<?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-5194548488828336927</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:56:53.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Striving to find humor and grace in the everyday whirlwind of motherhood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-4280707087403680080</id><published>2009-07-02T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:46:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I try to pick out the kids clothes every day. Not only do I enjoy putting together cute outfits for them, but I don't always trust what my husband will come up with. So, before I left for work today I picked out a green skirt and striped shirt for Madeline, and a Mickey Mouse shirt and jogging pants for Ben. When I came home from work today this is what I saw...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354027833326852834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/Sk1T8pMAWuI/AAAAAAAAABc/GYPJBVeBaJo/s200/101_1021%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madeline was still wearing the cute striped shirt, but instead of the green skirt Jacob had put a crazy floral skirt on her.  His reasoning was that I had her in a skirt and that got dirty so he put her in another skirt.  Logical, right?  I knew the day where my kids wore strange clothing combos would come, just not so soon.  I think I will keep trying to dress the kids myself as long as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-4280707087403680080?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4280707087403680080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=4280707087403680080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4280707087403680080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4280707087403680080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/fashion.html' title='Fashion'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/Sk1T8pMAWuI/AAAAAAAAABc/GYPJBVeBaJo/s72-c/101_1021%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-5376708327033813871</id><published>2009-06-15T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:38:36.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandwiches</title><content type='html'>While I was getting ready for work today Ben was clomping around the house in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;.  I told Ben that I was going to make my sandwich to bring to work, and he said "no Mom, I'm wearing your sandwiches."  I explained to him that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;, not sandwiches, and had him repeat the word to me.  And, he did... kind of.  What did he call them?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandal&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wiches&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-5376708327033813871?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5376708327033813871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=5376708327033813871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5376708327033813871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5376708327033813871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/sandwiches.html' title='Sandwiches'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-5372066236627933857</id><published>2009-06-09T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:23:12.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsday and Fraterday</title><content type='html'>Madeline's birthday is in two days, so after dinner I brought down her gifts to wrap while the kids were sleeping.  Ben saw her gifts including a pretty nifty new doll.  Being the caring older brother he is, he looked at me and said "Mom, you open her doll for her?"  I explained to Ben that her birthday wasn't until Thursday and that was when she could have her doll.  He said "no, it is her birthday.  Her birthday is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monsday&lt;/span&gt;." Really... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monsday&lt;/span&gt;?  Well, I guess he has been talking to his aunt, who used to have a day called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fraterday&lt;/span&gt;."  Now the question is, which comes first?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monsday&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fraterday&lt;/span&gt;?  We may never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-5372066236627933857?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5372066236627933857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=5372066236627933857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5372066236627933857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5372066236627933857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/monsday-and-fraterday.html' title='Monsday and Fraterday'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8341920201289382384</id><published>2009-06-01T21:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:06:48.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I haven't written in a long time.  Yes, I have a somewhat, maybe a little bit, decent excuse.  I am working part time now, and I just don't have a lot of time to blog. But, starting right now, I will try harder.  So, I thought I would share something I saw at work today that made my heart melt and made me think of my children.  There was a brother and sister who looked to be about two years apart (same as my kiddos).  The brother was older and kind of husky.  Just like my son.  Yes, my son is husky.  He had his three year old checkup today and is 4o pounds.  Back to the story.  The little girl had blonde hair, just like I had as a kid and just like my little girl will probably have.  You could tell these two kids really loved each other.  The older brother was helping his sister pick out a recorder and telling her about all the songs he was going to teach her.  Then, he put his arm around her shoulder and led her to  look at more toys.  Both kids were so well behaved and caring.  I love it when I see kids who are how kids should be these days.  Nice, happy kids who truly do love their siblings and want to share with them.  I hope my kids will be like this as they get older.  I believe they have a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8341920201289382384?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8341920201289382384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8341920201289382384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8341920201289382384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8341920201289382384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-i-havent-written-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2469369009408096641</id><published>2009-03-11T16:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:04:07.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not useful anymore</title><content type='html'>My son is obsessed with Thomas the train.  All day we hear stories about Thomas, and Percy, and Troublesome trucks, and pulling freight cars, etc. Any of you with toddler boys may know what I am talking about.  On the Thomas movies, they always talk about being a "useful engine." So today, when I was getting ready for work and Ben was eating his oatmeal, he came into the bathroom looking sad with oatmeal all over his pants.  He also had his Thomas wooden train whose face was covered in oatmeal.  I asked what was wrong, and in all seriousness Ben looks and me an says "Thomas isn't a useful engine ANYMORE!" Apparently Thomas tried to eat Ben's breakfast and made a mess in the process.  Naughty Thomas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2469369009408096641?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2469369009408096641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2469369009408096641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2469369009408096641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2469369009408096641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-useful-anymore.html' title='Not useful anymore'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-3649840543322284225</id><published>2009-02-24T18:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:02:42.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known better</title><content type='html'>Ok, I probably shouldn't have let Ben into the kitchen while I was making dinner.  Actually I should have just been watching him better.  But, I work all day now and when I come home to make dinner and see the computer sitting on the kitchen counter, I just want to take some time to check emails and blogs and whatnot, which I used to be able to do during the day.  I just get distracted sometimes.  So, when I heard Ben behind me saying "it's soft, it's so soft,"  I should have known it would be some kind of mischief.  My darling son had found a half stick of butter in the fridge, unwrapped it (he did throw the wrapper in the garbage can), and was rubbing it all over his hands.  Apparently butter feels soft when rubbed on skin.  The things you learn from a two year old... especially when mom isn't watching him properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-3649840543322284225?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3649840543322284225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=3649840543322284225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3649840543322284225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3649840543322284225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-have-known-better.html' title='I should have known better'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2280924389270665808</id><published>2009-01-23T17:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:11:37.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to be a priest?</title><content type='html'>Today in the car we were listening to our favorite &lt;a href="http://www.relevantradio.com/"&gt;Catholic radio station&lt;/a&gt;.  They had a little commercial about how the Church needs more young men to answer God's call to become priests.  We asked Ben if he wanted to be a priest and his response was an excited "yeah!"  Not being sure he knew what a priest does I asked him.  His response was "TOOT, TOOT!"  A little confused I asked him again "what does a priest do?"  Again his response was "TOOT, TOOT!"  By now my husband  and I are both cracking up and to clarify I ask Ben "What does Fr. Barr do?"  His response?  "Says God Bless."  That's more like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2280924389270665808?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2280924389270665808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2280924389270665808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2280924389270665808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2280924389270665808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-want-to-be-priest.html' title='Do you want to be a priest?'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-3822741867376923974</id><published>2009-01-09T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:04:46.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you...</title><content type='html'>Here is a conversation that my husband and son had this morning as my husband was getting ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Build tracks too, Dad?&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: No, I have to go get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: I'll follow you.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: No, you stay here.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: But, I love you.  (imagine this being said with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we say guilt trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-3822741867376923974?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3822741867376923974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=3822741867376923974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3822741867376923974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3822741867376923974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-you.html' title='I love you...'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7529112289168150858</id><published>2009-01-01T16:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:55:31.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking back about my new year's resolution for 2008.  I had said I wanted to cook better and more "creative" meals for my family.  I think I achieved that.  Tonight we are having Chili, which isn't too exciting, but it sure beats a frozen pizza.  Now on to 2009.  I was going to write some profound resolution like "I will be a happier, better mom." Or, "I will embrace all the changes that are coming with Jacob going back to school." But, this morning I came to a realization that will now be my 2009 resolution.  I need to cook better pancakes.  I am absolutely terrible at making pancakes.  It's not an issue with the batter, it's more of a technical issue.  I flip them either too early or too late, and when I do flip them they end up on top of each other.  The funny thing about this is that Jacob says I taught him to make pancakes and his always turn out perfect.  Half of this morning's batch ended up in the garbage because they were black, and I am pretty sure I had a couple that were doughy in the middle.  So, I will keep practicing, and maybe in a year you can come over for pancakes... at your own risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7529112289168150858?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7529112289168150858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7529112289168150858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7529112289168150858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7529112289168150858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8491689921816524366</id><published>2008-12-15T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:14:52.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice job, Mom!</title><content type='html'>If I ever feel like the cleaning I do isn't appreciated, I just need to have Ben around while I clean.  Here is what happened today as I was cleaning the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "What doin' Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm cleaning the bathroom, would you like to watch?"&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (cleaning the toilet)&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Nice job, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: (cleaning the mirrors)&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Great job, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued with every little task I completed, and eventually it included clapping too.  I think everyone should have a two year old around when they clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8491689921816524366?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8491689921816524366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8491689921816524366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8491689921816524366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8491689921816524366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-job-mom.html' title='Nice job, Mom!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-3413383254150391789</id><published>2008-11-23T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:34:36.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a two year old boy</title><content type='html'>Only a two year old boy would take a snack of animal crackers and applesauce and make it gross.  How you might ask? By covering the animal crackers in applesauce and saying "animals pooping."  That kid has quite the imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-3413383254150391789?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3413383254150391789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=3413383254150391789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3413383254150391789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3413383254150391789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-two-year-old-boy.html' title='Only a two year old boy'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8519251652243192465</id><published>2008-11-15T12:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:09:59.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumstick</title><content type='html'>Last night we were out grocery shopping right up until dinner time, so for dinner I bought a rotisserie chicken.  When we got home Ben watched Thomas while I put away groceries and put the finishing touches on dinner.  I asked my husband if he thought Ben could eat a drumstick.  We decided he could so I said "Ben gets a drumstick and Daddy gets a drumstick," thinking Ben was so engrossed in Thomas he wouldn't hear.  He did, and that is when things got ugly.  Ben thought we meant a toy drumstick that goes with his toy drum. So, when it was time to sit down and eat, all Ben did was stand by the toy closet and cry for his drumstick and drum.  After about 15 minutes of meltdown we got Ben to sit down and eat some of his dinner.  As sad as it is to see Ben get so confused and meltdown, I love to see him learn about language and the different uses of words.  And you have to admit it's pretty cute that all the little boy wanted was to play his drum with his drumstick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8519251652243192465?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8519251652243192465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8519251652243192465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8519251652243192465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8519251652243192465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/11/drumstick.html' title='Drumstick'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2665727703440781188</id><published>2008-11-01T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:08:37.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92a3386b53533f2f" 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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92a3386b53533f2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38D488934AA632A005D428A812F9F61450F95A96.292825DD05E9FAB0F27107E9822E79D3B38A7939%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92a3386b53533f2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yv3p6ZKcPzvpZ7WNrqwUt1Tl0U&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://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92a3386b53533f2f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331083724%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38D488934AA632A005D428A812F9F61450F95A96.292825DD05E9FAB0F27107E9822E79D3B38A7939%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92a3386b53533f2f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-yv3p6ZKcPzvpZ7WNrqwUt1Tl0U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, Ben is wearing his sister's diaper, and yes we are going to show this at his wedding someday ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2665727703440781188?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6856007674335620812</id><published>2008-10-31T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:37:04.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We must be doing something right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SQvAXQjRufI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PNja7Rh_X8/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263512095325010418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SQvAXQjRufI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PNja7Rh_X8/s200/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am back! We recently bought a new computer, and blogger actually works on this computer, so I will hopefully be blogging more. On to the stories.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took Ben and Madeline Trick or Treating today and Ben pretty much melted my heart. Ben used to go to tumbling classes and his teacher, Teacher Kathy, lives right behind us. Her house was about the third we went to. While we were waiting for someone to come to the door Ben took two pieces of candy out of his bucket and said "for Teacher Kathy." I almost cried and unfortunately Teacher Kathy was not home to witness Ben's touching act of charity. At each house after that Ben would dig through his bucket for Candy to give away. The first thing he did when we got home was give a piece of candy to his daddy and say "for you." How precious that he thinks first of others before himself. Growing up the highlight of my birthday was always trick or treating, but I know now it will be taking my children trick or treating and watching them grow into caring, generous individuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6856007674335620812?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6856007674335620812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6856007674335620812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6856007674335620812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6856007674335620812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-must-be-doing-something-right.html' title='We must be doing something right'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SQvAXQjRufI/AAAAAAAAABU/1PNja7Rh_X8/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6263504297646337958</id><published>2008-08-30T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:16:33.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the summer go?</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe preschool starts on Wednesday.  I feel like I am ready, but at the same time still have so much to plan.  I am really excited to have my own classroom this year.  Technically it was a storage room but the principal kindly gave me the room instead of cancelling the two year old program all together... thanks to many requests from parents :)  The past two years of teaching this class I have had to drag everything out of closets into a multipurpose room each week, and then put it all away when I was done.  No more of that this year, thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;On top of starting school I am up to my ears in craft projects.  This year we are making all the Christmas gifts for family.  Actually it is more like I am making all the Christmas gifts which means I should have started last Christmas.  Right now I am working on a quilt for my nephew.  Next on the list will be some hemp diapers inserts for Maddie's cute new diapers.  I found a website, &lt;a href="http://www.diapercuts.com/"&gt;www.diapercuts.com&lt;/a&gt;, where I can buy cotton/hemp terry and make inserts for about 1.50 each, when the cheapest I could buy pre-made inserts is 2.00 each.  Exciting isn't it? If this works out I may tackle cloth diapers next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6263504297646337958?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6263504297646337958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6263504297646337958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6263504297646337958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6263504297646337958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did the summer go?'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-4186374627488634921</id><published>2008-08-23T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:16:46.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!!!</title><content type='html'>Blogger no longer works on my computer at home.  Anytime I try to access a blog, a lovely blank screen shows up. I really don't understand why this is happening.  I am not a big computer person, but I have tried to get it to work with no success.  If anyone has any ideas they would be much appreciated. I am so behind on reading blogs (not that it's a necessary part of life) that it will take a long time to catch up.  I have a new tutoring job at the library every Saturday, so until my computer at home decides to work again, my blogging will be limited to Saturday mornings.  I will try and post pictures of my crazy kids next weekend, but for now I have to hurry home to help with our huge garage sale we are having.  We are hoping to sell enough to buy more Fuzzi Bunz (cloth diapers) for Madeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-4186374627488634921?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4186374627488634921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=4186374627488634921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4186374627488634921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4186374627488634921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why!!!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-1167657953839057511</id><published>2008-07-30T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:28:09.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A compliment... I think.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after my shower Ben started stroking my hair and saying "handsome."  Either I have very manly features, or he really meant to say "pretty."  I'll go with the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-1167657953839057511?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1167657953839057511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=1167657953839057511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/1167657953839057511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/1167657953839057511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/compliment-i-think.html' title='A compliment... I think.'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7092319734392397161</id><published>2008-07-12T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:20:04.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Beers</title><content type='html'>Ben knows a lot of words. The problem can be in his pronunciation.  For example "thank you" becomes "gee goo", and for a long time "Grandpa" was "Pampa."  Last night while getting ready for bed I was asking Ben to say the names of all the people in our family.  Then we moved on to saints' names and "God" and "Jesus."  When I asked Ben to say "Holy Spirit", he said "Holy Beers." God must have a sense of humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7092319734392397161?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7092319734392397161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7092319734392397161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7092319734392397161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7092319734392397161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-beers.html' title='Holy Beers'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6670587561872717480</id><published>2008-07-07T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:39.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a very busy one. On the fourth, we went to the traditional Bernhard family extravaganza at the farm. There are always games, lots of food, and lots of family. This year there were several new games including a moon bounce, and a "name that grandchild" game, in which we had to write the name of each child under their photo. Keeping in mind that my grandparents have 55 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren, this game was impossible. I think I was able to place names under about 10 of the pictures, and this includes myself, my siblings, and my children. They were all baby pictures though, so I get a break right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the many cousins tearing apart a Sponge Bob Square Pants pinata... classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SHLI7-TP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fa0VudY2V3c/s1600-h/000_0004[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220455850737392018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SHLI7-TP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fa0VudY2V3c/s200/000_0004%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SHLIjIt8JoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6YqZfmyIhlY/s1600-h/000_0003[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220455424036972162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SHLIjIt8JoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6YqZfmyIhlY/s200/000_0003%5B1%5D" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday Madeline was baptized. I was able to finish her gown on time, and we had family over for dinner afterwards. It was a wonderful evening, and Maddie still smells like the Chrism, even after a bath today. Forget about new car smell, I'll take new Catholic smell any day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my aunt had a baby shower for Madeline. It was nice to get together with family and I think Maddie has enough clothes now to last a year. She is going to be one well dressed baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After such a crazy weekend all I really want to do is sleep, but with a new baby that is near impossible, so I am blogging and posting pictures instead. C'est la vie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6670587561872717480?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6670587561872717480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6670587561872717480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6670587561872717480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6670587561872717480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/SHLI7-TP2ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Fa0VudY2V3c/s72-c/000_0004%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-5731233004593710107</id><published>2008-06-15T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:10:50.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old News</title><content type='html'>Well, everyone who reads my blog probably already knows this, but I thought I would make the official blog announcement.  Madeline Rose was born June 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 3:45pm.  She weighs 9 1/2 pounds, is 20 1/2 inches, and absolutely beautiful. Her big brother loves her and calls her "baby." He is a good helper, and his favorite thing to do is give her a pacifier.   I would post a picture, but we had to switch computers recently and am still not sure if our camera will work with this computer.  Someday I will post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-5731233004593710107?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5731233004593710107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=5731233004593710107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5731233004593710107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/5731233004593710107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-news.html' title='Old News'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-811533473176878686</id><published>2008-05-24T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:17:49.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Any way you look at it</title><content type='html'>13 days.  38 weeks, 1 day.  8 1/2 months.  Less than two weeks.  Any way you look at it I am about to pop.  I feel like I am about to pop.  There can't possibly be any room left for the baby to grow anymore.  At my doctor's appointment on Friday, the doc said the baby is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; moving lower and getting ready for labor.  Then he asked if we have everything ready for the baby.  Honestly I don't feel like we do.  I still don't have a bag packed for he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hospital&lt;/span&gt;.  We still have to get bottles and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; ready.  There are other things I want to have ready before the baby.  This includes having everything set for Ben's birthday (because who knows if i will be in the hospital on his birthday), having all the materials for the baby's baptism gown, and having Father's day planned.  There are also projects that I am going to have to put off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt; because of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;.  These include having a garage sale and planting a garden. Part of me wants the baby to come soon, but then I think of everything I have to do while staying off my feet 8 hours a day, and I wouldn't mind if the baby is late.  I just have to remember that God's timing is perfect and the baby will come at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-811533473176878686?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/811533473176878686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=811533473176878686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/811533473176878686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/811533473176878686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/any-way-you-look-at-it.html' title='Any way you look at it'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7697937592885183668</id><published>2008-05-10T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:39:06.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does modified mean?</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I had a doctor's appointment.  After three high blood pressure readings and three hours in the hospital being monitored, I was put on "modified" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;.  These past few days I have really been struggling with what this means. I think its because I am so stubborn, and I don't want to accept that I am on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt;.  My mom has been helping a lot with Benjamin, but I hate just laying around while everyone else does things that I usually take care of. Although it is nice to not cook dinner every night.&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday we actually got out of the house for most of the day,and honestly it wore me out.  I think "modified" must mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bed rest&lt;/span&gt; without the bedpan, and I am starting to see how necessary it is.  I just have to keep reminding myself that this is for the good of the baby, and I just pray that I can make it through the next four weeks without losing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7697937592885183668?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7697937592885183668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7697937592885183668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7697937592885183668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7697937592885183668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-does-modified-mean.html' title='What does modified mean?'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-911697868453274840</id><published>2008-04-19T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:56:34.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George</title><content type='html'>Today was a sick day for Benjamin.  So, like any good parent, Jacob went out and got a stack of movies for Ben to watch.  One was a Curious George video. I put it in to watch with Ben and the only word I can think of to describe it is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt;." It was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; primitive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;claymation&lt;/span&gt; from the 80's.  The story starts with "the man in the yellow hat" in the jungle.  He sees George and says "look a monkey, I want to take him home."  So what does he do?  He lures the innocent George with his yellow hat, puts George in a burlap sack, and drags him onto a boat.  The whole story gets better with George finding the man's pipe, smoking it, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hallucinating&lt;/span&gt;.  Then George gets thrown in jail for dialing 911 on accident.  I left the room after that, but Jacob assures me it remained just as "interesting."  Ben loves Curious George and watches the Curious George movies at least three times a week.  I thought the video we watched today would be a nice alternative, but I will gladly sit through the movie ten times a week than have to watch that bizarre video again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-911697868453274840?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/911697868453274840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=911697868453274840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/911697868453274840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/911697868453274840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/curious-george.html' title='Curious George'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-894166974673742132</id><published>2008-04-01T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:41:58.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools</title><content type='html'>The only reason I can come up with for why it took 8 tries to get Ben to take a nap is that he was playing an April fools joke on me. I wasn't amused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-894166974673742132?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/894166974673742132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=894166974673742132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/894166974673742132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/894166974673742132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fools'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7795836680597968366</id><published>2008-03-19T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:40.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R-FW786oHDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ors2jNZvJGI/s1600-h/101_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179516634417077298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R-FW786oHDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ors2jNZvJGI/s320/101_0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben's latest obsession has been cooking. I suppose this is my fault due to pregnancy cravings for anything baked. Or perhaps I should blame the baby. No matter whose fault it is, I have been baking a lot with Ben lately, and he has been loving it. Yesterday he woke up from his nap and immediately ran to the kitchen yelling "cook, cook!" So, I had to think of some way to get him involved in throwing chicken nuggets in the oven for lunch. He just watched. Later in the day we dyed Easter eggs. He was so cute in his apron dying the eggs, and just as I expected, the first hing he tried to do was crack the hard boiled eggs. At least he's learning something from all of our baking. While I was cleaning up Ben ran into the kitchen (still wearing his apron) grabbed two skillets, a pot, a bottle of syrup, and a box of tea and put them on the stove to cook something. I am sure someday he will be a great chef, but I am not too sure what he was planning on doing with the mixture of supplies he had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7795836680597968366?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7795836680597968366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7795836680597968366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7795836680597968366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7795836680597968366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-chef.html' title='Little Chef'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R-FW786oHDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ors2jNZvJGI/s72-c/101_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2047453841065935437</id><published>2008-03-03T21:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:20:32.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Daddy</title><content type='html'>Ben will do things every once in awhile to be just like his dad.  What Ben did today though definitely wins the prize for cutest and most unexpected.  I brought Ben into the bathroom with me, and the first thing he did was grab my razor off the edge of the sink (it had a cover on it so he was safe), say "dad" and put it to his face like he was shaving.  To make it even better when I turned on the water to wash my hands, he put the razor under the water and put it on his face again.  That boy wants to be just like his dad, and it makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2047453841065935437?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2047453841065935437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2047453841065935437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2047453841065935437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2047453841065935437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-like-daddy.html' title='Just Like Daddy'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7266482170205013893</id><published>2008-02-27T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:40:48.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days</title><content type='html'>It's only 100 days until Madeline's due date AND Benjamin's 2nd birthday.  I am not sure which scares me more, having another baby, or having a 2 year old in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7266482170205013893?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7266482170205013893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7266482170205013893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7266482170205013893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7266482170205013893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/100-days.html' title='100 days'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6648284098342951548</id><published>2008-02-25T20:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:43:23.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>I left Mass on Friday morning and this morning in tears.  I wish I could say it was because I was deeply touched by Mass itself, but that is not the reason.  The reason was my son.  I have made an effort to bring him to Mass every day, despite his behavior.  I usually am able to just deal with it and accept the cross of a rambunctious toddler that God has given me.  Lately though "just dealing with it" has been harder.  Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones, or maybe it's the fact that I can't hold Ben in my arms due to my growing belly and shrinking back strength.  Whatever it is I just can't seem to handle his behavior.  I suppose it is nothing out of the ordinary for his age (or so I am told by other moms with older kids),  but I find myself wondering when this stage is going to end. &lt;br /&gt;So this morning after a full blown tantrum during Mass, being slapped in the face several times, and a failed attempt at a time out in the corner, I lost it.  I could not hold in my frustrated/embarrassed/hurt tears any longer.  As much as I just wanted to storm out of church and never come back (with Ben that is) I am so thankful for the support I received from two moms.  They were my angels today, giving me hugs, offering help during Mass, and just letting me know that Ben is normal and I am normal for getting so frustrated.  So, I will be at Mass tomorrow morning and hopefully there will be no more tears... from me or Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6648284098342951548?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6648284098342951548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6648284098342951548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6648284098342951548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6648284098342951548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/trials-of-motherhood.html' title='Trials of Motherhood'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2964013226811849542</id><published>2008-02-14T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:39:40.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>In our family we have several traditions, kind of to go against the whole commercialization of Valentine's Day.  While it is nice to get gifts and show how much you love someone, last year I was searching for some deeper meaning for Valentine's day.  I found out that the pagans used to use Valentine's day to draw names out of a hat and that would be their "partner for the year.  The  Christians then took that idea and changed it to drawing the name of a Saint out of a hat to be their patron for the year.  I really liked this idea so instaead of choosing a saint out of a hat, I chose the Infant of Prague, the patron of good finances and family life, for my husband last year.  I tried to pray for the Infant's intercession each day for my husband.  This year I think it will be Saint Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, we do a five dollar gift exchange. It is always interesting to see what five dollars can get you. My husband and I also have a nice homemade dinner together (after the wild child is in bed of course).  This year, because we are major nerds,  our dinner of roast chicken, garlic mashed potatos, green beans, and chocolate mousse will be eaten at a card table while watching LOST.  We are so romantic :) I hope you all enjoy your Valentine's day and don't be afraid to reject the commercialization of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2964013226811849542?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2964013226811849542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2964013226811849542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2964013226811849542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2964013226811849542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-1883016004840309670</id><published>2008-02-07T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:35:28.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much can change in a few hours...</title><content type='html'>Jacob has a job! He will be a general recruiter (not just IT like before), and working in the city.  This is perfect for several reasons.  He can take the train to work, so we can sell his car, he will be makin more money, and he will be working with a good friend of his.  God is so good.  Only one week without a job, and no lag time with our income. And, we are getting a "new' couch and ove seat fro y aunt to replace our current couch that is as old as my husband.  And, even better, LOST is on tonight... what a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-1883016004840309670?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1883016004840309670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=1883016004840309670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/1883016004840309670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/1883016004840309670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-much-can-change-in-few-hours.html' title='So much can change in a few hours...'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-68345387658580090</id><published>2008-02-07T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:27:06.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>I realized today that it has been quite a while since I last posted anything. Nothing too exciting has been going on here.  Jacob is still looking for a job and everyday we are having to put complete trust in God that things will work out and He will not leave us stranded.  Benjamin has been obsessed with Mega Blocks recently.  We keep them in a closet so we don't have a huge mess all the time.  Well, Ben knows where we keep them and all day we hear "blocks, blocks." And, if we don't get them in a certain amount of time, it is tantrum time.  I love the terrible twos.  The baby is still doing great.  Yesterday I had a doctors appointment and they had a hard time getting her heartbeat because she kept moving and kicking the doppler.  It seems like she has a little attitude already.  Lastly, Jacob taught Ben a new phrase today... "mean mom." Hopefully he doesn't remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-68345387658580090?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/68345387658580090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=68345387658580090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/68345387658580090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/68345387658580090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-4454184147415984164</id><published>2008-01-28T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:40.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R55Sa4PAJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8Je7UKijGe8/s1600-h/101_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160652844738553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R55Sa4PAJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8Je7UKijGe8/s320/101_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         &lt;em&gt;21 weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our 20 week ultrasound today. We went into it knowing we wanted to find out if the baby is a boy or girl so before we dropped Ben off at my mom's house we asked him "do you think it is a brother or a sister?" Usually when we ask this question he shrugs his shoulders and mumbles something that sounds a lot like "I don't know", but today he said "ter" (sister). He must have big brother intuition because the baby is indeed a little girl. We are going to name her Madeline Rose and everything is looking good and healthy. We are so happy and can't wait to meet our little girl in about 19 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-4454184147415984164?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4454184147415984164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=4454184147415984164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4454184147415984164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/4454184147415984164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/ultrasound.html' title='Ultrasound'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R55Sa4PAJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAk/8Je7UKijGe8/s72-c/101_0297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-3503633267799457571</id><published>2008-01-23T12:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T13:12:46.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was all about recipes. I have had the urge to bake a lot lately, so I was searching for a banana muffin recipe yesterday and found the website &lt;a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/"&gt;http://www.allrecipes.com/&lt;/a&gt;. this website is amazing. There are so many recipes and they even send you a "recipe of the day." this is perfect for my quest to become a better cook.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon I decided to make play dough for Ben, hoping he would actually play with it, and not just try to eat. I used the recipe we use in the preschool and it went great and Ben loved it! He didn't even try to eat it once. I thought I would share the recipe with you, especially those with little ones who love to get messy.&lt;br /&gt;Kool-Aid Playdough&lt;br /&gt;2 pkg. kool-aid (unsweetened)&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 C. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 C. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp. cream of tartar&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp. oil&lt;br /&gt;2 C. boiling water&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients, add oil, then boiling water. Mix, then knead, and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for my friend Erica, I said I had a great whole wheat pizza dough recipe. I actually cheated and it is one I found online... but, &lt;a href="http://family.go.com/food/recipe-ar-15383-amazing-whole-wheat-pizza-crust-t/?CMP=KNC-YahSSPFamily"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;. It is my favorite pizza dough and use this recipe anytime I make pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-3503633267799457571?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3503633267799457571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=3503633267799457571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3503633267799457571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/3503633267799457571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8674774295805059572</id><published>2008-01-17T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:36:47.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentary</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching an excellent Netflix find. The documentary is called "Unborn in America."  I highly recommend this film.  It focuses on the pro life movement, but there is no hidden agenda like many things in the media.  Pro lifers are not made to look crazy, and neither are the opposing pro choicers in the film.  It is a very neutral film focusing on many aspects of the pro life movement and it was very refreshing to see such a film.  The only downsides were foul language, graphic images, and the fact that I was teary eyed through the whole film.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8674774295805059572?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8674774295805059572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8674774295805059572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8674774295805059572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8674774295805059572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/documentary.html' title='Documentary'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8339486475007427922</id><published>2008-01-12T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:01:27.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget that I am pregnant. For example, on Thanksgiving I was thinking of bringing a bottle of wine to dinner, and I was trying to think of who would actually drink it.  I thought "Grandma will, I will... " Oops! Thankfully I remembered I had a little babe inside me and stopped myself.&lt;br /&gt; The latest example of this happened last night.  We had gone out for pizza and when we came home I went to put my pajamas on.  I looked in the mirror and in shock thought "did I really eat that much pizza? How did I get so fat so fast?" Again, I had to remind myself of the baby.  I think this baby may be stealing my memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8339486475007427922?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8339486475007427922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8339486475007427922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8339486475007427922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8339486475007427922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/forgetful.html' title='Forgetful'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8255555855139386523</id><published>2008-01-10T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T09:15:57.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Ben and I were listening to a nice CD, playing with puzzles, when he spotted my husband's Sports Illustrated from across the room.  He picked it up, looked at the cover for a while, turned to me with a huge grin on his face, and pumping his fist yelled "football!"  The cover had some football player on the cover (don't ask me who... I'm not exactly into football), and I asked Ben if he wanted to look at the football pictures in the magazine.  He got so excited and climbed in my lap, and we looked through the entire magazine.  Every time there was a football picture Ben would yell "football!"  I am just hoping this next baby is a girl... I think two football nuts is enough for this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8255555855139386523?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8255555855139386523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8255555855139386523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8255555855139386523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8255555855139386523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/football.html' title='Football!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-390097419260052442</id><published>2008-01-09T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:14:09.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky Chef</title><content type='html'>I tried to be a sneaky chef at lunch yesterday.  I was making macaroni and cheese and in my desperation to get my child to eat vegetables I mixed in some peas.  Since Ben is still learning to use a spoon I figured anything that ended up on the spoon would end up in his mouth.  It worked for a little while... I think Ben ate maybe 5 peas.  Then, my too smart for his own good kid, figured out I was trying to trick him and would pull the peas out of his mouth.  Then, he gave up on this and just smeared the macaroni and cheese all over his tray.  I think maybe he was trying to pay me back by tricking me into thinking he ate a lot.  It didn't work.  When I took off the tray he had a lap full of macaroni and cheese and peas.  I am sure if we had a dog, the dog would have had a very nice lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-390097419260052442?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/390097419260052442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=390097419260052442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/390097419260052442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/390097419260052442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/sneaky-chef.html' title='Sneaky Chef'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6950983928051162615</id><published>2008-01-06T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:51:20.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby kisses</title><content type='html'>We are always trying to help Ben understand that there is a baby in mom's tummy and he is going to be a big brother.  When we ask him where the baby is he points to his belly, which is when I usually point to my ever growing belly and say "no, the baby is in mom's tummy."  Last night we asked him to give the baby kisses, and he did! At first he just kissed the air like he usually does, then he actually kissed my belly. I was very touched and thought he finally understood where the baby is.  Then he kissed my thigh and began to see it as a game, cheering for himself after every kiss.  Oh well, at least Ben learned to give real kisses and I can still think that he gave the baby kisses, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6950983928051162615?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6950983928051162615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6950983928051162615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6950983928051162615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6950983928051162615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/baby-kisses.html' title='Baby kisses'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2217891109731866212</id><published>2008-01-05T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T09:30:55.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this mean I'm a bad driver?</title><content type='html'>I have noticed lately that whenever we are in the car Ben will sit in the backseat and say "weeeee!" Either he really likes riding in the car, or my driving is similar to a roller coaster ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2217891109731866212?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2217891109731866212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2217891109731866212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2217891109731866212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2217891109731866212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/does-this-mean-im-bad-driver.html' title='Does this mean I&apos;m a bad driver?'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8118819792221309950</id><published>2008-01-03T09:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:03:58.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a night...</title><content type='html'>Last night no one got sleep in our house. Ben woke up screaming around 11:30pm, which is not an unusual occurrence. But, usually all it takes is a pacifier to get him to go back to sleep.  I got him back down first and then he woke up screaming again about five minutes later. Jacob tried next, and from then on Ben would have nothing to do with me. I would try and pick him up and he would hit me and flail his arms and legs until he ended up on the floor.  After about four hours of this, my genius husband decided to change Ben's pajamas. After that, he went right to sleep.  Who would have thought that fleece "Cars" sleeper pajamas would cause a kid to stay up all night and throw a major tantrum.  Gotta love the terrible twos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8118819792221309950?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8118819792221309950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8118819792221309950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8118819792221309950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8118819792221309950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh what a night...'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-2330755370612093729</id><published>2007-12-30T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:35:10.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new year's resolution</title><content type='html'>Ok, so normally I am not big on the whole "new year's resolution" thing, because I never really saw the point of saying I was going to do something only to keep it up for a day or two.  But, this year my resolution is something I want to do not just because its a new year, but because I feel it is my duty as a mother. This may sound silly, but I want to cook better meals. When making the menu for the week I usually go for freezer standards like pizza, or the basics like shake and bake chicken and mashed potatoes.  I know I can and should do better for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to bake more. When I lived off campus for a semester of college I would bake bread every Saturday. I had so much fun trying new recipes and love all the labor that goes into homemade bread. My husband says he would rather I start that after we have a dishwasher, but I think once he tastes some homemade honey whole wheat bread, he may change his mind.&lt;br /&gt;So, my goal is to start this week with better meals.  What's on the menu this week?  Homemade deep dish pizza, pork chops with risotto and sauteed zucchini, and spaghetti with homemade meatballs.  Not gourmet dishes, but its a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-2330755370612093729?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2330755370612093729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=2330755370612093729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2330755370612093729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/2330755370612093729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My new year&apos;s resolution'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-884382442234964495</id><published>2007-12-25T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T09:55:22.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chrismas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.twoheartsdesign.com/images/clipart/catholic/jesus/images/angelswithJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.twoheartsdesign.com/images/clipart/catholic/jesus/images/angelswithJesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Mass this morning Father gave a beautiful homily (one that even provoked Ben to clap in the middle of it). The part that touched me the most is when Father said "the world wants us to take our faith and put it to the side because they only see God as out to get us. They do not see the baby. If they saw the baby they would fall in love with God." How true and beautiful is this! Christ came to us as an infant and we are called to fall in love with Him, to scoop the infant Jesus up in our arms and kiss Him. How can we resist such a call? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-884382442234964495?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/884382442234964495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=884382442234964495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/884382442234964495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/884382442234964495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-chrismas.html' title='Merry Chrismas!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6539501065605238034</id><published>2007-12-21T12:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:13:19.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like this...</title><content type='html'>Ben woke up last night at about 12:30, throwing up.  This continued until about 8:30 this morning, and I am crossing my fingers that we have seen the last of it.  Despite the fact that nobody got much sleep last night, I had to miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luncheon&lt;/span&gt; today, and I am confined to the couch watching PBS with Ben all day; I am very thankful for days like this.  It is times like this and I see how important being a mother is. Ben needs me to comfort him and take care of him.  Where would sick babies be without mothers? I am so thankful that I am able to stay home with him and do the greatest job in the world... being a mother. As I cuddle my sick baby I think about how someday when he is sick, he is not going to need me to cuddle him, so I treasure these times.  Of course if he is older and needs a cuddle, I will be there for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6539501065605238034?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6539501065605238034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6539501065605238034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6539501065605238034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6539501065605238034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-like-this.html' title='Days like this...'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-8185448089593147163</id><published>2007-12-20T06:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T07:02:37.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They are done!</title><content type='html'>I finally finished Christmas cards yesterday and got them out in the mail. I feel like this is a huge weight off my shoulders.  Does this mean I am ready for Christmas?  Not at all. We have two Christmas parties to go to today, one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, and I haven't wrapped anything.  And I still need to knit a half dozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;washcloths&lt;/span&gt;.  And, anyone have any good ideas for a white elephant gift?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-8185448089593147163?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8185448089593147163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=8185448089593147163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8185448089593147163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/8185448089593147163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/they-are-done.html' title='They are done!'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-7192528715836370040</id><published>2007-12-16T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T10:34:32.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the city</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took a trip into Chicago to see the Christmas decorations. This is something I remember doing growing up and it is an experience that I wanted Ben to have.  Despite the threat of snow we got on the train and headed to the city.  The closer we got to the city, the heavier it was snowing.  Once we got to the train station we bundled up and started our trek through the snow.  Our first stop was confession and we soon discovered that as soon as we would get inside a building Ben would start to undress. This would include hat, mittens, boots, and even socks at times.  I think we ended up re dressing Ben about twenty times during the day. &lt;br /&gt;We then made our way to Marshall Field's (although I guess we're supposed to call it Macy's now).  We wanted to start by going inside to see the giant tree and the F.A.O Schwartz toy store. That was a mistake. Maybe we were overreacting, but if a store has both escalators and elevators, shouldn't the elevators be for people who need to use them like people with strollers.  Well, we stood by the elevators for about ten minutes while rude people (without strollers, wheelchairs, or anything else that would necessitate an elevator) pushed in front of us and got on the elevators.  In frustration we quickly scratched that idea.  Instead we headed outside to look at the windows.  We ended our day with an early dinner at the Berghoff, and another long trek through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderful day.  Ben was well behaved and it was nice to share a part of my childhood with my husband and son. I hope we can do this every year... maybe without rude elevator snatchers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-7192528715836370040?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7192528715836370040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=7192528715836370040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7192528715836370040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/7192528715836370040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-in-city.html' title='A day in the city'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-737460196144401273</id><published>2007-12-13T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:29:57.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So messy, so fast</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how fast kids can get messy? Ben got dress at 7:45 this morning, and then we left for Mass. On the way to Mass Ben threw up on his coat (don't worry, he's not sick, just a nice combo of hiccups, coughing, and drinking last night's milk this morning... oops). On the way our of Mass, Ben thought it would be fun to splash in the mud puddles in the parking lot. We then went to Panera Bread and while eating a bagel with butter on it Ben gave himself a "butter mustache." When I pointed this out to him he took care of it by wiping his face on his shirt. He then took the straw out of his juice box and shook juice all over himself. On the way out of Panera Ben fell flat on his stomach with his hands down in the muddy parking lot. He found this to be quite funny and tried to do it several more times before we reached the car.&lt;br /&gt; All of this happened before 9:30 am. Needless to say he needed a complete outfit change when we got home, and I am doing a load of laundry now. I can only imagine how much laundry I am going to be doing when the new baby comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-737460196144401273?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/737460196144401273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=737460196144401273' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/737460196144401273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/737460196144401273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-messy-so-fast.html' title='So messy, so fast'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5194548488828336927.post-6503918857483356315</id><published>2007-12-11T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:05:40.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Hot Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R17Qn-Y6zYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8axCiTTfHLs/s1600-h/101_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142777209684675970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R17Qn-Y6zYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8axCiTTfHLs/s320/101_0188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to start a blog. There are days where "interesting" things happen and I start to think, "if I had a blog, I would write about this." Yesterday was one such day. I decided to take Ben outside to play in the snow for the first time. He seemed to enjoy himself and I must admit that I did too. When it was time to come inside I thought nothing goes better with the first time in the snow than the first taste of hot chocolate. Well, I soon discovered our little munchkin doesn't like hot chocolate. Really, what kid doesn't like hot chocolate? Apparently mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will just have to add this to the ever growing list of kid friendly foods Ben won't eat. This includes mashed potatoes, bananas, cheese, and bologna. Add this to the fact that since we started table food Ben hasn't eaten a single vegetable, and I think we will have to resign to the idea that we have a picky eater on our hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5194548488828336927-6503918857483356315?l=momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6503918857483356315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5194548488828336927&amp;postID=6503918857483356315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6503918857483356315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5194548488828336927/posts/default/6503918857483356315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momseverydayadventures.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-hot-chocolate.html' title='No Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>The mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15628105710169806634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEcOTe1JiCk/R17Qn-Y6zYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8axCiTTfHLs/s72-c/101_0188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
