, and made banana boats.  And smelled like campfire.  Yay!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJdzwy0I/AAAAAAAABTs/uZelqqJKfFo/s1600-h/DSCN0408.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJdzwy0I/AAAAAAAABTs/uZelqqJKfFo/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405116193459010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To round out pictures, E tried on Uncle S boots and hat.  Lookin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJ1Ee-rI/AAAAAAAABT8/Antr8ZGn79c/s1600-h/DSCN0415.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQJJ1Ee-rI/AAAAAAAABT8/Antr8ZGn79c/s320/DSCN0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342405122437610162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now J is all graduated.  Next up is the big exam.  But she'll pass that no prob.  Go J!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2971461886326346156?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2971461886326346156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2971461886326346156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2971461886326346156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2971461886326346156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiQHhuoC8lI/AAAAAAAABTE/CKhdHlqD7ss/s72-c/DSCN0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4742147842097570961</id><published>2009-05-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:28:47.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tie-dye party</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, we invited our next door neighbors over to do some tie-dye with us.  The kids had a great time.  We decided to make it a regular thing.  In our new house, we still have fun with our old neighbors, but now, we get to spend more time with the kids across the street.  This year, we hosted a bigger party.  We invited 3 other families over.  That brought us to a total of 7 adults (one dad had to work) and 12 kids, including the 2 babies.  We bought the dye and chemicals from &lt;a href="http://dharmatrading.com/html/eng/529065-AA.shtml"&gt;Dharma Trading&lt;/a&gt;, everyone brought white clothes to dye.  C mixed up 12 colors of dye.  We helped the kids tie up their items the way they wanted, soaked them in the fixer, and let them go at it with squirt bottles of the dye.  They haf a blast!  The hard part of course is that the shirts had to sit for about 12 hrs.  C and Neighbor MB rinsed everything, we washed them and the kids all wore their stuff the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is already talking about next year.  We are going to be one colorful neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuu9dXwI/AAAAAAAABSM/PFDwUcz2yZ8/s1600-h/DSCN0378.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuu9dXwI/AAAAAAAABSM/PFDwUcz2yZ8/s320/DSCN0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356822359793410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuM6pkDI/AAAAAAAABSE/2rzrAEE02IM/s1600-h/DSCN0381.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuM6pkDI/AAAAAAAABSE/2rzrAEE02IM/s320/DSCN0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356813221204018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuC8eOXI/AAAAAAAABR8/Vs6OKYlK7sI/s1600-h/DSCN0380.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuC8eOXI/AAAAAAAABR8/Vs6OKYlK7sI/s320/DSCN0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356810544494962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPt9yS_-I/AAAAAAAABR0/IUiNlbmkSXA/s1600-h/group_tiedye1.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPt9yS_-I/AAAAAAAABR0/IUiNlbmkSXA/s320/group_tiedye1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341356809159639010" 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/23761247-4742147842097570961?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4742147842097570961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4742147842097570961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4742147842097570961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4742147842097570961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/tie-dye-party.html' title='Tie-dye party'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SiBPuu9dXwI/AAAAAAAABSM/PFDwUcz2yZ8/s72-c/DSCN0378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8342108649309305729</id><published>2009-05-22T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:05:15.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;E loves our new baby.  Trouble is, he loves her a bit too much.  Know what I mean?  We have a doll that M named "new baby" when he got it when he was about 2 or 3.   Funny enough, he picked out a black, boy doll.  So, I keep telling E to get the baby doll.  He is not to be fooled.  He knows that our doll looks nothing like the baby he wants to hold!  So off to the toy store we went.  What kind of family has to finally search out a white doll dressed in pink?  LOL&lt;br /&gt;He loves his new doll.  We couldn't get buckled into the car seat until the doll was out of her box.  He tried to put her in the pouch, so I made him one of his own.  Now, when he tries to yank his sister out my lap, I can tell him to go get his baby.  So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;I took some cute pictures of him with the doll.  Here he is on his potty sharing the dolls pacifier.  Funny, since neither he nor his sister would have ANYTHING to do with a paci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWa5hyDI/AAAAAAAABQs/nfBUxpgIQk8/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWa5hyDI/AAAAAAAABQs/nfBUxpgIQk8/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a great big kiss.  I think I mentioned how everytime E says "baby" it has to be followed by a kiss to baby's head.  Well, same rules apply apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWp5uVhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/3O1ZDY51dnk/s1600-h/DSCN0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWp5uVhI/AAAAAAAABQ0/3O1ZDY51dnk/s320/DSCN0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving baby M's feet.  She always has her toes flared like this.  Too cute.  I know it won't last. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWg7DZuI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DlcaY30YSGo/s1600-h/DSCN0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWg7DZuI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DlcaY30YSGo/s320/DSCN0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8342108649309305729?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8342108649309305729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8342108649309305729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8342108649309305729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8342108649309305729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShbpWa5hyDI/AAAAAAAABQs/nfBUxpgIQk8/s72-c/DSCN0361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2985538217418631040</id><published>2009-05-19T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:23:41.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I can already tell she's getting bigger.  Bigger cheeks, a little padding on the fingers and toes, mini rolls on the legs.  And look!  She now actually fits into a newborn-size sleeper!&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are mostly for the benefit of my mom and dad.  I can't find any of my baby pictures, and I want to know if those are my baby eyes.  I'm thinking, from what I remember, that she looks a fair bit like my baby pictures.  I could be way off, naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know us IRL are welcome to weigh in too.  C or S, whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_ejTcayI/AAAAAAAABPk/XMmBGrEbRAc/s1600-h/DSCN0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_ejTcayI/AAAAAAAABPk/XMmBGrEbRAc/s320/DSCN0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_egHZlnI/AAAAAAAABPs/voZS9Mr8Bu4/s1600-h/DSCN0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_egHZlnI/AAAAAAAABPs/voZS9Mr8Bu4/s320/DSCN0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_fKc59lI/AAAAAAAABP0/Wt8WApew7IQ/s1600-h/DSCN0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_fKc59lI/AAAAAAAABP0/Wt8WApew7IQ/s320/DSCN0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2985538217418631040?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2985538217418631040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2985538217418631040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2985538217418631040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2985538217418631040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/growing-girl.html' title='Growing girl'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShM_ejTcayI/AAAAAAAABPk/XMmBGrEbRAc/s72-c/DSCN0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5373689549572534737</id><published>2009-05-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:50:47.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby in her Kanoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;First, a cute picture of my babies.  Every time E sees his sister, he says, "BABY!" and plants a kiss on her head.  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB4wsw47I/AAAAAAAABOU/g37Gno2TQP0/s1600-h/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB4wsw47I/AAAAAAAABOU/g37Gno2TQP0/s320/DSCN0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I knew I would need someplace to put baby M down once in a while.  I looked at swings and bouncy seats.  Briefly.  I realized that anything that touched the floor would be something that E would climb on.  There didn't seem to be any products made with this dynamic in mind!&lt;br /&gt;I had looked at baby hammocks for E, but never bought one.  Now I wish I had.  After doing some more research, I settled on the &lt;a href="http://www.kanoe.us/"&gt;Kanoe&lt;/a&gt;.  It seems to be well made and I don't think I'll have much trouble selling it when we're done with it.   It is lovely.  Baby M isn't terribly fond of it right now as she has a cold.  But I think she'll like it when laying down isn't so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB439ljCI/AAAAAAAABOc/ND0ndyp6fJo/s1600-h/DSCN0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB439ljCI/AAAAAAAABOc/ND0ndyp6fJo/s320/DSCN0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB429RL8I/AAAAAAAABOk/ylbVITySXcA/s1600-h/DSCN0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB429RL8I/AAAAAAAABOk/ylbVITySXcA/s320/DSCN0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Close up.  Can't get enough of her cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB5CZDw1I/AAAAAAAABOs/OJbMMRBPzLo/s1600-h/DSCN0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB5CZDw1I/AAAAAAAABOs/OJbMMRBPzLo/s320/DSCN0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5373689549572534737?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5373689549572534737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5373689549572534737' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5373689549572534737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5373689549572534737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-in-her-kanoe.html' title='Baby in her Kanoe'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/ShGB4wsw47I/AAAAAAAABOU/g37Gno2TQP0/s72-c/DSCN0347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-101242965539478749</id><published>2009-04-30T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:04:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0gGj_e0I/AAAAAAAABNc/AFtSjaUmn1I/s1600-h/DSC_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0gGj_e0I/AAAAAAAABNc/AFtSjaUmn1I/s320/DSC_4212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330701203812612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fkdxAOI/AAAAAAAABNU/pQW1jpHAwA0/s1600-h/DSC_4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fkdxAOI/AAAAAAAABNU/pQW1jpHAwA0/s320/DSC_4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330701194659692770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fYECgrI/AAAAAAAABNM/P2MfcuFuoLg/s1600-h/DSC_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fYECgrI/AAAAAAAABNM/P2MfcuFuoLg/s320/DSC_4209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330701191330562738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fI2JGvI/AAAAAAAABNE/lMVVtSMcAAo/s1600-h/DSC_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0fI2JGvI/AAAAAAAABNE/lMVVtSMcAAo/s320/DSC_4204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330701187245742834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0e7BPq_I/AAAAAAAABM8/TpWttJ_3emg/s1600-h/DSC_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0e7BPq_I/AAAAAAAABM8/TpWttJ_3emg/s320/DSC_4202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330701183534214130" 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/23761247-101242965539478749?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/101242965539478749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=101242965539478749' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/101242965539478749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/101242965539478749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-pictures.html' title='Baby pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sfp0gGj_e0I/AAAAAAAABNc/AFtSjaUmn1I/s72-c/DSC_4212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-7727723110988436138</id><published>2009-04-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:11:50.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!</title><content type='html'>Here's the birth story in  its un-edited, rambly state. Just want to let everyone know that we are doing great!  I'll post some pictures soon.  They are all on C's camera, and he's been way too busy to get that taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for all your well-wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of baby M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Tuesday morning to some bloody liquid.  I wasn't sure if it was mucus or water leaking.  I called my mw and she said to keep an eye on things, take my temp and treat it like broken water and we'd re-evaluate later that day.&lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to the libary, and we went about our usual day.  I had a couple of mild contractions, and even told M that if I said we needed to leave the library, I meant NOW.  Just so he was a little prepared.  I didn't want to tell them what was going on though, since it could be that night, or 2 weeks or more!&lt;br /&gt;By evening, I could tell it was mucus plug and that ctxs were picking up.  I called my mw back in the evening and she said to time a couple of the ctxs.  They were around 10-20 minutes apart, very irregular.   I tried to go to bed, even though I felt kind of antsy.  I wanted to do laundry and pick up but I knew I NEEDED sleep.  I laid down and got hit with a couple of ctxs--still 20 minutes then 15 minutes apart.  Then suddenly, I had 4 that were 3 minutes apart and were lasting longer, with a real peak.  I got up to tell C.  Apparently there was some sort of change on my face b/c as I came down the stairs, he looked up at me and said, "in labor?"&lt;br /&gt;I called my mw back.  Even though I didn't fit the 411 or 311 rule (4 minutes apart, 1 minute duration, lasting for an hour +).  She told me to call right away since my labor with M was only 5 hours and her assistants were in Vancouver and Portland.  She had already called them aparently, figuring that it was my night so they could get the birth kit stuff from the birth center and to her house. &lt;br /&gt;They were here in about 30/45 minutes.  They set up in my bathroom, and then we hung out in the living room and chatted as I contracted.  The ctx were around 6 minutes apart now, and still quite bearable, but took a little concentration.  I decided to go for a walk around the neighborhood, so C and I did that.  It was a beatiful night and very peaceful to walk on our little street.  Whenever I would stop, he would turn and hold me while I swayed. &lt;br /&gt;We went home after awhile and I think I went upstairs.  Ctxs were getting stronger, and I got in the tub after trying different positions around the bed and such.  The water felt great, but I was still having a rough time with some of the ctx.  Just as I was getting in the tub, I got hit with 3 hard ones right on top of each other.  Everyone thought I was hitting transition.  But, after several hours in tub, I was getting discouraged, and asked to be checked.  6cm!  Man was I peeved.  I had already sailed past the 5 hour mark, and was only 6 cm.  I got out and went to bed.  C and I slept for about an hour, which I think helped a lot.  I woke up to another really rough set of ctx.  The whole labor I never really had regular ctx.  They would come in fits and starts.  Then I'd have some milder ones, a break, then really unbearable ones.&lt;br /&gt;I labored around my room and walked through the hall for awhile.  I found that if I really danced and swayed deep, that it helped a lot.  But after a while I wanted back in the tub.  I was really vocalizing (loud!) though them now.  It was really hard for me to handle them. I'm not sure if it was because I was so tired or what, but I just had a really tough time letting the each ctx go.  I felt such an urge to resist them.  I started chanting through them, things like open, down, out, oh baby.  That helped a lot.  Near the end I had a bunch of them that I was yelling at.  Stop, no more, that kind of positive stuff. LOL.  C was amazing!  Just awesome.  He held me through each one, made sure i was staying hydrated, and talked me through every  single contraction.  Told me I was doing it, talked about the baby and how we would soon meet our baby.  I totally would have given up if it wasn't for hiim.  I was ready a couple of times to throw in the towel and ask for a transfer.  But I reminded myself I would get more than just a pain reliever at the hospital.  Most of my birth plan and newborn care requests would be thrown out the window.  So I stuck it out. &lt;br /&gt;I started to feel the ctx most intensely in my hips.  Then started to feel my body bearing down.  I didn't want to push with them though, as I had no idea how dialated I was and didn't want to make things harder for myself if I wasn't dialated.  I labored like that for awhile longer, but then I distinctly felt her head coming down.  I think I said "head" or something like that, and I was vaguely aware of some movement in the room, but I think mw and her assistants were already there.  I was really fuzzy about anything outside a certain radius of me. I do remember C saying something about getting M, and I saw M standing there.  I was laying kind of on my side in the water and was checking baby's progress.  I suddenly started pushing and felt the head.  It was the most incredible sensation!  I kept my hand there and had this overwhelming internal conflict over my body pushing, the baby pushing, and my mental struggles over it wanting to just be over, but wanting to go slow so it didn't hurt!  The shift from regular ctx to pushing was a complete and total about-face.  It was a physical as well as mental shift.  I can see that women were meant to be able to deliver with minimal assistance.  I know that I was aware enough to have been able to handle quite a bit if I needed to.  Though it was nice to have professionals around too!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I felt her head coming down, I could really feel the ring of fire.  I didn't get that with M, since the doc cut a huge old episiotomy.  Though, I was even tempted to ask for that cuz it burned so bad!  Not, really, and I never did, but I the thought crossed my mind!  I also felt the bulge of the bag of waters.  So when I would push and she would descend more, I could feel her head, but when I would rest, I could feel the water.  Very cool.  When her head was completely in the birth canal, I finally got a rest and that was nice.  But then it started up again.  It was a huge relief to have her head out.  Then I was able to feel her slowly do her little turning dance as she got her shoulders situated.  Another truly weird sensation!  Anouther couple of pushes and she was all out!  I reached down with my other hand and pulled her up to my chest where Jennifer, my mw and I both reached for the sack at the same time to pull it off her face.  As soon as Jennifer saw what I was doing, I think she pulled back and let me.&lt;br /&gt;I just held her for awhile, in awe that my baby was now on my chest!  So overwhelmed.  It took me awhile to pull her up and check gender.  A girl!  I think I nearly lost it at that point.  I was shaking, but not sobbing--which is a little unusual for me!  LOL  She was just beautiful.  Perfect color, tone, whimpers, grimaces, everything.  And completely covered in the thickest vernix!  A  very cheesy baby.  With a perfect head.  I was thinking that she was farther down in my hips for longer, but I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;I delivered the placenta just a few minutes later, and it was in great shape--and big.  C cut the cord after the placenta had been checked and I was ready to get out of the tub.  Oh, I was also vaguely aware just after delivery that my SIL brought in G and E so they could see the baby too.  So everyone got to meet her right away, which is just what I wanted.  I got out, dried off a bit and layed down on the bed.  I took baby back from C, who was holding her so I could get out of the tub, and she latched right on.  She is a great nurser.  She always wants to nurse, but we are just now starting to have a bit of a challenge with her not wanting to open her mouth wider and get that tongue out.  After I nursed her, the mw checked me and her.  Everything looked great.  Baby M was 6lb, 4oz (daddy weighed her :P) and 19.5 inches long.  I have some skid marks up top, but nothing too bad.  No stitches!  Yay!  Oh, and thanks to being able to eat and drink, and no drugs to mess with my system, my blood pressure was 108/80.  Just grand compared to the 40/30 it tanked at with M! &lt;br /&gt;I did have some dizzyness and fainted later that day when I tried to get up for the first time without help.  Not so smart of me, but I'm much better now.  Staying in bed and, resting, and feeding my little girl!  I still can't believe I actually have a daughter.  It's funny too that if I'm not paying attention and I refer to her, I'll say "him" sometimes.  Just so used to having boys.  I can't wait to dress her in some of the girl clothes a friend gave us.  She is still so tiny she just swims in everything I have, so I'll wait a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Baby M is so peaceful.  She is a little perturbed by gas bubbles, but  settles down pretty quick.  She is also super alert.  She opens both eyes wide and just looooks around.  Soo sweet.  Big brother M (gotta figure out how I'm gonna differentiate the 2 on the blog!)  says she looks old.  She is a bit of an old soul it seems.  The boys are all completely smitten with their sister.  E even touches her softly.  He just says "baby" over and over.  G and M can't stop looking at her and talking about her. C and I are tired, but good.  We are blessed to have lots of help from friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-7727723110988436138?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7727723110988436138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=7727723110988436138' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7727723110988436138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7727723110988436138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-808601553429992196</id><published>2009-04-24T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:26:33.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby</title><content type='html'>There's no babe in my arms yet, still pregnant, but wanted to update on that.  I see so many bloggers give a week-by-week update.  If you want that, sorry.  Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;I am now 37 weeks and 5 days.  That is full term.  Yay!  For someone who stated this journey in complete and udder shock, expecting this to not last, this is a trremendous milestone.  There have been lots of milestones, really.  First time hearing the heartbeat, feeling the first movement, making to 28 weeks, all that.  It's been quite a ride.  I haven't focused as much on the pregnancy as much as I always thought I would.  We were too caught up in the house.  Then there are the 3 other kids to raise.  Somehow that takes a bit of energy!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pretty healthy pregnancy, like I've said before.  I have had aches and pains, and I can always find something to complain about--just ask C!  LOL  For the most part though, it's been a dream pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;I can already tell that tthis babe is lots different from M.  M was a kicker.  And big.  This one rolls and stretches like crazy, but no kicking.  As for size, this one is definitely smaller.  There is actually a bit of concern on that front.  For those of you not familiar with pregnancy, the dr/midwife measures the "fundal height" at each appt.  From the 20th week of pregnancy on, the measurement from the pubic  bone to the top of the uterus should be 1 cm per week of gestation, roughly.  Obviously, there is variation.  However, I seem to be measuring a bit too far behind.  My midwife estimates the babe to be about 5.5-6 pounds at this point.  BUT, my fundal height was only 31-32 cm at 37 weeks.  Anything more than 4 cm behind is a flag for IUGR, or Intrauterine Growth Restriction.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I were getting care from an ob or similarly medically minded birth professional, I would be subjected to a battery of tests from here on out.  Ending in either an induction or a c-section.  It would start with weekly ultrasounds to measure baby's head and abdomen, as well as amniotic fluid levels.  Then there would be the NSTs or non-stress tests--some of the most innacurate tests out there, not that ultrasound has any validity for determining size at this point!  There would also probably be bedrest, more dr's appts and a possible referral to a perinatologist.  I love having a midwife who is a direct entry midwife.  She told me to do my own research.  Offered me her library if I want, but I mostly looked online at the medical resources.  I'lll get to HER prescription in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;She offered me an ultrasound which I have declined.  I need to finish up my letter outlining my refusal and understanding of the risks.  What I learned is that I am not really at huge risk.  By definition, 10% of pregnancies can be classified as IUGR, sinice it is defined as a baby who is in the bottom 10th percentile for growth for gestational age.  Risk factors/causes include drug use, smoking, malnutrition, infection, and chromosomal abnormalities.  I don't fit any of the former, and the latter would result in growth delays early on.  At 20-25 weeks I was measuring right on, so I'm not worried.  Most likely, this baby is just small.  In may favor are the following--I have no protein in my urine, I have low blood pressure, and no swelling.  The baby's heart rate is maintaining at 140-ish and is always moving.  So I don't have really ANY flags for worry.  Which is why I am declining further testing.  An ultrasound would not give an accurate weight on baby, and all the testing would just contribute to stress which I totally do NOT need right now.&lt;br /&gt;So, my midwife gave a very simple prescription.  One that I will never again have in my LIFE!  She said to eat.  Eat like I may never eat again.  Ice cream especially.  Fatten up the baby.  From now until birth, I have to consume massive amounts of calories.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to be honest, when she called I was gleeful.  Who woudn''t want such a prescription.  I was smiling like a goob all through the grocery store, stocking up on carbs and sugar.  Ice cream, ravioli, bread, cream puffs, pizza, juice (water makes me feel full with no calorie benefit).&lt;br /&gt;2 days into it though, it started to get a little old.  I have to give my mom credit.  She did a great job letting us learn our body cues regarding hunger and satiety.  Turns out I am really good at that.  I have a terrible time eating when I'm not hungry.  I seriously just want to eat a nice light salad and STOP.   4 days into this, I'm getting a little better. I am learning what I can eat without noticing as much (toast and chips) and what makes me feel full really fast (ice cream).  Trouble is, ice cream is supposed to be so great for fattening babies.  I'll keep trying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-808601553429992196?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/808601553429992196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=808601553429992196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/808601553429992196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/808601553429992196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby.html' title='The baby'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6816464775312483869</id><published>2009-04-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:55:54.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The house, part the next</title><content type='html'>I am such a bad blogger lately.  I figured I'd better post about the house though, because it's just too darn cool!&lt;br /&gt;So, we listed the house 3 weeks ago.  It went up mid-day on that Friday.  Friday afternoon, our agent had a call from another agent that her clients wanted to see the house.  Yeah, it was a nice weekend.  It turns out they really, really like the house!  They had been looking at another one up the hill.  The wife took a look on the computer before going back out to look at it.  They saw ours and decided to check it out.  Saturday, they spent 1 1/2 hours at our house.  Sunday, they came back and took pictures.  Then, we got the call about their offer!  It was only a few thousand less than our asking price.&lt;br /&gt;We have everything hammered out, and our half of the paperwork is all turned in.  Well, as far as I know it is.  As soon as their loan is finished and they sign their paperwork, we are back to being single home owners again.  What a relief!!  It actually looks like it's possible that we'll be rid of the house before baby gets here.  Baby is the subject of the next post, I promise!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6816464775312483869?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6816464775312483869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6816464775312483869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6816464775312483869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6816464775312483869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-part-next.html' title='The house, part the next'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8025879808091155775</id><published>2009-04-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:33:48.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The henna session</title><content type='html'>These pictures are in reverse order, so if you want chronological, start at the end and work your way up.  I had a great time, Melanie was awesome.She is the owner of &lt;a href="http://www.bluelotushenna.com"&gt;Blue Lotus Henna&lt;/a&gt;.  She works at the Saturday Market as well as doing private appointments in her home or parties where she will come to you.  She does a lot of blessingways and such.  I highly recommend her.  She is an amazing artist and is very sweet.  Wouldn't it be fun to have a girl's henna night?  Hmmm, I might have to do that sometime!  When I have time, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2Ty1GDXI/AAAAAAAABLg/TT92JiIycSQ/s1600-h/DSC_3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2Ty1GDXI/AAAAAAAABLg/TT92JiIycSQ/s320/DSC_3751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325144060590427506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2TtHujBI/AAAAAAAABLY/-POLuthoMoU/s1600-h/DSC_3748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2TtHujBI/AAAAAAAABLY/-POLuthoMoU/s320/DSC_3748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325144059057966098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2TV4hO8I/AAAAAAAABLQ/_2lazrZRV3M/s1600-h/DSC_3740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2LNC34gI/AAAAAAAABKw/DVyXQVtqXDo/s320/DSC_3718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143913008718338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2K1HDhVI/AAAAAAAABKo/M56Ol0TueSk/s1600-h/DSC_3711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2K1HDhVI/AAAAAAAABKo/M56Ol0TueSk/s320/DSC_3711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143906583807314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea17H-q_5I/AAAAAAAABKg/pOTD2J5nWTI/s1600-h/DSC_3707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea17H-q_5I/AAAAAAAABKg/pOTD2J5nWTI/s320/DSC_3707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143636771012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea16yImMXI/AAAAAAAABKY/BqD2L1I6hHE/s1600-h/DSC_3705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea16rnmOvI/AAAAAAAABKI/1e8dCgjZU28/s320/DSC_3697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143629158038258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea16UTsUAI/AAAAAAAABKA/x4e3xgZYwXs/s1600-h/DSC_3693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea16UTsUAI/AAAAAAAABKA/x4e3xgZYwXs/s320/DSC_3693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143622900535298" 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/23761247-8025879808091155775?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8025879808091155775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8025879808091155775' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8025879808091155775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8025879808091155775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/henna-session.html' title='The henna session'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sea2Ty1GDXI/AAAAAAAABLg/TT92JiIycSQ/s72-c/DSC_3751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-613161008650067950</id><published>2009-04-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:40:02.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SeeXg56AGCI/AAAAAAAABLo/vo84j2YY2oM/s1600-h/e_library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SeeXg56AGCI/AAAAAAAABLo/vo84j2YY2oM/s320/e_library.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325391675944605730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get the full effect of library computers with just one mouse apparently.  He was having the most fun he'd apparently had all week to hear him squeal!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the image quality-cell phone was all I had with me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I tried something different.  Hopefully it shows up now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-613161008650067950?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/613161008650067950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=613161008650067950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/613161008650067950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/613161008650067950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-fun.html' title='Double the fun'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SeeXg56AGCI/AAAAAAAABLo/vo84j2YY2oM/s72-c/e_library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3720001871646339010</id><published>2009-04-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:30:14.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random baby sewing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have managed to get some sewing done.  Some of it even baby sewing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's two outfits I made from Ottobre Patterns.  They still need snaps.  Which are in a box in the garage.  Somewhere.  I'm pretty sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspEJol8I/AAAAAAAABJo/_RfpE5uasFQ/s1600-h/DSCN0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspEJol8I/AAAAAAAABJo/_RfpE5uasFQ/s320/DSCN0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version of a &lt;a href="http://www.birthinbinsi.com/items/products/skirts/primamama-skirt-sk_05_1-detail.htm?1=1"&gt;Binsi &lt;/a&gt;skirt.  Since I never spend that much on clothes, and it's just a skirt, I figured I could do that!  Plus I got to pick out the fabric I loved.  Isn't sewing great.  I didn't do a drawstring.  I think they are a pain to put in, and I didn't want one dangling around anyway.  If I decide I want a different fit later, I can always take in the elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspYNc8QI/AAAAAAAABJw/Z6KYTKUkJYQ/s1600-h/DSCN0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspYNc8QI/AAAAAAAABJw/Z6KYTKUkJYQ/s320/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one isn't for me, but I have another one cut out and ready to go.  Different fabric, but same color scheme.  This is for a woman who is due with her first (a boy!) just after me.  So I made this mei tai for her shower gift.  There are a few little things that I wish I had done better, but not enough to go back and fix them.  I'm getting lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspvrfdEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/o6dddtRSjQs/s1600-h/DSCN0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspvrfdEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/o6dddtRSjQs/s320/DSCN0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3720001871646339010?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3720001871646339010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3720001871646339010' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3720001871646339010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3720001871646339010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-baby-sewing.html' title='Random baby sewing'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SdqspEJol8I/AAAAAAAABJo/_RfpE5uasFQ/s72-c/DSCN0311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6638765421957728664</id><published>2009-04-01T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:53:13.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna win!</title><content type='html'>The MDC Etsy street team is having a giveaway.  Man, it looks like fun stuff.  The deal is if you go their blog and comment and then blog about the giveaway, you get 3 chances to win.  Buying stuff gets you one ticket per $ spent.  So I'm gonna have to do that.&lt;br /&gt;The only hard part is deciding what to buy.  Good thing I have a little paypal stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdcmoms.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-fling-give-away-drawing-april-1.html"&gt;Here's the link to the blog that tells you all about it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also search Etsy for MDCSPRINGFLING for a list of all the shops that are participating.  There are some amazingly creative mamas out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6638765421957728664?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6638765421957728664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6638765421957728664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6638765421957728664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6638765421957728664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wanna-win.html' title='I wanna win!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1991844234212151260</id><published>2009-03-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:43:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The $191 breast pad</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I'm a huge fan of cloth/reusable personal products.  I use cloth on the babes and me, in the bathroom some, give the kids diapers for nose when sick...&lt;br /&gt;So I plan to use cloth nursing pads again.  I do have a box of Lansinoh pads for heavy duty or outings or when I feel I need them, but I have been sewing up some nice cloth ones.  My first batch was to  use up some hemp fleece scraps from making more fitted diapers.  They were all done and beautiful and ready to wash.  So I threw them in with a load.  Then put them in the dryer.  At that point, my attention got called away (phone maybe?) for a few minutes.  When I came back, E was happily playing in the dryer.  Of course.&lt;br /&gt;I put everything back and started it up.&lt;br /&gt;KA-THUMP-A-WHUMP-A-KA-THUMP-A-WHUMP-A&lt;br /&gt;Not a good sound at all.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the lint screen out and checked inside.&lt;br /&gt;I asked C to take it apart.  He couldn't get the cover off and didn't want to break it.&lt;br /&gt;I asked if I could take it apart.&lt;br /&gt;He expressed extreme discomfort with the idea of an 7 1/2  months preggo woman taking apart a 220 volt appliance.  He may have had a point there...&lt;br /&gt;So I called Sears service center.&lt;br /&gt;Sure they can send someone out.  In 4 days....&lt;br /&gt;It's $65 for the service call, and any parts/labor are extra.&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;For $191 I can get the extended warranty that covers all service PLUS $500 towards a new dryer if they can't fix this one.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to my washing machine experience -- $231 part plus labor all covered by the warranty --- I decided that sounded like an excellent idea.&lt;br /&gt;So, along comes Thursday.  The much awaited time.  I have a Mt. Hood of laundry and I've switched back to sposie diapers.  I don't mind line drying when it's not pouring rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;In 5 minutes, the repair guy walks out with the nursing pad. &lt;br /&gt;"It was just this Ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda just stuck with the $65 call.&lt;br /&gt;At least he was nice enough to show me how to fix it "next time".  His words, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least I can now say I have the most expensive nursing pads ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1991844234212151260?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1991844234212151260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1991844234212151260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1991844234212151260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1991844234212151260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/191-breast-pad.html' title='The $191 breast pad'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4179509799141204780</id><published>2009-03-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:41:28.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My exercise routine</title><content type='html'>People often ask me how I stay so trim.  Then they look at my boys for a minute.  Hmmm.  So I thought I'd post my exercise routine.  So you, too, can live my life and look like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, gather all your belongings and string them through the house.  Middle of the floor is okay, but make sure you get your most prized possessions under and behind whatever furniture you have.  It is helpful to wedge them in tight corners.  Then pick them up and put them away.  Repeat throughout the day, whenever you find a spare moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never sit down.  If you do, sit in a chair that is unstable and can be toppled at any minute by a toddler (pretend if you have to).  Or imagine that if you do sit down, your lap/back/shoulders will be crawled on rather roughly.  Just set your computer on the counter and play with it there.  You will need to stand there to eat your food too.  Otherwise it will be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door to get a package or to go to the garage.  Close it quickly while kicking your foot around.  Or, open it and then run outside in your bare feet as fast as you can while chasing an imaginary (extremely fast and agile) toddler.  Run at least 1/2 a block before stopping.  Farther is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you do laundry, throw bits of it into other rooms while folding or sorting it.  When loading the dryer, close the door violently between each armful you put in. Open it for the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put locks on each and every door so you expend extra effort to open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need  a fairly tall staircase and long hall for this:  Place yourself in one end of your house.  Have someone scream in such a way it sounds as if their limbs are being ripped off.  Drop everything and run across the house, up the stairs, down the hall, only to find the screams emanating from a ten year old who has a mild injury/brother in his room/lost something.  Repeat throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum at least once a day.  Sprinkle more food and dirt and whatnot immediately afterward so your husband has no idea the vacuum has ever  left its closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hire 3 cute kids to climb all over you and give you lots of hugs and kisses and wear you out completely mentally as well as physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and share a pan of brownies with a hot husband after kids go to bed.  It will never show.  Well, at least not much.  You can always hide it with pregnancy once every 10 years or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4179509799141204780?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4179509799141204780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4179509799141204780' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4179509799141204780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4179509799141204780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-exercise-routine.html' title='My exercise routine'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5602597313053818276</id><published>2009-03-11T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:43:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enflish muffins</title><content type='html'>I have been obsessed lately with the idea of making english muffins.  Gluten free, of course.  Problem is, I've had a hard time finding the rings to make them.  I haven't looked super hard, but I've been reluctant to pay high prices plus shipping.&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking through my trusty &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Culinary-Arts-Institute-Encyclopedic-Cookbook/dp/0399513884"&gt;Culinary Arts Institute&lt;/a&gt; cookbook.  It's originally from the 1940's and is great for modifying recipes!  Anyway, it has an english muffin recipe that doesn't require rings.  It makes a soft dough that you cut and let raise.  So decided to give it a go.  I mixed the batter last night before bed and finished it up this am.  Not perfect, but absolutely excellent for a trial run!  They didn't have those big bubbles that traditional english muffins have, but they had a good sourdough taste.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my recipe (such as it stands and the way I made it last night--near's I can remember):&lt;br /&gt;3 C millet flour, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 C tapioca starch&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp instant yeast&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp quar gum&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp melted coconut oil (or butter)&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 C warm soymilk (or any other milk)&lt;br /&gt;1 beaten egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together 2 cups of the millet flour, the starch, yeast, gum, salt and sugar.  Whisk together the rest of the ingredients.  Beat all together in a mixer for at least a minute.  Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let sit overnight. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning, beat in the last cup of millet flour.  Pat dough about 1/4 " thick on a floured piece of wax paper.  I used a large mason jar ring to cut out muffins, but you can use any round cutter.  I kept the cut muffins on the floured paper and covered to let rise until doubled in bulk.  I cheated and used the oven since I slept late and was in a rush, but ideally, you should probably let them raise for about an hour, like Ruth says.  That may help with the bubbles too.&lt;br /&gt;Once they are raised and fluffy looking, get a heavy skillet (cast iron is perfect) heated to a nice medium hot temperature.  I heated mine and had to turn it down a few times, but that could be my stove too-a whole 'nother post!&lt;br /&gt;When your pan is hot, carefully transfer a few of your muffins to it.  They should cook for about 5-7 minutes each side.  Or until nicely browned.  Flip and cook on the other side.  Viola!&lt;br /&gt;I found these to dry out pretty quick-so cover as soon as cooled. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said, these weren't perfect, and G was rather offended that they  weren't Muffins. You know, like real Muffins!  But I thought they were pretty tasty.  I enjoyed the sourdough-yness of them.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will try making it up as english muffin bread too.  That is something I used to make a lot and we really enjoyed before heading into allergy land.&lt;br /&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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd74lf2eI/AAAAAAAABJQ/krIZi3h8oZw/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd74lf2eI/AAAAAAAABJQ/krIZi3h8oZw/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028675122649570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last two muffins raising.  Look at their beautiful fluffiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd8Z7UzbI/AAAAAAAABJY/_uHHWOkBGpM/s1600-h/DSCN0266.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd8Z7UzbI/AAAAAAAABJY/_uHHWOkBGpM/s320/DSCN0266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028684072570290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooking in the cast iron pan.  Just a bit of brown-like the real thing.  No oil in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd8r1yBkI/AAAAAAAABJg/Gq_gg4DsY20/s1600-h/DSCN0267.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd8r1yBkI/AAAAAAAABJg/Gq_gg4DsY20/s320/DSCN0267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028688881157698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product.  No big holes for butter and honey, but still, a lighter bread than I've made in a long time.  Oh wait, I  haven't made much bread in the last, ohh, 6 months.  (hide)&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/23761247-5602597313053818276?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5602597313053818276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5602597313053818276' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5602597313053818276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5602597313053818276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/enflish-muffins.html' title='Enflish muffins'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sbgd74lf2eI/AAAAAAAABJQ/krIZi3h8oZw/s72-c/DSCN0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-2155937335375530420</id><published>2009-03-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:38:58.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More toddler antics</title><content type='html'>I don't have a picture.  Sorry.  It's gross.  And I have an incredible husband.  Who does things for me when I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;But you want to know the story, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were preparing to head out to run some errands.  Since the sun didn't stick around for the weekend.  So we couldn't do yard work.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get the 3 boys ready to go, with snacks, mind you.  I went to put on my shoes.  I may have learned my lesson about not hiding them.  E loves to put on everyone's shoes and walk around the house.  They don't necessarily make it back to the shoe bench by the door.  Mine sure didn't.  I looked for about 15 minutes for my 2 favorite pair and gave up.  I found another pair.  I looked again before the birth center potluck.  I have one of each pair.&lt;br /&gt;Figuring I needed to have shoes that look better with a dress for today than sneakers, I enlisted the help of M.  We searched every room in the house.  Every drawer, cupboard nook and cranny.  Even all the child-locked ones.  No luck.&lt;br /&gt;M mentioned something about the heat registers.  Worth a look I thought.  First one I looked in was the one by the  front door.  Sure enough, there was my Dansko!  And what was that waaaaayyy down below?  My other J-41.  But, ewwww.&lt;br /&gt;I called for my dear, sweet husband.  He stuck his arm allllll the way down.  Up to his shoulder.  In dust and pet hair (I still haven't called the duct cleaners--its on the list).  Blech!&lt;br /&gt;NowI just have to clean them up to the point I'm brave enough to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;And hit the hardware store.  Or rather, send C to the hardware store.  Those grates are getting screwed down this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-2155937335375530420?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/2155937335375530420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=2155937335375530420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2155937335375530420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/2155937335375530420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-toddler-antics.html' title='More toddler antics'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8310241419383259306</id><published>2009-03-04T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:05:54.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sa7OWAFDR8I/AAAAAAAABJI/TM3guMwmjwU/s1600-h/DSCN0263.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;No, not that baby--s/he needs to cook just a bit longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, my internet time has looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;First, spend about 10 minutes kicking the older kids off the computer.  This may take longer if they are watching a PBS full length show they just *have* to finish right now.&lt;br /&gt;Then find a way to distract E so I can use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down on my pilates ball-after wresting  it from the  younger kids.&lt;br /&gt;Log onto all the accounts that have been logged out of some how.  Begin checking e-mail and doing the net searching I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Pull E off the computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;Pull E off of me.&lt;br /&gt;Get several good things found and pull E away from the power button.&lt;br /&gt;E turns off computer tower.&lt;br /&gt;Give up in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband who felt sorry for me.  So last night we went and got this beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sa7OWAFDR8I/AAAAAAAABJI/TM3guMwmjwU/s1600-h/DSCN0263.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sa7OWAFDR8I/AAAAAAAABJI/TM3guMwmjwU/s320/DSCN0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309407888090023874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I can check email and everything from my so far so safe kitchen counter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8310241419383259306?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8310241419383259306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8310241419383259306' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8310241419383259306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8310241419383259306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-baby.html' title='My new baby'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sa7OWAFDR8I/AAAAAAAABJI/TM3guMwmjwU/s72-c/DSCN0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-104848299416034015</id><published>2009-03-03T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:48:43.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M's cinquain</title><content type='html'>We are reading and having fun with Dr Seuss this week in honor of the great doctor's birthday.  Yes, we know he wasn't a doctor and that his real name was Theodore Seuss Geisel.  But his works are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Today we made little hat books, read Cat in the Hat and talked about what kind of machine M would make to clean up the house.&lt;br /&gt;G learned about words that end in "__at".  M learned about cinquain poems.  Here is his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crying, kicking, sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kicks me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All before lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am feeling accomplished today.  I did have the kids get all their bedding off their beds so I could wash it.  It's all clean (not all dry) and that is a milestone.  I'm not very good at keeping up with that laundry.  The real test is to see how long it takes (and how many tears) to get all the bedding back on the beds.  Has to happen before they can go to bed, right?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I managed to prune the roses out front.  I have GOT to learn that a bunch of bending over hurts like hades the next day.  Wonder if I'll figure that out before May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-104848299416034015?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/104848299416034015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=104848299416034015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/104848299416034015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/104848299416034015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/ms-cinquain.html' title='M&apos;s cinquain'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8443623742977880269</id><published>2009-03-03T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:16:17.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwww</title><content type='html'>I find it disturbing that my toddler prefers the peel of the banana.  He picks it up, turns it around and eats it from the end.  Yes, even the black part at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;The PEEL!&lt;br /&gt;Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that bitter and gross?&lt;br /&gt;What do your kids eat that totally disgusts and/or disturbs you?  Do you let them?  Did they grow out of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8443623742977880269?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8443623742977880269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8443623742977880269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8443623742977880269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8443623742977880269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/03/ewwww.html' title='Ewwww'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5993204700773405782</id><published>2009-02-27T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:15:39.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e1d8efa1d8becaa" 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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e1d8efa1d8becaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331016516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65ADD198C42BDD51E807F28FFB89B06E7490B43B.6B3C24A4D18807E6CC5B3ABD9D4472E6CF9E066%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e1d8efa1d8becaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYX3Vnk0MWiXW0gGnskMM6U3pdU&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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e1d8efa1d8becaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331016516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65ADD198C42BDD51E807F28FFB89B06E7490B43B.6B3C24A4D18807E6CC5B3ABD9D4472E6CF9E066%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e1d8efa1d8becaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVYX3Vnk0MWiXW0gGnskMM6U3pdU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video of the water and alcohol experiment.  As soon as the alcohol touches the water, they "run away" from each other.  The edges pulse for a moment. Can you see it?  The boys got a kick out of this one, and so did I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5993204700773405782?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e1d8efa1d8becaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5993204700773405782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5993204700773405782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5993204700773405782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5993204700773405782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/video-of-water-and-alcohol-experiment.html' title=''/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-7519305509209477052</id><published>2009-02-27T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:06:39.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved in--with Internet!!!</title><content type='html'>We did it.  We made the long, arduous trek down the street.  And all in about a week.  Unfortunately, we apparently move a bit faster than Verizon.  It took them until this week to move our internet over.  All these automated phone calls verifying our "appointment", assuring me it would take 4-6 hours to install the wonderously fabulous FiOS.  Yeah, 10 minutes maybe?  But it is wonderously fabulous.  Nice and speedy.  Now I can do bigger pictures-click and see. :P&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken as many as I would like of the new house, so I ran around real quick this am (with G in front of me) and snapped enough for the collage.  You can see that the current state of housekeeping is not great.  Which is too bad.  We've been really good.  Not having net probably helps.  But we have been able to keep things quite neat--especially for us!  Then the boys got sick.  You know what happens to the house when mom gets hung on 24 hours a day by sick kids.  E is the worst.  For starters, he's little.  But he also really, really hates anything on, in, near, or around his nose.  So colds really tick him off.  He's been mad for 4 days now.  All day.  24 hours.  I'm tired.  M and G are pretty much better.  C seems to have a touch of it, or at least fighting it.  I've had a sore throat, but that's been pretty much it.  Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly pic from 2 weeks ago.  So 28 weeks? I had a midwife appt yesterday.  She thinks the baby is a little small.  Not dangerously so, but not on schedule to be a 9 pounder like I figured I'd have.  Maybe this will be a girl after all?  All in all, I'm very healthy. A bit of the standard aches and pains.  C is starting to find humor in watching me move around--especially getting in and out of bed.  I have nice low blood pressure and pulse which is reassuring.  I'm starting to really think about the birth now that we are moved in.  Just mentally getting myself prepared and thinking about what it is I want and don't want.&lt;br /&gt;I am stressing a bit about what to do with the kids during the birth. I want them here so they can come and go as they want--and be present for the birth if they want.  Aunt J would be perfect to have watch them, but she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, so&lt;/span&gt; close to being done with school.  She may just not be able to make it for the birth.  GramRe plans to be here around my due date for a knitting conference and J's birthday, but we all know about due dates.  It needs to be someone my kids are comfortable with, and someone I am comfortable having around for the birth.  And I don't want to ask one of my friends to have to find childcare for her kids while she hangs out at our house waiting for baby to be born.  Granted, I should labor pretty quick-based on my last birth, and I could labor through the night, based on my last birth. But you just never know.  Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-pdraF8I/AAAAAAAABJA/7mTt0bu2-lU/s1600-h/DSC_2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-pdraF8I/AAAAAAAABJA/7mTt0bu2-lU/s320/DSC_2870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561042918381506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E loves to play in this oven as much as the last one.  At least this one has a door lock that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-pFTq6lI/AAAAAAAABI4/3mNqPBTbeKc/s1600-h/DSCN0239.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-pFTq6lI/AAAAAAAABI4/3mNqPBTbeKc/s320/DSCN0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561036376369746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; around here?"  E loves the vacuum and the swiffer mop.  Apparently he can't decide which is better.&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a neat trick too.  I hate the chemical that swiffer uses-of course.  But if I put some vinegar and water in a spray bottle, it works the same. I'm working on best way to mop the laminate floor.  The rag mop doesn't work well at all.  The floor looks awful when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-o2WDzdI/AAAAAAAABIw/-ryiWr9ZX6I/s1600-h/DSCN0237.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-o2WDzdI/AAAAAAAABIw/-ryiWr9ZX6I/s320/DSCN0237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561032359857618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've even managed to get in some schooling.  M is fascinated by chemistry right now.  So we did a Janice van Cleve experiment.  You put a thin layer of colored water down on foil.  Then use a dropper to drop rubbing alcohol.  It is so cool.  I'll post the video next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-osN3nkI/AAAAAAAABIo/BxZ7WQXs8Lk/s1600-h/DSCN0235.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-osN3nkI/AAAAAAAABIo/BxZ7WQXs8Lk/s320/DSCN0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561029641150018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collage of the house from this morning.  Just to give you an idea of what it looks like with our stuff in it.  And the new colors.  I didn't get the boys rooms becuase M won't let me show anyone his room and E is taking a nap in the other one.  Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-ooizsoI/AAAAAAAABIg/dBalzawdNZo/s1600-h/2-27-09.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-ooizsoI/AAAAAAAABIg/dBalzawdNZo/s320/2-27-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307561028655231618" 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/23761247-7519305509209477052?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7519305509209477052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=7519305509209477052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7519305509209477052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7519305509209477052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/moved-in-with-internet.html' title='Moved in--with Internet!!!'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/Sag-pdraF8I/AAAAAAAABJA/7mTt0bu2-lU/s72-c/DSC_2870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4451379593388237487</id><published>2009-02-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:33:12.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're on the move</title><content type='html'>The house is finally ready for us to start transfering our goods!  It is mostly cleaned.  I just need to do some basic picking up and mop the downstairs floors.  The carpets were cleaned today.  All the flooring is done.  C still has a bit of a project in the garage though.  The previous owners had a dog kennel in there, so the floor is, well, a bit nasty.&lt;br /&gt;But we are now officially packing!  Hooray!  I think?  Anyway.  The boys have moved their closet over, I'm packing my sewing room and living room.  Here is a picture of the boys working on some of their books.  They did this whole bookshelf themselves.  Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say that M did it, while telling G exactly what to do and not do.  But it's done. &lt;br /&gt;We did decide to go ahead and move in bits.  We just don't have enough boxes to do the whole house.  And that is a bit much.  I think we'll be fine this way.  First to go is the living room, which we can then use as a staging area for everything else.  The bedrooms will have to go all at once of course.  I think Wednesday is the day for the kitchen.  It's all coming together so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xtH26MI/AAAAAAAABIY/D1EEp3W2j48/s1600-h/DSCN0234.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xtH26MI/AAAAAAAABIY/D1EEp3W2j48/s320/DSCN0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299888792364574914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I have a couple of shots that are just cute.  The first is G and E's favorite hangout.  They dismantle the baskets too.  E really likes throwing towels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xrhcN-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/Nyk_mXH1SMU/s1600-h/DSCN0231.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xrhcN-I/AAAAAAAABIQ/Nyk_mXH1SMU/s320/DSCN0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299888791935006690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E went upstairs on Wed with G while M was at scouts.  "How cute!" I thinks to meself, "they're playing together."  Nope, E found something better than silly old big brother toys.  Ha. Yes, he did get up there all on his own.  This is just how I found him.  Actually, when I found him, he was sitting in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xtJysEI/AAAAAAAABII/EwR1c0yvt-0/s1600-h/DSCN0230.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xtJysEI/AAAAAAAABII/EwR1c0yvt-0/s320/DSCN0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299888792372686914" 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/23761247-4451379593388237487?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4451379593388237487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4451379593388237487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4451379593388237487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4451379593388237487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-on-move.html' title='We&apos;re on the move'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYz8xtH26MI/AAAAAAAABIY/D1EEp3W2j48/s72-c/DSCN0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-157709140134304138</id><published>2009-02-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:52:16.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>knitting and crazy kids</title><content type='html'>It's a wonder how I managed, but I have (almost) two things knitted for the baby.  I finished a teeny little cabled hat for him/her to wear just after the birth and I'm almost done with a newborn soaker.  Notice the itty-bitty cables on the sides.  I had a hard time getting them even since I was making it all up as I went along-but I'm pretty sure the baby won't care all that much.  :)&lt;br /&gt;I just needed some sort of project for the baby. It seems I have hardly spent anytime thinking about and anticipating the baby.  This is the saddest thing. I waited all this time to be pregnant and I feel I've hardly been able to enjoy it.  I may seriously check out once we get moved.  Or at least for the last couple of weeks before I'm due.  I'll take advantage of those nesting hormones.  I'll drive everyone crazy with intense baby fever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eghO_FI/AAAAAAAABIA/PHgvwtF9d-k/s1600-h/DSCN0229.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eghO_FI/AAAAAAAABIA/PHgvwtF9d-k/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340350191926354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eWSLE6I/AAAAAAAABH4/6ywLC-DrioI/s1600-h/DSCN0227.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eWSLE6I/AAAAAAAABH4/6ywLC-DrioI/s320/DSCN0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340347444401058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that E has got to settle down some so I can survive the last 3 months of pregnancy and then new baby.  No sign on the horizon.  I learned today that insurance companies follow up with accident ER visits just to see if they can pass the charges on to another entity.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of E in his favorite location.  Yes, he IS standing ON the windowsill. He thinks it the most brilliant thing ever.  I can't see how this is good, but I can't see how to change it really.  At least we are moving next week and the new house has low windowsills. I am telling myself he won't need to climb.  Ha.  I AM going to try to arrange furniture such that he can climb from it to any ledges.  Bets on how long it takes him to figure out the fireplace??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eO7N16I/AAAAAAAABHw/nSnJyx5XSDY/s1600-h/DSCN0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eO7N16I/AAAAAAAABHw/nSnJyx5XSDY/s320/DSCN0221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340345469065122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just such a cute moment I had to take the picture.  G decided to share his oatmeal with E.  They each had their own bowl, but one had raspberries and the other had blueberries. I can't remember who started with what, but it seems the blueberries were the favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eAaVfGI/AAAAAAAABHo/RZHTH-bo_gE/s1600-h/DSCN0182.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eAaVfGI/AAAAAAAABHo/RZHTH-bo_gE/s320/DSCN0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298340341573057634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize again for lack of a belly picture.  Soon!  I want C to take some with his camera and set up, but it seems I am always too tired in the evenings to actually make that happen.  So I will have him just snap some with my camera for now and call it good.  I am looking forward to him taking a bunch of pictures near the end of my pregnancy so I have those to look back on.&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't replied to a message you have sent me, I apologize as well.  It seems most of my typing is able to come during nap time or when E is otherwise occupied. Since he takes short naps and is rarely otherwise occupied in any way that I would willingly turn my back on him, that means very little typing time.  If he sees me (or anyone really) on the computer, he insists on climbing up and "helping".  Not sure how much more help the computer will live through to be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-157709140134304138?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/157709140134304138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=157709140134304138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/157709140134304138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/157709140134304138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/02/knitting-and-crazy-kids.html' title='knitting and crazy kids'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SYd8eghO_FI/AAAAAAAABIA/PHgvwtF9d-k/s72-c/DSCN0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-749613305641404443</id><published>2009-01-26T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:12:42.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applesauce</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm, homemade applesauce.  Azure Standard had 20# of organic end of season Gala apples for $9.60!  That's a lot of yummy goodness for less that 10 bucks.  Since they were end of season, they weren't really good for fresh eating.  I knew this when I bought them, so made plans to just sauce them.&lt;br /&gt;I decided I just had to have a jar of apple butter too.  I mean, who wouldn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jZYjp_1I/AAAAAAAABHg/nizkmkw-gPs/s1600-h/DSCN0209.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jZYjp_1I/AAAAAAAABHg/nizkmkw-gPs/s320/DSCN0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709130829987666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like simple.  So I don't do the whole peel, core, quarter business.  I hack them in half with a big knife and dump them in a big pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jZJxfDuI/AAAAAAAABHY/n2RtTYeE9Vg/s1600-h/DSCN0208.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jZJxfDuI/AAAAAAAABHY/n2RtTYeE9Vg/s320/DSCN0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709126861459170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  Lots of apples in a big pan. I don't yet have a giant stainless stockpot, just an enamel one.  I didn't feel like cleaning apple goo out of my big canner, so I did a few batches in my awesome All-Clad pan.  It worked fine, just took longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jYF3Vr4I/AAAAAAAABHA/c7JpYGzojh0/s1600-h/DSCN0205.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jYF3Vr4I/AAAAAAAABHA/c7JpYGzojh0/s320/DSCN0205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709108632399746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the apples are soft, I put them in the hopper of one of my bestest Goodwill finds ever.  A complete and practically new Victorio Strainer.  I think I paid around $7 for it and it was worth every penny. It is one of the best kitchen tools ever.  Whole cooked foods go in, perfectly strained foods come out.  Fast.  And the kids love turning the handle.  See all that sauce?  And another great thing is that because I cooked the cores and peels too, the sauce has a rich color and is really high in pectin.  The applesauce is creamy, not watery or chunky.  I like chunky too, but that creamy feeling is really different from store-bought applesauce.  Well, let's face it.  It's homemade, so there are so many things better about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jYoMQhzI/AAAAAAAABHI/u8TPKAFiAsk/s1600-h/DSCN0206.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jYoMQhzI/AAAAAAAABHI/u8TPKAFiAsk/s320/DSCN0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295709117846947634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the apple butter, I took a few ladle-fulls out of the bowl and put them in a smaller pan.  I sprinkled on some cinnamon, cloves and ginger and boiled it until it was super thick and spicy brown.  yummmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-749613305641404443?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/749613305641404443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=749613305641404443' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/749613305641404443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/749613305641404443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/applesauce.html' title='Applesauce'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SX4jZYjp_1I/AAAAAAAABHg/nizkmkw-gPs/s72-c/DSCN0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5915846223755306489</id><published>2009-01-19T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:47:06.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellow crud</title><content type='html'>We were doing so well.  A few colds here and there, but really, quite minor.  Now C is upstairs in bed with a horrible cold/sinus thing.  The boys have all had it to varying degrees.  And I have it.  Ick.  And I think we may have shared it with a few people since we were pretty social on Friday.  Sorry everyone!&lt;br /&gt;E was even sleeping pretty much through the night, but he was up 2x last night with stuffies.  Still worlds better from where he was!&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I don't have a cough (knock on wood) for which I am extremely grateful.  And the boys let me take a nap today.  That also helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;I am very obviously pregnant now.  I need to take another picture.  Enough that strangers and acquaintances alike feel safe commenting.  All positive so far.  I still feel really good too.  The SPD comes and goes.  Some days I hardly notice it, some days walking is a challenge.  But mostly good days.  I think it has to do a lot with how much sleep I get.  Or more likely, how many times I get in and out of bed.  Also, as much as I would like to be all perfectly fit, walking or other activities really aggrivate it.&lt;br /&gt;The baby moves all the time now.  G and M really like to feel the kicks and are starting to want to talk to the baby.  They are totally cool with the fact that we don't know if we'll be having a boy or a girl.  And so far, no sibling issues.  Of course, we'll see what happens with E when he is put out of his baby of the family spot.  He is not really keen on me holding other babies.  I'm hoping that he can put up with sharing.  I'm sure he'll be fine.  He'll not be the first 20 month old to have to share mom.  And he is already used to sharing me, really.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get a little nervous about how far along I am.  Today marks 24 weeks.  It's kinda scary to think that we are entering "age of viability territory".  And that May is getting here so dang fast.  It feels like I have only thought about the house and not the baby.  And I really, really need to think about the baby.  After all, I sold all baby clothes.  I do have a co-sleeper, car seat and my babycarriers.  And a few diapers.  But clothes might be nice.  I should just go and grab a few packs of onsies and declare myself ready.&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of new babies.  They really don't need much!  But we do.  Like a freezer stocked with food.  That would be nice.  Dinner trains don't work so well for a family with all the food issues ours has.  But I don't really want to stock it now and then have to haul everything down the street.&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about the food prep I needed to do, I started looking for some recipes. I wanted large quantity recipes for some basics that I could alter to meet our needs.  I ended up at the quantity cooking and cooking for a crowd type sites.  I had the thought, as I'm reading recipes for 25-100 people, that you know you are getting into large family territory when you resort to these recipes!  I must be Mormon. Hahaha.  That and feeding 3 boys.    I'll figure it all out, I'm sure.  I called my mom and she had some good ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting harder and harder to blog these days.  E loves the computer.  He knows the off button very well.  He also has a knack, like his brothers before him, for finding interesting settings on the computer that I don't know how to fix.  Just this afternoon, he got ahold of the mouse and clicked it a bunch.  He changed some setting in blogger that made all the type go backwards.  So instead of typing blogger, it would come out as reggolb.  I shut it off and restarted and it fixed it.  I could not for life of me find the setting that would do that.  Any one know how he did that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5915846223755306489?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5915846223755306489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5915846223755306489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5915846223755306489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5915846223755306489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellow-crud.html' title='Hellow crud'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3172492869375293288</id><published>2009-01-18T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:28:36.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-06/39581980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.latimes.com/media/photo/2008-06/39581980.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This photo is from Newsday.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This week is an amazing week to be able to watch!  For the first time in our history, a black man will become president of the United States.  Yeah, I know, normally I'm not all about the race thing. I really and truly want this world to be like our family, where everything else is seen before the color of your skin.  But in this world, skin color is important.&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to post something about this and haven't really gotten around to it.  Until I saw the above picture.  It's just like any number of family pictures that we have.  Kid having fun with grandpa.  Who really looks nothing like him.  But do you see any reservations on the faces of these 2 buddies?  Do you honestly think that every time Mr Dunham thought about his grandson, he thought about his skin?  But do you imagine that the other people on the beach were thinking about it? You betcha.  And they still are.&lt;br /&gt;It means the world to me that now, not only can we read books about families who are made up of a rainbow of people, but my kids can look at pictures of the President's youth and see that.&lt;br /&gt;It means even more that if someone decides to tell my kids that they can't do something because of the color of their skin, they can tell 'em to stick it.  After all, Barack Obama made it all the way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily want my kids to become president.  Okay, I really don't want them to at all!  But I want them to dream big.  I want them to know that they can set a goal and achieve it through hard work and dedication.  And what they look like or where they come from has no bearing on that whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Sarah/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3172492869375293288?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3172492869375293288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3172492869375293288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3172492869375293288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3172492869375293288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6424329959163408808</id><published>2009-01-12T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:06:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>So it's not 100% as there are still some paperwork issues to work through, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they are worked out by tomorrow.  For the most part though, today was a successful and productive day!&lt;br /&gt;I called all the utilities this morning and they are all on.  With the exception of the gas, which won't be on until Wed.  Kind of a bummer since the house is freezing.  C actually had some windows open since it was warmer outside!  We took over a space heater and that is helping.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called the painters.  Our neighbors had a hearty recommendation for a painter from Salem.  I called, they came out by 1pm!  They'll start painting first thing tomorrow.  YAY!  I'm so excited that this is moving so fast since we wanted the painting done first so we could then work on everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called the flooring guy.  He was on his way out here anyway, so is over at the house right now measuring the floors so we can get all our quotes.  We should be able to order flooring tomorrow and hope in gets here in a timely fashion.  More YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at church several people said they wanted to come and help clean.  Some of the cleaning is pretty gross, but with everything else going so well, I'm actually looking forward to starting.  And if you know me, you know that is a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start ASAP.  I'll talk to the painters to see if it's a problem for me to be over there.  And then farm out the kids.  Since I'm pretty sure that kids + scaffolding is a bad combo!&lt;br /&gt;It's really looking like we'll be able to start moving quickly.  Of course that makes me a little nervous.  Cuz that means I need to start packing, y'know?  And it seems a little weird to go and get a bunch of boxes and pack everything up to move down the street.  Of course, I'm not going to pack &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; as it just doesn't make sense.  But I'll puzzle that out as we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6424329959163408808?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6424329959163408808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6424329959163408808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6424329959163408808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6424329959163408808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6100877672077998192</id><published>2009-01-10T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:51:56.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWkzqqvgaFI/AAAAAAAABF0/P4f_eglq05s/s1600-h/1-10-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWkzqqvgaFI/AAAAAAAABF0/P4f_eglq05s/s400/1-10-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289816045444425810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on the picture for a larger view of everything. I love Picasa3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm amazed at how patiently you have all waited for pictures!  No one has demanded them yet.  Of course, our parents and Aunt J have all toured the house itself, which is way better than pictures anyway.  But still, you must all be very polite.  I would not have been so.  Maybe I'm rude?&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time at the house today.  C has been diligently working on re-keying the locks, re-programming the garage door code and trying to replace the outside door to the garage that has a massive doggy-door in it.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a day of telling the neighbors too.  It's nice that they are all so happy about us getting the house.  I guess that means they like us as much as we like them!  Always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;Monday my day will be spent calling utilities, painters and figuring out what order I want to do the cleaning in.  You should see the oven.  Ewww.  And they are still some dishes in the kitchen.  As in, dishes.  In the dishwasher.  Can you say garbage?  Totally not green, but, yeah.  I think I may be calling on my friends to come and help me scrub.&lt;br /&gt;But just check out that master bath tub!  I'm so excited to get heat turned up and the bathroom cleaned, moved into and soak in that tub!  Now you know where the baby is likely to be born as well.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6100877672077998192?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6100877672077998192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6100877672077998192' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6100877672077998192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6100877672077998192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-of-house.html' title='Pictures of the house'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWkzqqvgaFI/AAAAAAAABF0/P4f_eglq05s/s72-c/1-10-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6889923624863578906</id><published>2009-01-09T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:49:50.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>We signed papers on a house tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Monday mid-day we should be the official owners of 2 houses.  Well, you know, the mortgage-payers on 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;But it's done.  I don't have to stress every day now about what the bank will come up with next.  I just have to stress about getting moved into one house and the other one sold.  But our real estate agent has been more than awesome.  So I think I know who to call to get that last part taken care of!&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to call all the neighbors on their offers of help in moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6889923624863578906?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6889923624863578906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6889923624863578906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6889923624863578906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6889923624863578906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-5929976874908763819</id><published>2009-01-08T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:42:29.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>About the house</title><content type='html'>I hope by posting about this I'm not jinxing it.  But it's been one heckuva week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed an extension up to the 6th.  Figuring that since the foreclosure auction was scheduled for the 7th, surely if we were to get the house, it would be done by the 6th, right?&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;It started with the banks not even attempting to get back to us until after Christmas.  They wanted more money.  10K more and were being stick in the mud about it.  We went up a bit, but they were firm.  Fine, we said.&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the 6th.  Mid DAY, the second lien holder decides they want more money.  Won't sign papers till they get it.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, dudes, you can get some money from us purchasing the house through short sale or NONE if it goes to auction.  That's right.  ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;The real estate agents, desperate to close the deal and get paid are thinking humans and offer some of their commission.  They are smart enough to realize that something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;First position says fine, pay all you want, we get it all.&lt;br /&gt;Banks are greedy goobs.  Greedy obnoxious goobs.  I could say more, but I try to remain somewhat family friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 11th hour, the bank files papers to cancel the forecloure auction.  As in, 1 hour before the auction, it got cancelled.  C of course, was already on his way there.  Took a day off work.  They said we could sign papers that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Paperwork got to the final bank last night.  They closed and went home.&lt;br /&gt;In theory we could sign papers today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding my breath.  I have a life to live.&lt;br /&gt;On the funny side, the real estate agents have been using my pregnancy as some sort of leverage.  They tell the bankers that they need to not add stress to my life because I could go into labor.  Seems they are heartless goobs as well.&lt;br /&gt;Want a heads up on who NOT to bank with? I'll tell you after I have papers in my hot little hands. It's a small world, you never know, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-5929976874908763819?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/5929976874908763819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=5929976874908763819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5929976874908763819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/5929976874908763819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-house.html' title='About the house'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3731649933399067019</id><published>2009-01-08T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:02:12.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other people think out way better ways to say this stuff</title><content type='html'>I am lucky to have "met" through the world of cyber-space, &lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;.  She is a birthing/breastfeeding/knitting goddess!&lt;br /&gt;And she headed up the &lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/2008/12/palo-alto-nurse-in.html"&gt;nursing picture protest against Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.  She got a bit of flak from other Mormons about breastfeeding modesty.  I love, love, love how she put her response.  So well thought out and articulate and brilliant.  Since I agree wholeheartedly with everything she has said, I'll just send you over to her blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/2009/01/modesty-and-breastfeeding.html"&gt;Go&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/2009/01/modesty-and-breastfeeding.html"&gt; click&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/2009/01/modesty-and-breastfeeding.html"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://itsallaboutthehat.blogspot.com/2009/01/modesty-and-breastfeeding.html"&gt;ponder&lt;/a&gt;.  And tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think the US needs to get over the whole breasts=sex hangup.  Nope, sorry, my breasts are for feeding kids.  Got a problem with that?  Deal with it with your therapist.  But babies have a right to eat.  Personally I think people yelling into cell phones, stuffing their faces with processed food and wearing ugly clothes are more repulsive.  Much more.  Can I tell them to go do it in private then? Why not?  I think I may.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey buddy!  That food looks disgusting.  And you have no manners whatsoever in eating it.  Go away."&lt;br /&gt;Can I kick someone off an airplane for slurping a Pepsi? It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Can I force people who wear their pants so low it shows their underwear to cover up?&lt;br /&gt;Can I please, please tell girls who wear low rider pants low enough to show their g-string to wrap a blanket around their butt?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm opinionated anyway.  And hormonal to boot.  Watch out world!&lt;br /&gt;I just scared my poor husband, didn't I dear?&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling he won't be going out in public with me for awhile.  Nah, he will.  He loves me.  And he's brave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3731649933399067019?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3731649933399067019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3731649933399067019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3731649933399067019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3731649933399067019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/other-people-think-out-way-better-ways.html' title='Other people think out way better ways to say this stuff'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-341156010108878252</id><published>2009-01-05T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:42:54.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c'/><title type='text'>Just lucky ol' me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My scientist at work.&lt;br /&gt;It started snowing last night again and M asked what would happen to the Dead Sea if it froze.  We explained that would be nigh on impossible given a) it's geographical location and b) it's salinity.  "But what if it got to 0 degrees for 2 weeks?"  he wanted to know.  Dad suggested he run an experiment.  He kept notes even (reluctantly-mom's can be just horrid), and recorded his process, hypothesis and observations.&lt;br /&gt;He stirred in as much salt as his jar of water would hold, drew a line at the water level, capped it and put it in the freezer overnight.  The result?  Salt water doesn't even come close to freezing in the freezer overnight.  Gets dang cold-but no ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUEEaDbsI/AAAAAAAABFk/tR07_R131sw/s1600-h/DSCN0134.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUEEaDbsI/AAAAAAAABFk/tR07_R131sw/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022078853967554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and her boys.  Can you tell she likes them?  Adores, spoils, thinks the world of--yup, true grandma.  She had one on her lap.  Another felt a little left out.  The third noticed that Grandma had become the place to be and well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDyj7OtI/AAAAAAAABFc/E-mEg_5dgc8/s1600-h/DSCN0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDyj7OtI/AAAAAAAABFc/E-mEg_5dgc8/s320/DSCN0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022074063534802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M with his new cousin.  She was born in October and it took FOREVER, I mean, months, for me to finally meet her.  Her momma handed her over first thing, lickety split.  Such a smart woman.  I am quite in love with my nieces!  Of course, can you blame me?  Just look at her!  And she and M seemed to totally hit it off too.  Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDgCs5-I/AAAAAAAABFU/VS3tofyIfN4/s1600-h/DSCN0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDgCs5-I/AAAAAAAABFU/VS3tofyIfN4/s320/DSCN0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022069092345826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the past few, well, 15 months, we've been struggling with E's sleep.  I am trying to be good about implementing the strategies outlined in Elizabeth Pantley's book, The No-Cry Sleep Solution.  It's a great book, I just need to be more disciplined.  And maybe not be so careless as to leave trade secrets lying around.  Maybe this is why some of them aren't working as well as I'd hoped.  Someone got a heads up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDiLVsZI/AAAAAAAABFM/AICGOkp4ikI/s1600-h/DSCN0105.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUDiLVsZI/AAAAAAAABFM/AICGOkp4ikI/s320/DSCN0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022069665444242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally, the joys of my life, my guys.  Every gal should be as lucky as me!  Aren't they a great looking bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUCycu05I/AAAAAAAABFE/2bwZ7-Zk7Js/s1600-h/DSCN0096.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUCycu05I/AAAAAAAABFE/2bwZ7-Zk7Js/s320/DSCN0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288022056853492626" 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/23761247-341156010108878252?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/341156010108878252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=341156010108878252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/341156010108878252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/341156010108878252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-lucky-ol-me.html' title='Just lucky ol&apos; me'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SWLUEEaDbsI/AAAAAAAABFk/tR07_R131sw/s72-c/DSCN0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6689316864497906078</id><published>2009-01-03T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:43:19.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c'/><title type='text'>Annivesary Inn</title><content type='html'>C and I love the &lt;a href="http://anniversaryinn.com/index.php"&gt;Anniversary Inn&lt;/a&gt;.  It's so much fun.  Some of you have been there, or at least know what it is.  For the rest of you, I will enlighten.&lt;br /&gt;It's a hotel/B&amp;amp;B for couples only.  Each room has a theme and is decorated to the hilt for it.  The first time we stayed there, M was about 2 and C's parents got us a room on a special deal.  It was fairly new to Boise at the time.  We stayed in the &lt;a href="http://anniversaryinn.com/rooms.php?room=33"&gt;Sleeping Beauty Castle&lt;/a&gt;.  It was amazing and we knew we wanted to go back as soon as we could.  It took C actually getting a job so we could afford it, but we have been back 3 times since then.  Our stays have been in the &lt;a href="http://anniversaryinn.com/rooms.php?room=15"&gt;Oregon Trail&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://anniversaryinn.com/rooms.php?room=21"&gt;South Pacific&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://anniversaryinn.com/rooms.php?room=31"&gt;Enchanted Forest&lt;/a&gt;.  We have full intention of continuing!  I'd love to stay in, well most of the rooms.  Not much desire for Biker's Roadhouse, Sport's Central, or Fisherman's Wharf.  Just me.  Other's love those rooms and I'm glad they have them.&lt;br /&gt;What do we love about it?  First of all, the service is great.  It's also just for adults who want to get away.  No loud groups or screaming kids.  Don't get me wrong, I wish more places were kid-friendly, but now and then, I want to get away!&lt;br /&gt;The design of the rooms also makes for a complete getaway.  It's not just a bed and bathroom.  You can see from the rooms that there is a complete theme.  The 2 person tubs are jetted, and many have clever waterfall showers.  Oregon trail has a shower falling from the spouts of 3 glass wine bottles.  The forest-themed rooms have "rock" outcroppings with water falling over.  How fun!  The beds are not just thrown in the middle of the room.  In Sleeping Beauty's Castle, you sleep in a round bed in a turret.   The Oregon Trail bed is in a covered wagon.  Look around, you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Included in the room is a big screen tv or screen with DVD player and free DVD checkout.  2 at a time.  And breakfast and cheesecake.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;The rooms are expensive at first look.  But with what is included, I think it sure beats a nice hotel.  We have stayed in a fancy hotel downtown Portland that really was about the same price.  When it cam down to it, it was just a room.  Meh.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are ever in Boise, Logan or Salt Lake and have a chance to run away for a night or two, DO IT!  You'll be so glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I sound like an ad.  Stepping down now.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6689316864497906078?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6689316864497906078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6689316864497906078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6689316864497906078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6689316864497906078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2009/01/annivesary-inn.html' title='Annivesary Inn'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4339647191535814465</id><published>2008-12-31T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:31:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes there were a few highlights.  I got a new niece.  Yay!  And finally got to meet her.  She's perfect of course.&lt;br /&gt;We found out we're expecting.  Exciting and scary all at the same time.  Somedays it doesn't seem like such a good idea, but that is parenthood in general I find.&lt;br /&gt;There were also definite low lights.  Times I never want to live through again as long as I live.  I suppose we survived and maybe came out stronger-who knows.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;And it really doesn't look like we'll be getting the house.  The bank is being an obnoxious machine.  Fine, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 we have things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting our new baby.&lt;br /&gt;The kids getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly looking for another house or maybe experiencing our first major remodel.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope there is more joy in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crossing my fingers&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4339647191535814465?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4339647191535814465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4339647191535814465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4339647191535814465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4339647191535814465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2008'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3812435740218508872</id><published>2008-12-21T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:51:27.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My guys in the snow&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SU8aLiD8cGI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZsKleFmD8o8/s1600-h/first+snowfall+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282469673353113698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SU8aLiD8cGI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZsKleFmD8o8/s320/first+snowfall+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We finally gave up on waiting for the house to close before going home for Christmas.  So we caught a lull between storms and drove down on Friday.  It was a bit hairier than we expected, but we &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; make it.  Only had to put on chains once, and very few threats to the kids lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It did turn from a normally 7-8 hour trip to an 11 hour trip.  E may be a bit traumatized, but should get over it in time for the return trip, right?  I did discover that those fruit sticks and cheese puffs from Gerber will get us a few hours.  It also makes for some mighty interesting diapers the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are really grateful to have made it here safely.  Our hometown is under a blanket of snow, ice and more snow.  Aunt J is snowed in and can't get out to Idaho.  She had a flight scheduled for today, but it looks like Christmas day is the soonest she can get out.   We will have to play it by ear to see when we can actually get home.  There should be a break in the weather by the weekend, allowing us to get through.  If worse weather comes through,  we are fortunate that C can take more time off work if he really needs to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The kids are having a great time with PapaCoyote and GrandmaJ.  As you can see in the picture, they've all been out in the snow.  I, on the other hand, have been perfectly content to stay inside with my knitting and blankets!  I can't wait to see if my brother and his family can make it out here tomorrow so I can my hands on my new niece!  And my little L too.  I am one happy auntie.  Just ask me how cute my nieces are. I dare you!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E is having fun with all the space to run around, but has apparently decided that letting mom sleep is ridiculous.  I finally got him settled down to where he could sleep in the crook of my arm just so by 3:30am last night.  And has been running full tilt all day.  Argghh!  I'm thinking I'm seeing signs of bedtime now though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas, and happy winter holidays to all!  Hope you all are warm and dry in the midst of all these storms.&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/23761247-3812435740218508872?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3812435740218508872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3812435740218508872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3812435740218508872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3812435740218508872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet Home'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SU8aLiD8cGI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZsKleFmD8o8/s72-c/first+snowfall+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3074185983126439617</id><published>2008-12-17T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:56:29.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>I promise, I deliver.  Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO7E3IoWI/AAAAAAAABE0/j61mYUuE_CE/s1600-h/DSC_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO7E3IoWI/AAAAAAAABE0/j61mYUuE_CE/s320/DSC_2493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909183637037410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stitches.  They still look good and fresh in this picture.  He proceeded to pop the 2 middle ones and open the wound back up within 36 hours.  We taped him back up since they can't redo stitches.  Boy that made him mad!  He is bandage free again.  I think he has maybe one stitch left, but it is mostly healed up.  I think it is in that healing and itchy stage now.  We'll see if he learned anything at all from this experience.  I'm not thinking anything useful.  He still climbs on the oven.  Maybe the lesson just doesn't cross situations very well.  Oh, never mind.  I just pulled him off the very same arm of the very same couch.  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO6PfyEcI/AAAAAAAABEs/Xo56s_z-9fw/s1600-h/DSC_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO6PfyEcI/AAAAAAAABEs/Xo56s_z-9fw/s320/DSC_2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909169312010690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Le Belly.  This is the 19 week shot. As if I"m keeping up with weekly shots.  That was the idea, but apparently you have to be awake.  I'm not really in this picture.  Once the kids go to bed, I turn into the mommy zombie.  My poor husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO53gvAqI/AAAAAAAABEk/VR3LerrKwRI/s1600-h/DSC_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO53gvAqI/AAAAAAAABEk/VR3LerrKwRI/s320/DSC_2345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909162873553570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole happy family.  See, they clean up pretty good, don't they?  Our temple has a beautiful atrium where you can have pictures taken.  It's so nice and warm and full of tropical plants.  It is in the lobby so anyone can go in.  If you are ever in Portland, I encourage you to stop in.  It is especially enticing this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought the boys looked so handsome in their white clothes.  They got to keep the bow ties.  The couple who runs the nursery that is for families who are being sealed is so sweet.  She hand sews bowties for all the boys and bibs for all the babies. I have no idea what she does for the girls--not having had that experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO5qGlF_I/AAAAAAAABEc/gCMuW4cP5LI/s1600-h/DSC_2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO5qGlF_I/AAAAAAAABEc/gCMuW4cP5LI/s320/DSC_2320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280909159274190834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is way late, and I apologize, but M's 10th birthday.  He is officially a double-digiter! He was pretty excited for this birthday. It was so nice to have grandma and grandpa here too.  That's PapaCoyote there next to M.  He has been without reliable internet and so hasn't been keeping up his blog.  So sad.  I miss reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3074185983126439617?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3074185983126439617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3074185983126439617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3074185983126439617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3074185983126439617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SUmO7E3IoWI/AAAAAAAABE0/j61mYUuE_CE/s72-c/DSC_2493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8431739596214681594</id><published>2008-12-12T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:52:11.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun and games</title><content type='html'>I figure I'll just pop in once a month or so and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, 15 month old children cannot fly.  They are surrounded by guardian angels and that is why they do not get hurt more than they do.  But they cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from a family outing to the ER.  E now has a lovely collection of stitches above his left eye.  He was climbing on the couch as usual, playing with the light.  He got it on and off (so proud!) and turned just so.  He bounced his head back and forth between the arm of the futon and the end table.  He screamed.  C and I both saw.  C got to him first.  Not too concerned as he does this a few times a week. But then C asked for help.  Apparently the warm wet feeling down the front of his shirt made him feel something was amiss.  After mopping up much blood and thinking it looked a bit deep, I threw clothes at everyone so we could head off to our friendly local emergency room. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as E was settled into the car, he calmed right down. I questioned by call to take him in.  We decided to go ahead and get it checked.  Good thing, as the doc on call took barely a look and proclaimed stitches were definitely in order.  I took the older boys out while they wrapped and sewed they poor babe up.  The nurse commented on just how strong he is.  And introduced herself.  Something about getting to know each other over the course of the next few years?  I think she likes me.  Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still pregnant.  And out of the "is she or isn't she" stage.  So people now feel comfortable congratulating me.  Mostly I feel really good.  Very healthy, baby looks good.  I have another midwife appt on Tuesday.  I really enjoy them.  I have an awesome midwife.  Which is comforting. I do still have the hip issue.  Basically, the way my ligaments are softening is leading to a little too much separation.  Walking is getting painful.  I cannot lift one leg independent of the other without pain.  I move a lot slower.  And I take awhile to get upstairs.  Hopefully this will go away quickly after the birth.  If you know of someone who was in pain forever after birth, I don't want to hear about it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;The baby is getting more active and that is so much fun.  C and the boys have even felt kicks.  It's real!  This one seems to be a bit more mellow.  We'll see if the pattern holds.  I really need a mellow child.  Isn't my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still waiting on the house.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.  Short sales suck.  We just got paperwork that extends the closing date to the 23rd of Dec.  Not sure I believe anyone will be ready to sign stuff then even.  The way the are dragging their feet.  C'mon people.  I'm offering to BUY the house.  As in PAY for it.  It won't sit empty.  You don't have to risk a foreclosure auction.  Just GIVE ME THE HOUSE ALREADY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have an opinion on this.  How could  you tell?&lt;br /&gt;We have paint and flooring picked out.  We have a plan of attack.  I just need a house to go with said plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end on a good note, on the 29th of November, we got to take E to the temple to be sealed to us.  It was a great day and we are so happy to have all of the adoption stuff (well, almost all) done with.  Now we are just a plain ol' eternal family.  To read more about what this means to us, you &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/membership-in-christ-s-church/forever-families"&gt;can go here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I find the camera, I'll post pictures. Or steal some from C's camera.  I think I lost a few things that day.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8431739596214681594?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8431739596214681594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8431739596214681594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8431739596214681594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8431739596214681594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-and-games.html' title='Fun and games'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8990108088274473490</id><published>2008-11-21T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:00:25.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So overdue for an update</title><content type='html'>The one picture I took at Haloween.  Just before heading out to the Harvest Festival and Trick or Treating.  Hey, at least I got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SSdC5vdWfgI/AAAAAAAABD8/SjGgcRHmZTc/s1600-h/DSCN0080.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SSdC5vdWfgI/AAAAAAAABD8/SjGgcRHmZTc/s320/DSCN0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271255448620006914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so very bad about pictures lately.  I do mean to do better.  Maybe if you all harp on me a bit more I'll do something about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go through and update person by person.&lt;br /&gt;E is growing and growing, as one would expect a 14 month old to do.  He can now climb just about anything, and gets immensly frustrated when things don't go his way.  Talking seems to be the next big thing.  In addition to "daddy" and "doggy", he now says "uh oh" "hi"  "up" and some sort of mumble that sounds like all done.  And he can shake his head very emphatically.  I think he said "baba" for bottle yesterday too.  This is the age when it is nice that they can start communicating more instead of just screaming.  I keep trying to teach him to sign, but he is not the least bit interested.  Bit stubborn this one!&lt;br /&gt;The challenge with E lately has been nights.  He wakes up a lot, often because he is wet.  I just can't keep him dry at night.  I tried a heavy wool cover with 2 large prefolds and a costco microfiber towell in the middle.  Soaked by 2.  I've gone to just the Huggies overnight diapers (yuck) and change them when he wakes around 2 or three.  He got mad at the layers of cloth I was using because he couldn't roll around as much as he is used to.  I'm trying to re-read the &lt;a href="http://www.pantley.com/elizabeth/books/0071381392.php"&gt;No Cry Sleep Solution&lt;/a&gt; so I can remember the techniques in there.  He did do better last night, and I hope it's a trend.  I really need some sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is growing fast too.  He has gotten so tall just in the last little while.  I really need to go through his dresser and get rid of the 489763 clothes that don't fit, but he keeps trying to put on.  He knows he is getting bigger and has the cutest strut.  He also keeps getting more and more handsome.  I may have to lock him up in a few years to keep the girls at bay.  We'll see.  G is loving learning about letters and shapes.  He refuses to learn colors though.  It's not that he's color-blind at all, he just doesn't want to learn the names for the colors.  Silly kid. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and as we've been working on getting the new house, everytime I say it's time to pick up or start putting anything away, he asks, "is it time to move?"  And sounds so excited about it!  G is my sweet helper kid.  Everytime I start cooking, he pulls up a stool.  Often he just gets pulled off it by E, but he sincerely wants to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is so much a 10 year old boy.  He wants to live on the computer.  Now that he has Spore to play, it's even worse!  He spent over 6 hours on the computer yesterday!  I'm not sure today, but less, I think.  I'm kinda hoping he gets it out of his system a bit.  I'll cut him back on computer time next week for sure!&lt;br /&gt;We are right back where we were with the homeschooling. I had tried to be more structured about it, but it makes us all such nasty people, it is poisonous!  At least now he is reading like crazy. So I don't worry about it.  I figure as long as he is reading a variety of books and showing interest in lots of things, we're fine.  He's only 10 after all!  And he does ask me all kinds of questions after reading a book.  We look up geography info, chemistry, religions, you name it.  I'm happy with that.  Till my next panic anyway. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying mostly sane through all of my kids antics.  I do wonder about pregnancy hormones frequently.  I do admit that sleep deprivation combined with said hormones is sometimes a very ugly business!  I'm now at 15 weeks and feeling great as far as pregnancy symptoms go. I can feel the baby move now and then-no hard kicks, but bumps and rolls.   I was very excited to start feeling that.  It makes it more real.  When it has been 10 years since my last pregnancy, the whole thing does seem pretty sureal.  I am getting excited about the birth and getting to meet this newest family member.  As far as being a mom to 4 kids, well, "I think I can" is my mantra.  We'll do fine I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;We just finished up with Village Home and won't be going back next term.  We still love Village, I just needed to find ways to cut a few extra $$ out of the spending.  That's a quick way to do it.  By the time we pay registration, then gas there and back and incidental expenses while up there, well it adds up.  I'm also re-learning other frugal habits.  Sad how good I was in college, and now--not so good.  I think I'm making improvements though.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is all because of the house.  We just got word that the bank is reviewing the file and we "should" hear back soon.  I don't know what soon means.  But the sellers have signed their paperwork.  So if the bank says yes, we can close right away.  But then, that means paying 2 mortgages.  We can do it, but it will be tight, obviously.  My goal is to get that house ready, our stuff over there and this one spiffed up really fast.  Then try to promote the heck out of our house.&lt;br /&gt;Say, any of my readers want a cute house in a great neighborhood?  I know a good one!  There's even some homeschoolers in the neighborhood!&lt;br /&gt;I've also taken some time to do some knitting. I need to get pictures taken, but I have finished a sweater for me, socks for G and a diaper soaker for E from some of the yarn J and I dyed.  Next up is socks for M.  Then I have socks to finish for me.  No holiday knitting this year.  I wasn't brave enough to commit to that, and now I'm glad I didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is still at the same job.  They have announced voluntary cutbacks, but so far he seems to be in a relatively safe position.  Hopefully it stays that way.  He hasn't had much time to do his photography lately, which is a shame.  Maybe I'll kick him out sometime this week or next to do that.  I mean, if you want to sweetie!  He is such an awesome man.  Even though he has been tired too, he works hard to take care of us.  He makes sure to spend time with the boys in the evenings, do dishes and help with housework, gives me back and foot rubs, and goes along with my crazy ideas.  What a man.  Sigh*Swoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is probably much more, but that will have to suffice for now.  I'll try to take some pictures and post more regularly.   Try being the operative word here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8990108088274473490?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8990108088274473490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8990108088274473490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8990108088274473490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8990108088274473490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-overdue-for-update.html' title='So overdue for an update'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SSdC5vdWfgI/AAAAAAAABD8/SjGgcRHmZTc/s72-c/DSCN0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-1006642682127955490</id><published>2008-11-13T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:35:17.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6dbcf36c0c271f5a" 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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dbcf36c0c271f5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331016516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76926CE5DA0BE2599EFFB52BF516704DECC083FF.3A181DA936B9AC2CEF4C2F419770EF3567CB5DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dbcf36c0c271f5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdmwE8a7dmis0XbRBdz5wUKBhcoU&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://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6dbcf36c0c271f5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331016516%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76926CE5DA0BE2599EFFB52BF516704DECC083FF.3A181DA936B9AC2CEF4C2F419770EF3567CB5DB3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6dbcf36c0c271f5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdmwE8a7dmis0XbRBdz5wUKBhcoU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I decided a video would be the most helpful.  Trying to figure out just what pictures would convey the most important information didn't seem productive.  And I'll add text instructions to clarify. I'm using "him" since that's what I've got! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with the center of the wrap, place this on the baby's shoulders.  I like to wrap it over his arms a bit to make sure it stays in place.  Grab the shoulders and swing him up over your back.  If you like higher up, just make sure to start him out there.  Then, leaning forward, pull the wrap tightly to the front.  My Hoppediz wrap has color highlighted selvages which is very helpful!  Keeping these sides tight in your hands, wad up the wrap and tie once in front.  For higher up babies, tie above your breasts, for lower, below.  Women how have a bit "more" than me seem to like to tie above the breasts too.&lt;br /&gt;Holding one end between your knees, pull the other end up over your shoulder and behind baby.  Make sure not to twist as you do this.  Before E decided he always had to have his arms free no matter what, I always wrapped his arms in too.  Much more secure.  Cross the wrap over the bum and under the opposite leg.  Hold that end between your knees and repeat with the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Now bring both ends together and tie in a secure knot.  I used to tie at my belly, but now I tie over my belly. &lt;br /&gt;A slight variation of this is to make sure the wrap begins off center.  That way, when you get to the final knot, you will be able to tie it off to the side.  This is helpful for doing household chores--like dishes, cleaning bathrooms, that kind of thing.  Or anytime you are worried about the knot in front.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you make sure you are keeping the wrap taut as you tie, this is a very secure way to carry your baby.  I think E lived in this wrap for several months!  I was able to get chores done, go on hikes, take walks with the kids (without worrying about whether or not a stroller could go there!) go shopping, and go to cultural events.  Wrapping keeps the baby close, warm and secure.  I never have to worry about dealing with strollers, baby getting fussy, or darting away.  It also means that he doesn't change my center of gravity much.  We decided that this beat the Kelty backpack hands down!  Baby just feels so much lighter in the wrap.&lt;br /&gt;There are also lots of instructions on the web for front carries for younger babies.  I did use the rucksack carry some when E was little.  If I get a chance (and can remember how!) I'll try to get a video up of that one.&lt;br /&gt;This tie looks complicated, I agree.  I always get tons of looks, and nervous offers of help when I tie it in public.  But after a few practice runs, I felt comfortable enough to do it on my own, and I never looked back.  This is hands down the most comfortable way to carry a baby.  I encourage you to try it.  If you don't own a wrap (and why don't you??!!), a purchased one is indeed very nice.  But you can also make one by purchasing 5-6 yards of fabric, cutting down the middle, and finishing the edges.  Cheap, simple lifesaver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-1006642682127955490?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6dbcf36c0c271f5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/1006642682127955490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=1006642682127955490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1006642682127955490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/1006642682127955490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-i-decided-video-would-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-228638873196902907</id><published>2008-11-13T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:42:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Babywearing Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://babywearinginternational.org/pages/babywearingweek.php/"&gt;I meant to do something earlier this week&lt;/a&gt;.  Seems some weeks get away from me like that.  I want to do a tutorial of backwears and plan to get those pictures done tonight.  For now, here's some &lt;a href="http://rasjane.blogspot.com/search/label/babywearing"&gt;babywearing pictures from past posts.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-228638873196902907?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/228638873196902907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=228638873196902907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/228638873196902907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/228638873196902907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-babywearing-week.html' title='Happy Babywearing Week'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-4368420252057662716</id><published>2008-11-13T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:39:37.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homebirth safety</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time. I hope to have blogging time soon.  For now, here's a link to tons of homebirth safety references. It's a long page, but has tons of good information and links to studies.&lt;br /&gt;http://gentlebirth.org/archives/homsafty.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-4368420252057662716?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/4368420252057662716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=4368420252057662716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4368420252057662716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/4368420252057662716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/homebirth-safety.html' title='Homebirth safety'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3095032966218460103</id><published>2008-11-04T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:24:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The giant floor pillow</title><content type='html'>Awhile back, C found a giant floor pillow online and bought it.  It came in 2 giant boxes.  One for the covers, and one (or 2, I can't remember) for the stuffing. I put it all together and set it up.  Instant hit with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Every kid that comes over makes a beeline for the pillow. It is a giant purple kid magnet in the middle of our living room.  The great thing about it is that it is totally open ended piece of furniture.  The kids play on it when they can't be outside.  We can snuggle on it as a family.  We can lean against it to watch movies.  M has figured out how to incorporate it into furniture forts.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, everyone who comes over wants to know where we got it.  I didn't know.  So C found where to get one.  Now you too can have a giant pillow taking up all kinds of space in your living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-pillow-place.com/site/439372/page/920013"&gt;Here it is&lt;/a&gt;.  Knock yourself out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3095032966218460103?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3095032966218460103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3095032966218460103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3095032966218460103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3095032966218460103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/giant-floor-pillow.html' title='The giant floor pillow'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-7503915793744745957</id><published>2008-11-01T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:57:21.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See, there's no rule</title><content type='html'>I am LDS.  I am a Democrat.  (mostly)  Sometimes that makes me feel like a bit of an outsider.  Sorry, I just don't choose the issue of abortion over the issues of education, war, caring for the poor, respecting other nations, and preserving the lives of everyone over 7 months gestation.  That was a sarcastic apology btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ldslivingonline.com/article.php?articleId=79643"&gt;This statement has been issued before&lt;/a&gt;, but has been re-issued in more detail.  Now I have "official" backing.  Like I needed it.  But still, I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://brightonwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brightonwoman&lt;/a&gt; had &lt;a href="http://sciencebysteve.net/?p=394"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; on her blog.  An excellent reason to NOT vote for McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy Birthday to Me.  It's kinda weird being now a year older than my mom was when she had me.  Not sure why, it just is.  Like a milestone or something.  Thanks Mom.  I'm glad to be your daughter.  You too Dad. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-7503915793744745957?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/7503915793744745957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=7503915793744745957' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7503915793744745957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/7503915793744745957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/11/see-theres-no-rule.html' title='See, there&apos;s no rule'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8567423837788491109</id><published>2008-10-30T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:57:12.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$7,210</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQn0mF8S2KI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6pfFsm-upB0/s1600-h/DSCN0039.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQn0mF8S2KI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6pfFsm-upB0/s320/DSCN0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263006574826412194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this picture?  Nice yard, eh?  The kids want to keep it as a prairie.  The law says it needs to have a few less weeds.&lt;br /&gt;I called a couple of landscape companies to give bids on what it would cost to get the yard into livable condition.  Not show condition.  Not stun you neighbors condition. Just passable.  Back to bare bones we can plant our own plants condition.&lt;br /&gt;The first bid came in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$7,210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEYIIIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 Grand&lt;/span&gt; to haul out weeds and dump some dirt on the lawn.  Then come back in the spring and sprinkle some seed on the lawn to fill in the areas where they would fill in holes.&lt;br /&gt;We may be in the wrong line of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8567423837788491109?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8567423837788491109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8567423837788491109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8567423837788491109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8567423837788491109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/7210.html' title='$7,210'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQn0mF8S2KI/AAAAAAAAAxI/6pfFsm-upB0/s72-c/DSCN0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6851210133037703627</id><published>2008-10-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:01:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin patch</title><content type='html'>On Friday, we went to the pumpkin patch with our friends.  What a fun day.  We started with a tractor ride out to the pumpkins, where there were lots of perfect pumkins to choose from.  It was a tough decision, but we managed to get 3 good ones home.  After loading them into the car, the kids played in the hay maze, the playground, the haystacks and got to see the goats and chickens.  It must have been an excited day because K went into labor the very next day and delivered a beautiful baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWboH7wBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QLRrHjch5LM/s1600-h/DSCN0028.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWboH7wBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QLRrHjch5LM/s320/DSCN0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340090977042450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbdH8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAww/-k9_WTaFf4s/s1600-h/DSCN0025.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbdH8Y4I/AAAAAAAAAww/-k9_WTaFf4s/s320/DSCN0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340088024294274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E has a new talent.  Actually, he's been working on climbing a long time.  Since before he could walk, really.  But he just learned how to get up on the chairs without tipping them over.  Is this not the look of pride in a job well done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbAdTvXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eeaDpzsCem4/s1600-h/DSCN0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbAdTvXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/eeaDpzsCem4/s320/DSCN0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340080329276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I haven't taken as many pictures lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbK_1-NI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LyyUQZdY7Sk/s1600-h/DSCN0010.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWbK_1-NI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LyyUQZdY7Sk/s320/DSCN0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340083158481106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He grabs the camera everytime I bring it out.  And he doesn't make a happy face when I don't give it to him.  Make picture taking mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWa1CMJDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2GLpYlaBOXE/s1600-h/DSCN0003.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWa1CMJDI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2GLpYlaBOXE/s320/DSCN0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262340077262742578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Doggie"  is his word.  I think he says daddy too, but it sounds just like doggie, so you have to go by context.  He signs all done.  But mostly, he walks around chanting "doggie"  He says it really clear to!  From the time he wakes up, till bedtime, "doggie."  I'm happy he's talking, I just hope he expands his repetoire soon.  Parents, they're never satisfied, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeYELZlgOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/RAN2qEjMZW8/s1600-h/DSCN0039.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/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeYELZlgOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/RAN2qEjMZW8/s320/DSCN0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262341887152718050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The backyard of the house down the street.  In front is the "grassy" area.  It was probably once just the regular green grass run of the mill yard part.  Through the right hand gate is the garden area.  Behind the greenhouse are (I think) 3 apple trees.  We tasted them and they are yummy!  Through the left hand arbor gate is the deck and hot tub slab.  We'd probably forgo the hot tub, but it would be a great patio, and the deck has a bench which you can see the back of.  There is a fire pit set up on the deck too.   Not sure if the owner would take that or not, but there is a brick area all set up for it.  I called a couple of landscape companies today to get quotes on bringing the yard back to neighborhood standards. I'm really curious what they'll say.  We wouldn't hire it done I don't think.  It's just to help our case in making a lower offer.  IF we make an offer.  (See Honey, I said IF.  In all CAPS!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6851210133037703627?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6851210133037703627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6851210133037703627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6851210133037703627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6851210133037703627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin patch'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SQeWboH7wBI/AAAAAAAAAw4/QLRrHjch5LM/s72-c/DSCN0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-3587086503768542425</id><published>2008-10-23T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:22:50.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day</title><content type='html'>Today started out slow.  Real slow.  At 11 when my friend called, I was still my pj's.  I was planning to take a shower when I put E down for a nap.  I prefer to shower without his help pulling the curtain open.  Anyway, I threw on some clothes since she was on her way over.  I spend maybe 3 minutes handstitching a repair on her wedding dress she's selling.&lt;br /&gt;Made lunch, read some.  Considered doing some housework so I loaded the dishwasher.  Yay me!  And I put the roast in the crockpot. I find it easier to cook dinner earlier in the day.  It sounds better then.&lt;br /&gt;But the really good news is 2 fold.  First, I finally found the listing agent on the house and she called me back.  She is one person who actually seems eager to sell the house!  I have entrance codes for the house so we can go check it out and have it inspected whenever we want. Hopefully we can get an offer in ASAP for the bank to start reviewing.  Finally is feeling like this might happen!&lt;br /&gt;Second, my sewing machine has been in the shop for 2 1/2 weeks!  And they just called saying it's done and I can pick it up.  Of course, they tell me this AFTER C is already on his way home, having forgotten his cell today.  Oh well, tomorrow.  Then I can start sewing M's costume.  Think I'm cutting it close?  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just excited to start making myself some clothes that fit!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you are in the Portland area and would like to make up some blankets (or have extras) &lt;a href="http://www.legacyhealth.org/body.cfm?id=1828#portland"&gt;Legacy Emmanuel Children's Hospital&lt;/a&gt; needs baby blankets.  Email me if you'd like to donate, or just drop them off there.  They can be made out of pretty much anything, just standard baby blanket size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-3587086503768542425?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/3587086503768542425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=3587086503768542425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3587086503768542425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/3587086503768542425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-day.html' title='Good day'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-6490038650024510853</id><published>2008-10-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:58:10.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Here they come</title><content type='html'>The catalogs have started to descend upon us.&lt;br /&gt;Since the first one arrived on Saturday, the boys have fought over it back and forth.  Now the second one is here.  If you don't count Nova's catalog that comes earlier in the year.  I'm sure its the beginning of the flood.&lt;br /&gt;I hear chants of "an' I wan' ______".  Or, "Mom, come look at this!"  Yes, I already looked at the catalog dear.  And no, I don't need to look at every item 15 more times just to verify that it is a wonder of a toy.  Yes, I'm sure it would be lots of fun and entertainment.  But, in concert with the 15 million toys we already own, and the complete inventory of that catalog that you also want, I sincerely doubt it would ever get touched.  Much less remembered.&lt;br /&gt;I have contemplated for weeks now dumping all they toys that get scattered and ignored, or even the ones which reside quietly in the closet upstairs.  So quiet in fact I'm not sure the boys remember they own them.  What if I just had one very teeny box of toys in the whole house?  I imagine they would really and truly play with those toys.  Or continue to play with the cushions and blankets and pots and pans and boxes they find lying around.  Well, lying around because they played with them this morning and no one picked them up.&lt;br /&gt;I do have a kitchen toy ban.  Meaning no toys in the kitchen.  I consider it a hazard to have small toys underfoot when I'm carrying hot dishes and knives!  And every evening after dinner all the living room toys have to be back in their bins.  We do pretty well all things considered.  But I wonder what our living room would look like if I could spend that evening time folding the laundry that has taken up permanent residence on the black chair instead of hovering over the toy and kitchen cleanup.  And would there be fewer squabbles if the living room and bedroom and stairs and hallway and closets were not littered with toys.  One thing I learned in my degree program was that, in setting up an environment for early childhood, less is more.  Children get overwhelmed by too many choices.  Leaving open space and just a few toy selections leads to children playing more actively and with more focus.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't I just bite the bullet and do it?  One big box (or 5) and one big shove out the door.  Really, that's it, right?  And I know that with Christmas coming, it's not likely people will give the gift of cleaning out the toy stash.  I'm guessing it's going to be more of an add-to-it proposition.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm getting ready to make up the boys' wish lists.  Because I'm crazy.  And I'm their mom.  And Christmas is for fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to not be too bad though.  I am going to ask that they boys receive the minimum number of toys.  Yes, it's fun to open lots of packages, but I'd rather they associate Christmas with being with family and feeling that good feeling than think it's all about the loot.  That way, too, I can feel good about buying one quality toy that will last rather than lots of cheaper toys that will wind up in a land fill before next Christmas is even considered.&lt;br /&gt;The other thing we plan to do is Christmas for a family.  We have done this in years past and it's so much fun!  We find out about a family that may need a little extra help this year and gather up a box full of things we think they would enjoy.  Our energy of buying and wrapping and doing gets thrown outside of ourselves.  We then drop off the box at the house, knock and run.  No one ever knows it was us.  We never got around to doing it last year.  The difference we noticed was pronounced.  The years we have done a secret Christmas there has been a lot more joy in giving.  Last year there was just a whole lot more "gimme's" and "I didn't get's".  It was sad.  So, this year, definitely going back to that tradition!&lt;br /&gt;So, if you get less from us this year, know that our resources probably went to a family that needed it.  And it went to teaching our children that Christmas is about service and doing and giving to others.  We will still have lots of love left for you when we get together.  Maybe even more because of the small stack of brightly wrapped gifts.  'K?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-6490038650024510853?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/6490038650024510853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=6490038650024510853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6490038650024510853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/6490038650024510853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/here-they-come.html' title='Here they come'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23761247.post-8386705388657509971</id><published>2008-10-18T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:57:55.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g'/><title type='text'>That's gratitude for ya</title><content type='html'>G is a very grateful child.  He says thank you for lots of things in his night time prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Case in point:  Tonight, he was looking around the room coming up with all kinds of things to be grateful for when E popped up and spit in his face. &lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for playing with E and he spits in my face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23761247-8386705388657509971?l=rasjane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/feeds/8386705388657509971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23761247&amp;postID=8386705388657509971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8386705388657509971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23761247/posts/default/8386705388657509971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasjane.blogspot.com/2008/10/thats-gratitude-for-ya.html' title='That&apos;s gratitude for ya'/><author><name>RasJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14454319137509784348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kUub2dJ0o7E/SE1TE9YoipI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4atnm_fSgto/S220/DSCN0669.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
