<?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-1350388806581742644</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:38:06.207-08:00</updated><category term='favorite link friday'/><category term='recipes'/><title type='text'>and now there are three</title><subtitle type='html'>daily life with two girls</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>506</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7872854248960222760</id><published>2011-10-08T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:41:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Post</title><content type='html'>I completed the pumpkin post a few weeks ago and it was &lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/frugal-homemaking/for-the-love-of-pumpkin-26-pumpkin-recipes/"&gt;posted &lt;/a&gt;last week while we were vacationing in Mexico!&amp;nbsp; Check out the fun recipes.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to try them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pics of Mexico soon - I hope ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7872854248960222760?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7872854248960222760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7872854248960222760&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7872854248960222760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7872854248960222760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-post.html' title='Pumpkin Post'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-3608192859060439102</id><published>2011-09-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:38:19.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Birthday, Eloise's Birthday and the first day of school all wrapped into one big post!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have a break this evening, I'll play catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Sam's birthday.&amp;nbsp; He's turned 2!&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe he's 2 but at the Sam time I love it and I'm so glad we're finally here.&amp;nbsp; Not a big newborn baby fan but I LOVE this stage.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I'm starting to even out and our family is hitting our stride.&amp;nbsp; It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oyMz1BUNMA/TngVUQ8UIuI/AAAAAAAABiA/AIV7rWiWufI/s1600/_MG_0933.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oyMz1BUNMA/TngVUQ8UIuI/AAAAAAAABiA/AIV7rWiWufI/s400/_MG_0933.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kkss1iddo/TngVZqLnixI/AAAAAAAABiE/mAYQWb9rqxU/s1600/_MG_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5kkss1iddo/TngVZqLnixI/AAAAAAAABiE/mAYQWb9rqxU/s400/_MG_0931.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUtCg0z-hsU/TngVdoCiFhI/AAAAAAAABiI/aBL6pWklkvc/s1600/_MG_0929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUtCg0z-hsU/TngVdoCiFhI/AAAAAAAABiI/aBL6pWklkvc/s400/_MG_0929.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qkp4eOd33s/TngVifEfasI/AAAAAAAABiM/qwjz3jsz5yM/s1600/_MG_0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qkp4eOd33s/TngVifEfasI/AAAAAAAABiM/qwjz3jsz5yM/s400/_MG_0954.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uc5OBQvwJ9Y/TngVq5LzKXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/72QGb3AS7vw/s1600/IMG_0861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uc5OBQvwJ9Y/TngVq5LzKXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/72QGb3AS7vw/s400/IMG_0861.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Love him.&amp;nbsp; He's playing with My Little Pony car. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I might have that face too if I was a boy in an all girl house all day.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a small family party with a Thomas the Train cake.&amp;nbsp; Then we opened gifts.&amp;nbsp; That's about it and we loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCQ04-XcNs0/TngVwofKNBI/AAAAAAAABiU/OFhSplJ7y0M/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCQ04-XcNs0/TngVwofKNBI/AAAAAAAABiU/OFhSplJ7y0M/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Eloise turned 6!&amp;nbsp; She is 6!&amp;nbsp; Holy cow!&amp;nbsp; I kept thinking of the day she was born and how excited we were to find out if she was a boy or girl.&amp;nbsp; I can still remember the entire room bursting song (practically) "it's a girl".&amp;nbsp; Our long legged baby was born.&amp;nbsp; And her legs have stayed just the same.&amp;nbsp; She wanted a Rio birthday party.&amp;nbsp; If you haven't seen the movie it's a cute little flick about birds in Rio.&amp;nbsp; She loves to dance and they have some pretty great dance music.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdPMb5E3FUk/TngWBwOoYzI/AAAAAAAABik/ncNQUPqnGns/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdPMb5E3FUk/TngWBwOoYzI/AAAAAAAABik/ncNQUPqnGns/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8SOVoGP4ak/TngV6e8tRxI/AAAAAAAABic/z-Z_iw92OUM/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O8SOVoGP4ak/TngV6e8tRxI/AAAAAAAABic/z-Z_iw92OUM/s400/IMG_0997.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPmxUKpUHjU/TngV9pAK8RI/AAAAAAAABig/FtiT9GNTmlE/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPmxUKpUHjU/TngV9pAK8RI/AAAAAAAABig/FtiT9GNTmlE/s400/IMG_1001.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6q6yyTaLfok/TngWHM5viuI/AAAAAAAABio/XkkRx_bxtHU/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6q6yyTaLfok/TngWHM5viuI/AAAAAAAABio/XkkRx_bxtHU/s400/IMG_1016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CNYRF1icKE/TngWNorbLpI/AAAAAAAABis/1Wkz71QgzTc/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2CNYRF1icKE/TngWNorbLpI/AAAAAAAABis/1Wkz71QgzTc/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her a cake with hibiscus flowers and a blue makaw (Jewel - from the movie).&amp;nbsp; She wanted beans, rice and chicken strips.&amp;nbsp; Juice with floating coconut ice (popsicles).&amp;nbsp; Then we did coconut bowling.&amp;nbsp; We prefer the 2 year old bowl in his diaper - much more fun that way.&amp;nbsp; We rounded off the night with a RIO movie.&amp;nbsp; Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypJsBjPPvpw/TngWQ01t5cI/AAAAAAAABi0/z9bKlvOYfYE/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypJsBjPPvpw/TngWQ01t5cI/AAAAAAAABi0/z9bKlvOYfYE/s400/IMG_1022.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gxQYOuUI2w/TngWOs3hHTI/AAAAAAAABiw/cqOyjF_nERc/s1600/IMG_1021.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gxQYOuUI2w/TngWOs3hHTI/AAAAAAAABiw/cqOyjF_nERc/s400/IMG_1021.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtA4WXqzsw/TngWWKEoT-I/AAAAAAAABi8/OKF60fVZp7E/s1600/IMG_1035.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gWtA4WXqzsw/TngWWKEoT-I/AAAAAAAABi8/OKF60fVZp7E/s400/IMG_1035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto school.&amp;nbsp; Eloise started school today.&amp;nbsp; The Lord confirmed our decision the moment we walked into the room.&amp;nbsp; I felt myself in my element.&amp;nbsp; Eager to talk with other moms, eager to learn about the other kids and eager to see our family dive into this new adventure.&amp;nbsp; I love that it's only 2.5 hours.&amp;nbsp; Lily loves it too.&amp;nbsp; The thought of being away from Eloise all day right now makes her a little weepy.&amp;nbsp; Eloise told her she was going to be gone until dinnertime.&amp;nbsp; Lily cried for 3 nights straight until she finally started to understand that she would only be gone during rest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zqTcYLQ5Go/TngWZW4HpnI/AAAAAAAABjE/IsrfYnrfXsU/s1600/IMG_1046.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5zqTcYLQ5Go/TngWZW4HpnI/AAAAAAAABjE/IsrfYnrfXsU/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlKNgyNh3tI/TngWajtv7aI/AAAAAAAABjI/DbeFoj8_f4k/s1600/IMG_1049.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AlKNgyNh3tI/TngWajtv7aI/AAAAAAAABjI/DbeFoj8_f4k/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is just 2 blocks away so we'll walk her there.&amp;nbsp; I love her teacher, her sweet little friends who sit at her table and everything about it.&amp;nbsp; It's going to be a great year.&amp;nbsp; We also are waiting to read &lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/book-reviews/going-public-your-child-can-thrive-in-public-school?utm_source=feedburner"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; that my friend Lindsey suggested on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; His vision for public school is ours exactly and we can't wait to hear more of his encouraging thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. I'm working on a pumpkin post for Frugal Living and I've got some other recipes to share.&amp;nbsp; I'm loving pumpkin overnight oats.&amp;nbsp; They are my favorite and I don't need to cook them.&amp;nbsp; The kids love them but I'm a little too stingy to share.&amp;nbsp; But I'll share the recipe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3608192859060439102?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3608192859060439102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3608192859060439102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3608192859060439102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3608192859060439102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/09/sams-birthday-eloises-birthday-and.html' title='Sam&apos;s Birthday, Eloise&apos;s Birthday and the first day of school all wrapped into one big post!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/--oyMz1BUNMA/TngVUQ8UIuI/AAAAAAAABiA/AIV7rWiWufI/s72-c/_MG_0933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2698430393105030757</id><published>2011-08-20T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:35:20.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Eloise</title><content type='html'>I promise I'm not a lame mom forgetting my oldest child.&amp;nbsp; Life has been busy beyond normal and trying to carve out time on the computer that is not work, is hard to do.&amp;nbsp; But today is Saturday, it's hot outside and we're laying around taking naps and resting.&amp;nbsp; Perfect day to get caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQvTWhZlG0/TlAlZD0RP9I/AAAAAAAABhw/JmW_E8B_kps/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQvTWhZlG0/TlAlZD0RP9I/AAAAAAAABhw/JmW_E8B_kps/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is almost 6 and taller than most 3rd graders.&amp;nbsp; Since the day she was born the more common comment we receive is "wow, she's so tall".&amp;nbsp; Yes, yes she is.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how this will play out for her in school but we're hoping that it works to her advantage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPfxUw_cGG4/TlAjexB8m1I/AAAAAAAABhk/IPcKYu5VdPw/s1600/IMG_0841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPfxUw_cGG4/TlAjexB8m1I/AAAAAAAABhk/IPcKYu5VdPw/s400/IMG_0841.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is almost reading and she loves to learn.&amp;nbsp; The kids is begging me all day long to do craft projects with her and work on her reading lessons.&amp;nbsp; I'm constantly dodging the crafting questions but I'm eager to do the reading with her.&amp;nbsp; But with the reading comes the fun to play, play, play and more play.&amp;nbsp; Sand is her favorite thing to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-AmL1Nw8U0/TlAklLujlnI/AAAAAAAABhs/oXJkkFWil1s/s1600/IMG_0731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-AmL1Nw8U0/TlAklLujlnI/AAAAAAAABhs/oXJkkFWil1s/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izY4H-i7XqY/TlAj97sDE-I/AAAAAAAABho/7HQtpkgLZQA/s1600/IMG_0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-izY4H-i7XqY/TlAj97sDE-I/AAAAAAAABho/7HQtpkgLZQA/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Eloise is her heart to do good, please others and be as helpful as she possibly can.&amp;nbsp; I've noticed this trend in most first-born girls.&amp;nbsp; If I'm baking, she's the second (behind Sam) to help.&amp;nbsp; She really wants to learn how to cut with a knife so we're looking for time to help her learn how to do it safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmTX6DuP2Tk/TlAiy5liCEI/AAAAAAAABhg/PRKIsJk4XbM/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmTX6DuP2Tk/TlAiy5liCEI/AAAAAAAABhg/PRKIsJk4XbM/s400/IMG_0848.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves friends and can't wait to have her first sleepover at a friends house.&amp;nbsp; Mom's attempts to keep the sleepover at home are not keeping that desire at bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmn5kBHdZpQ/TlAmox8J5AI/AAAAAAAABh4/3gRkhEx8iHw/s1600/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmn5kBHdZpQ/TlAmox8J5AI/AAAAAAAABh4/3gRkhEx8iHw/s400/IMG_0609.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is curious but not overly curious.&amp;nbsp; If there is something to try, she takes a few steps forward and then waits a few more minutes for her sister to try.&amp;nbsp; Once it's safe, she takes the plunge.&amp;nbsp; A far cry from the 20 month old leaping of slides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that with as she longs to please and make it known that she is doing things right, I want her to know that even when she does things wrong, I am pleased.&amp;nbsp; I am pleased with her because she is fearfully and wonderfully made by a powerful and loving Creator who is pleased with her as well. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eNqvEFp_7Q/TlAnEjamclI/AAAAAAAABh8/haqdlMVzFtQ/s1600/IMG_0598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eNqvEFp_7Q/TlAnEjamclI/AAAAAAAABh8/haqdlMVzFtQ/s400/IMG_0598.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to watching her grow next year in school as she can hardly count the days until she attends kindy.&amp;nbsp; The friends she'll meet, the teacher she will enjoy and the lessons she'll learn.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjboUUvcodI/TlAmBwJdiYI/AAAAAAAABh0/0i3l-f3UKwY/s1600/IMG_0654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjboUUvcodI/TlAmBwJdiYI/AAAAAAAABh0/0i3l-f3UKwY/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our sweet Eloise Caroline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2698430393105030757?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2698430393105030757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2698430393105030757&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2698430393105030757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2698430393105030757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/08/meet-eloise.html' title='Meet Eloise'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/-3TQvTWhZlG0/TlAlZD0RP9I/AAAAAAAABhw/JmW_E8B_kps/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7838616467168105826</id><published>2011-06-20T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:29:18.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEHNdr4w3e4/TgAmvaddOgI/AAAAAAAABg4/QZ1yx4BfCMg/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MEHNdr4w3e4/TgAmvaddOgI/AAAAAAAABg4/QZ1yx4BfCMg/s400/IMG_0332.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I promise I haven't forgotten about my two other children.&amp;nbsp; Nothing major holding me back from doing it.&amp;nbsp; Just work, a garage that seems to be accumulating clutter that needs to be sold or given away and a bed filled with laundry from nights with soaked sheets.&amp;nbsp; The times where it just doesn't feel like it will ever be clean enough or organized enough.&amp;nbsp; But through it all there is one little girl that reminds me to have joy.&amp;nbsp; Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uiQouuQhwVY/TgAoGxDYy8I/AAAAAAAABhM/IsmYZOHGOeA/s1600/_MG_9531.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uiQouuQhwVY/TgAoGxDYy8I/AAAAAAAABhM/IsmYZOHGOeA/s400/_MG_9531.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet Lily.&amp;nbsp; She is our fun loving, party starting, crazy hugging, sweet lovin' girl.&amp;nbsp; This child came into our lives as a surprise and we knew the moment we heard of her impending arrival that she was our grace.&amp;nbsp; And her middle name will always be our reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz28l9_e8Uc/TgAobpcCWlI/AAAAAAAABhQ/oGvlJVy5q-E/s1600/_MG_9540.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nz28l9_e8Uc/TgAobpcCWlI/AAAAAAAABhQ/oGvlJVy5q-E/s400/_MG_9540.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is 4 yrs old.&amp;nbsp; She currently has no aspirations for academics.&amp;nbsp; That education stuff is left to her big sister.&amp;nbsp; She wants to bounce around and swing as high as her little legs can pump her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3-itCAEsPc/TgAnpTfQQ-I/AAAAAAAABhI/IYi2OuOIcik/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3-itCAEsPc/TgAnpTfQQ-I/AAAAAAAABhI/IYi2OuOIcik/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-9DBvxtBug/TgAnHy8glqI/AAAAAAAABg8/75T0Kuv35mw/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves all fruits and veggies and has no fear of trying whatever is set in front of her.&amp;nbsp; Her only strong dislike is bananas.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite fruit of the moment is strawberries.&amp;nbsp; She eagerly waits by the strawberry patch in the backyard to see her beloved fruit turn scarlet.&amp;nbsp; She has been known to have arguments with her daddy about who can eat the strawberries in the garden.&amp;nbsp; Her favorite bucket of peas has been planted and she tenderly calls them "sweet peas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7gN38exYBo/TgApLCnzLLI/AAAAAAAABhc/Ia52ItdvicA/s1600/IMG_9935.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7gN38exYBo/TgApLCnzLLI/AAAAAAAABhc/Ia52ItdvicA/s400/IMG_9935.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3-itCAEsPc/TgAnpTfQQ-I/AAAAAAAABhI/IYi2OuOIcik/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily loves to hug.&amp;nbsp; She is our most affectionate child.&amp;nbsp; If you're not up for cuddling she find a way to make you cuddle.&amp;nbsp; It feels as though she is my baby kangaroo waiting for her mama to open up her pouch so she can climb right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZnRY4h6TGo/TgAmfhxPCZI/AAAAAAAABg0/rwWVuOUozg0/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZnRY4h6TGo/TgAmfhxPCZI/AAAAAAAABg0/rwWVuOUozg0/s400/IMG_0413.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often call her bruiser.&amp;nbsp; She's pretty rough with the rest of us.&amp;nbsp; It's not uncommon to hear someone crying and know it's Lily who has been the aggressor.&amp;nbsp; It's 80% unintentional.&amp;nbsp; She just doesn't know her own strength.&amp;nbsp; The other 20% is sheer aggression.&amp;nbsp; This could be the asthma medicine talking.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-9DBvxtBug/TgAnHy8glqI/AAAAAAAABg8/75T0Kuv35mw/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-9DBvxtBug/TgAnHy8glqI/AAAAAAAABg8/75T0Kuv35mw/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddd0Dd5fBZo/TgAo6IV_z5I/AAAAAAAABhY/0JwG7gyQSNw/s1600/IMG_9821.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ddd0Dd5fBZo/TgAo6IV_z5I/AAAAAAAABhY/0JwG7gyQSNw/s400/IMG_9821.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She is our joy and our sharpening tool all at the same time, but we wouldn't have it any other way. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnP6zvDdy8g/TgAomRJg2YI/AAAAAAAABhU/Pcqeyx6hiR0/s1600/_MG_9556.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnP6zvDdy8g/TgAomRJg2YI/AAAAAAAABhU/Pcqeyx6hiR0/s400/_MG_9556.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7838616467168105826?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7838616467168105826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7838616467168105826&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7838616467168105826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7838616467168105826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/06/meet-lily.html' title='Meet Lily'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/-MEHNdr4w3e4/TgAmvaddOgI/AAAAAAAABg4/QZ1yx4BfCMg/s72-c/IMG_0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1057114027131559432</id><published>2011-05-13T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:00:52.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;He is tall, slender, and will mostly likely reach 3 ft tall by the ripe age of 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He doesn’t have an experienced palate yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He loves pumpkin oatmeal, lots of white foods, and carbs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Milk tops the list, which he demands the moment he wakes up from a long nights sleep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Crackers, pb sandwiches and bananas suit him just fine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He has yet to hop on the Paleo bandwagon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUUTLCmTWkI/Tc2nvjlCEnI/AAAAAAAABgk/rJpFcFpmN7o/s1600/IMG_9778.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUUTLCmTWkI/Tc2nvjlCEnI/AAAAAAAABgk/rJpFcFpmN7o/s400/IMG_9778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;He loves his big sisters, but at the moment, pals around with Eloise the best.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This might change next year when Lily and Sam have a little bit of time to themselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;He knows how to communicate to his sister’s well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He is often found lying in a heap on the floor when they slightly touch him or refuse to hand over the toy they are playing with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPMJcIAFzVg/Tc2mYrGr8uI/AAAAAAAABgU/2jm3k1voWMY/s1600/eloise-lily.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPMJcIAFzVg/Tc2mYrGr8uI/AAAAAAAABgU/2jm3k1voWMY/s400/eloise-lily.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dkLSsCU99Ag/TcxBH9pN68I/AAAAAAAABfs/HvHXLC7Q8_o/s1600/IMG_9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ignore: vglayout;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;He’s very fluent in the language of baby, but occasionally he branches over to proper English.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His current English words are Mama, Dada, Nana (doubles for Nana and Banana), papa or poppie (doubles for puppy and papa), kah-ker (cracker), car, bye, hi, and of course, no and mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUUTLCmTWkI/Tc2nvjlCEnI/AAAAAAAABgk/rJpFcFpmN7o/s1600/IMG_9778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnGLTmXCyYY/Tc2p3h7zSII/AAAAAAAABgs/zki_tRQ496c/s1600/IMG_9667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnGLTmXCyYY/Tc2p3h7zSII/AAAAAAAABgs/zki_tRQ496c/s400/IMG_9667.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He can climb bunk beds, book shelves and anything else that could send him falling a large distance to the floor possibly breaking an arm or leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWq-hOTGwho/Tc2nUp2pTbI/AAAAAAAABgg/MMb_TeCUPo4/s1600/IMG_9786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWq-hOTGwho/Tc2nUp2pTbI/AAAAAAAABgg/MMb_TeCUPo4/s400/IMG_9786.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;Hair cuts are his least favorite activity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His mom and dad have tried pinning him in their lap and that was an epic failure.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The movie trick was tried the next time, which proved to be a little less of a failure.&amp;nbsp; However, he still thinks his dad is the coolest guy in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He knows his way around a kitchen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At the first sound of a utensil being pulled out of the drawer, he is sprinting to pull up his chair and begin cooking with his mama.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He’s still working on his culinary skills.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MK455vjarY/Tc2mmKjvvLI/AAAAAAAABgY/GQIKAQAzO2o/s1600/sam+baking.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7MK455vjarY/Tc2mmKjvvLI/AAAAAAAABgY/GQIKAQAzO2o/s400/sam+baking.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuZKF3HMfLM/TcxFls2LQJI/AAAAAAAABgM/yV7Onq02Zpw/s1600/_MG_9566.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ignore: vglayout;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GN8KdLaUxtI/TcxCHzMpAnI/AAAAAAAABgA/oSOSPD5svMs/s1600/IMG_9844.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;When his mama doesn't need his help, she will gladly hand over the ipod to get his dinner finally on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5D_x3NtPVmo/Tc2mwEGfwNI/AAAAAAAABgc/_nMnTFWFWKQ/s1600/sam+ipod.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5D_x3NtPVmo/Tc2mwEGfwNI/AAAAAAAABgc/_nMnTFWFWKQ/s400/sam+ipod.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXBBVxkADPg/TcxGlAtVjqI/AAAAAAAABgQ/m1oxbxpeON4/s1600/_MG_9573.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ignore: vglayout;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"&gt;Sweet Sam is a blessing to the family.&amp;nbsp; We enjoy watching him grow and look forward to many more years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1057114027131559432?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1057114027131559432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1057114027131559432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1057114027131559432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1057114027131559432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-sam.html' title='I am Sam'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/-mPvCnXN24nU/Tc2oZEPmaEI/AAAAAAAABgo/1-zyNSecsTA/s72-c/IMG_9688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-4499944984239714980</id><published>2011-05-05T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:31:55.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindy</title><content type='html'>Tonight, we go to Eloise's Kindergarten round-up.&amp;nbsp; It's a night where we get to meet teachers, look at the school and get an idea of what may lie ahead in the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have gone before me know that it will be a little emotional but will pass.&amp;nbsp; I can see that on the other side, but it's transition and I LOVE transition (insert sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked with the Lord alot about what His plan is for schooling our children.&amp;nbsp; I've explored homeschooling, looked at charters and had dreams about private (too expensive).&amp;nbsp; With each option, the Lord has clearly checked off each one and we've ended up with public and our local school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this comes with some hesitation.&amp;nbsp; First, the surface hesitations.&amp;nbsp; It's not in the best neighborhood and it doesn't LOOK the best.&amp;nbsp; Second, the deep hesitations.&amp;nbsp; What kind of things will she come in contact with?&amp;nbsp; Will people be mean to her?&amp;nbsp; How will she handle confrontation or getting her feelings hurt?&amp;nbsp; These deep hesitations or worries I have can happen anywhere.&amp;nbsp; They can happen in the best of the best schools and 4 pretty walls surrounding her will not prevent any of that from happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is a driven girl, she will excel anywhere she goes.&amp;nbsp; I can teach her whatever she needs to be taught.&amp;nbsp; It's not really about education.&amp;nbsp; So then, as a family, I'm left asking - are we supposed to be in that school to love people?&amp;nbsp; To serve where there are needs that need to be met?&amp;nbsp; To show support to teachers, to help children who don't have a steady home life, to be a light where there needs to be light?&amp;nbsp; I can't help but know deep down that THAT is why we are headed in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look forward to Kindergarten round-up and I look back at this last year with thanks. Thanks to the Lord for helping me make the decision to not send Eloise to pre-school.&amp;nbsp; I have loved the time I've had to keep all three of them at home without any commitments.&amp;nbsp; I love that in a rare beautiful Spring day, they get to make mud pies and play fairy soccer until their hearts are content.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9sRfUs4J70/TcMVF_NxddI/AAAAAAAABfM/ezqm-JiVN10/s1600/IMG_9587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9sRfUs4J70/TcMVF_NxddI/AAAAAAAABfM/ezqm-JiVN10/s400/IMG_9587.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pojb4NoZwXM/TcMVRO0UvAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ou2Jf7_EUpg/s1600/IMG_9605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pojb4NoZwXM/TcMVRO0UvAI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ou2Jf7_EUpg/s400/IMG_9605.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2CkxF64T60/TcMVXJnaqNI/AAAAAAAABfU/bpc6ySaNONY/s1600/IMG_9609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2CkxF64T60/TcMVXJnaqNI/AAAAAAAABfU/bpc6ySaNONY/s400/IMG_9609.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JR4EusIV60/TcMViFTgglI/AAAAAAAABfY/bzntuUKMJYQ/s1600/IMG_9629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JR4EusIV60/TcMViFTgglI/AAAAAAAABfY/bzntuUKMJYQ/s400/IMG_9629.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSp65nyjzpI/TcMVniJABwI/AAAAAAAABfc/xKHMcMKTIwU/s1600/IMG_9642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSp65nyjzpI/TcMVniJABwI/AAAAAAAABfc/xKHMcMKTIwU/s400/IMG_9642.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9B2BVXoaMo/TcMV0gYFjjI/AAAAAAAABfg/7zYvHekS2hc/s1600/IMG_9613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v9B2BVXoaMo/TcMV0gYFjjI/AAAAAAAABfg/7zYvHekS2hc/s400/IMG_9613.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he just likes to push things around, including his sister's doll stroller.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the life of a little boy with only sister's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4499944984239714980?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4499944984239714980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4499944984239714980&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4499944984239714980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4499944984239714980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/05/kindy.html' title='Kindy'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/-q9sRfUs4J70/TcMVF_NxddI/AAAAAAAABfM/ezqm-JiVN10/s72-c/IMG_9587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5964746382013820348</id><published>2011-04-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T21:21:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zItel2a0xuY/TbT0e2aMGZI/AAAAAAAABe8/EnAKPoHncC8/s1600/family+easter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zItel2a0xuY/TbT0e2aMGZI/AAAAAAAABe8/EnAKPoHncC8/s400/family+easter.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not the best shot, but family photos aren't perfect around here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There have been numerous times I've wanted to update my blog with thoughts, phases, stages, ideas, etc...but after spending 3 hours on the computer working, the last thing I want to do is spend another 30 minutes uploading photos and editing pictures.&amp;nbsp; But Easter rolled around, no time spent on the computer and it seems like the perfect opportunity to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GztFch848k/TbTxiHXh3mI/AAAAAAAABeU/BntV_jTtAek/s1600/comforting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--GztFch848k/TbTxiHXh3mI/AAAAAAAABeU/BntV_jTtAek/s400/comforting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eshdm3Yys0E/TbTx4BKJ42I/AAAAAAAABec/qemspsHjxdE/s1600/IMG_9436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eshdm3Yys0E/TbTx4BKJ42I/AAAAAAAABec/qemspsHjxdE/s400/IMG_9436.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOC2F5-FuME/TbTx-5ajsiI/AAAAAAAABeg/Zg8Zy5fNrvQ/s1600/IMG_9438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dOC2F5-FuME/TbTx-5ajsiI/AAAAAAAABeg/Zg8Zy5fNrvQ/s400/IMG_9438.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qDvl7JnE8I/TbTy3byHyXI/AAAAAAAABe0/0_wUYHX6fb8/s1600/IMG_9441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6qDvl7JnE8I/TbTy3byHyXI/AAAAAAAABe0/0_wUYHX6fb8/s400/IMG_9441.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pictures don't work out so well around here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMsbvNltn3g/TbTzA2x6UEI/AAAAAAAABe4/FjyrKqZ9gdA/s1600/_MG_9458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year, I learned more about the history of Easter and how it came to be.&amp;nbsp; Because of our belief in Jesus, I wanted to move away from the tradition of Easter and focus more on the the Holy week and Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday.&amp;nbsp; A few blogs I read gave me some &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/good-fridayeaster-food-craft/"&gt;inspiring&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/resurrection-easter-ideas-for-kids/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+impressyourkids%2FFrMX+%28ImpressYourKids%29#comment-26477"&gt;ideas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we started out each day reading what Jesus was doing leading up to the Resurrection.&amp;nbsp; My mom had given them these little paper cutouts with a book and stickers.&amp;nbsp; It was a good visual for little minds.&amp;nbsp; On Good Friday we spent some time outside working on our &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/resurrection-easter-ideas-for-kids/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+impressyourkids%2FFrMX+%28ImpressYourKids%29#comment-26477"&gt;Tomb garden&lt;/a&gt; and then put it together that evening.&amp;nbsp; We read a story, lit the candle and then went to bed after we blew out the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zuXrTmhoXc/TbTyGW5o2_I/AAAAAAAABeo/C8bcRqTsecs/s1600/IMG_9445.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0zuXrTmhoXc/TbTyGW5o2_I/AAAAAAAABeo/C8bcRqTsecs/s400/IMG_9445.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mL5p28dns5I/TbTxv7k1VfI/AAAAAAAABeY/nXmYHBCSuW0/s1600/_MG_9426.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mL5p28dns5I/TbTxv7k1VfI/AAAAAAAABeY/nXmYHBCSuW0/s400/_MG_9426.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sH95O3hG_Ew/TbTyfZjFl5I/AAAAAAAABes/2gjSnp2hWHw/s1600/IMG_9449.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sH95O3hG_Ew/TbTyfZjFl5I/AAAAAAAABes/2gjSnp2hWHw/s400/IMG_9449.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To keep balance, we still did Easter eggs.&amp;nbsp; We just did them in the lawn in our backyard on Saturday.&amp;nbsp; The kids knew no different and still had tons of fun and lots of candy (too much in fact!).&amp;nbsp; Then today, Resurrection Sunday, when the kids woke up, we rolled away the rock in front of our tomb in the garden and then cut some flowers to place around it for the "new-ness" that Christ has given to us in His Resurrection.&amp;nbsp; We went to church, came home and had lunch.&amp;nbsp; Took naps and rested the remainder of the day.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful, relaxing, and fresh filled day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCbTc9iWoYQ/TbTylwIGmaI/AAAAAAAABew/iHQCsvhcQEg/s1600/IMG_9453.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XCbTc9iWoYQ/TbTylwIGmaI/AAAAAAAABew/iHQCsvhcQEg/s400/IMG_9453.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMsbvNltn3g/TbTzA2x6UEI/AAAAAAAABe4/FjyrKqZ9gdA/s1600/_MG_9458.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMsbvNltn3g/TbTzA2x6UEI/AAAAAAAABe4/FjyrKqZ9gdA/s400/_MG_9458.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love that she has no idea he's stealing her candy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think in the future, I'll do a Spring party with their friends and hide Easter eggs on that day.&amp;nbsp; Something about keeping Easter separate from Resurrection Sunday has become really important to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it would take more creativity than I have, here's the pictures from the weekend, all clumped together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8327yg3VkGA/TbT1psZ-d4I/AAAAAAAABfA/I-HLVH3VLz4/s1600/DSCN2376.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8327yg3VkGA/TbT1psZ-d4I/AAAAAAAABfA/I-HLVH3VLz4/s400/DSCN2376.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sECwJ8MqQ/TbT12HZ5CyI/AAAAAAAABfI/--fKe53NC3U/s1600/DSCN2381.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sECwJ8MqQ/TbT12HZ5CyI/AAAAAAAABfI/--fKe53NC3U/s400/DSCN2381.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuM1GGym6PY/TbT1szi7iuI/AAAAAAAABfE/ytOB1Zc8Q7Y/s1600/DSCN2377.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KuM1GGym6PY/TbT1szi7iuI/AAAAAAAABfE/ytOB1Zc8Q7Y/s400/DSCN2377.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Easter and Resurrection Sunday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5964746382013820348?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5964746382013820348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5964746382013820348&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5964746382013820348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5964746382013820348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/-zItel2a0xuY/TbT0e2aMGZI/AAAAAAAABe8/EnAKPoHncC8/s72-c/family+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1889510823796209661</id><published>2011-03-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:27:13.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily gets married</title><content type='html'>Lily went to her first wedding this last summer.&amp;nbsp; Ever since, she's been obsessed with the ladies dressed in white.&amp;nbsp; When our friends, Mary and Eric, asked her to be in their wedding, we knew she would be overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was the wedding and Lily was the life of the party.&amp;nbsp; I can't tell you how many times people came up to me and commented how wonderful, lively, loving, sweet, kind and beautiful she was.&amp;nbsp; Our sweet Lily thrives in environments with lots of people.&amp;nbsp; The night after the rehearsal dinner, she had so much energy flowing through her she couldn't fall asleep until 11:30!&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, after the wedding she had a complete meltdown on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, she looked beautiful and did great.&amp;nbsp; And her big sister Eloise did great and working through those emotions of jealous and helped Lily to have a wonderful time.&amp;nbsp; Another great accomplishment for our 5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the proof of cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;First, the rehearsal dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y_KxjA0KjSQ/TYlnNMAwR2I/AAAAAAAABeA/GZI-PE_ESMs/s1600/DSCN2303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y_KxjA0KjSQ/TYlnNMAwR2I/AAAAAAAABeA/GZI-PE_ESMs/s400/DSCN2303.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aTm8kPkkGcU/TYlnOwJvYMI/AAAAAAAABeE/W4izwlD3cpM/s1600/DSCN2304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aTm8kPkkGcU/TYlnOwJvYMI/AAAAAAAABeE/W4izwlD3cpM/s320/DSCN2304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for the wedding to start.&amp;nbsp; A great distractions with coloring crayons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EAPqCuiChQs/TYlnaui_C3I/AAAAAAAABeI/fGUUkpt8q6Q/s1600/DSCN2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EAPqCuiChQs/TYlnaui_C3I/AAAAAAAABeI/fGUUkpt8q6Q/s320/DSCN2309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A cute cheesy smile.&amp;nbsp; She did not like the headband and wouldn't put it on until the very last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nBbudVyknnw/TYlne85Ur7I/AAAAAAAABeM/BlEy2h1dJSI/s1600/DSCN2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nBbudVyknnw/TYlne85Ur7I/AAAAAAAABeM/BlEy2h1dJSI/s400/DSCN2312.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally, the time arrived and she concentrated very hard on dropping her flowers just right.&amp;nbsp; There were several candles lining the isles so they needed to be careful no petals landed in the flame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oFSr-rkbB60/TYlnjN0yLGI/AAAAAAAABeQ/LxOtFW8Kt98/s1600/DSCN2317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oFSr-rkbB60/TYlnjN0yLGI/AAAAAAAABeQ/LxOtFW8Kt98/s320/DSCN2317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was great to be a part of this fantastic wedding at our church.&amp;nbsp; We love this couple dearly and love how supportive our church family has been.&amp;nbsp; There were over 400 people at the wedding.&amp;nbsp; People were standing in the isles.&amp;nbsp; Lots of love to go around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1889510823796209661?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1889510823796209661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1889510823796209661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1889510823796209661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1889510823796209661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/03/lily-gets-married.html' title='Lily gets married'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y_KxjA0KjSQ/TYlnNMAwR2I/AAAAAAAABeA/GZI-PE_ESMs/s72-c/DSCN2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-4794832956234302756</id><published>2011-02-27T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:52:24.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily turns 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've neglected this bloggy blog for a while, but there's nothing like a birthday to bring me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lhV-eC0trwQ/TWsl6tjPKPI/AAAAAAAABdU/cqgz6t_YfZE/s1600/DSCN2267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lhV-eC0trwQ/TWsl6tjPKPI/AAAAAAAABdU/cqgz6t_YfZE/s400/DSCN2267.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lily turned 4 last Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; Part of me can't believe the 4 years has flown by, but the other part of me feels like it's perfect timing.&amp;nbsp; We've rising out of the whiny 3's and we're powering into the rationalizing/arguing 4's.&amp;nbsp; All part of growing up and all part of me learning how to teach and train her in the right way she should go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is the light of our family.&amp;nbsp; She brings laughter, craziness, and joy to our family.&amp;nbsp; She is our feeler.&amp;nbsp; I can already tell that one of her gifts is mercy.&amp;nbsp; When we watch Wipe-out, she gets very unhappy when we laugh at the people falling.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes to the point of tears.&amp;nbsp; At the end of Toy Story 3, she nearly fell apart at the possibility of the toys being burned in the incinerator.&amp;nbsp; So we've learned that she has an extra sensitivity to people's pain and we make sure to help her work through those emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to hug, kiss and cuddle constantly.&amp;nbsp; It's often a point of frustration.&amp;nbsp; She loves to hug and cuddle Sam and he does not want his sister smothering him.&amp;nbsp; Her challenge will be learning to respect people's personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is her world.&amp;nbsp; They fight, but they create, play, and imagine together and Lily watches what Eloise does with an curious eye.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to watching their relationship change and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still following the family birthday party plan so we just had my parents down to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; Lily is in love with unicorns, so we opted for a unicorn birthday cake and a few rainbow party props thrown in. My cake wasn't as fabulous as I had hoped, but she loved the rainbow inside and the princess and unicorns on top (Playmobile).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MJhw62RlS3c/TWsnyTvZ8LI/AAAAAAAABd8/K8UzpzSx2lU/s1600/DSCN2264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MJhw62RlS3c/TWsnyTvZ8LI/AAAAAAAABd8/K8UzpzSx2lU/s320/DSCN2264.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zla6oqa2l48/TWsmDPvZk4I/AAAAAAAABdc/Wc_WtTpxBME/s320/DSCN2274.JPG" width="320" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cmxd0Ntn3HQ/TWsmIFAQKkI/AAAAAAAABdg/fMQYsoq8Hac/s320/DSCN2275.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tRtVk4TtNCo/TWsm53OTzqI/AAAAAAAABd4/UqcTAyiRdsQ/s320/DSCN2294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a rainbow fruit salad, pickles and olives, mac &amp;amp; cheese shells and chicken strips.&amp;nbsp; She also wanted orange juice.&amp;nbsp; Requests granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-WMokhcPupJA/TWsl-TfXu5I/AAAAAAAABdY/QRueEOxFrFk/s320/DSCN2268.JPG" width="320" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Fd4RaDcxP4/TWsm3ZvnEkI/AAAAAAAABdw/slLTPwPeOGA/s320/DSCN2292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite gift was a hula hoop!&amp;nbsp; She had hours of fun playing.&amp;nbsp; They also got a store front that Sam loved to play in and Eloise loved to draw on.&amp;nbsp; She received lots of other great gifts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bI1vRZ9x2dA/TWsmSTZelAI/AAAAAAAABdk/BqplQgmwJ8Y/s320/DSCN2254.JPG" width="320" /&gt; &lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NancIWeNWKQ/TWsmejvopuI/AAAAAAAABdo/DE3bysv5ejc/s320/DSCN2261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VmQNbRBeAxA/TWsmufFGUcI/AAAAAAAABds/yGqk2MA_EZI/s320/DSCN2285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day to celebrate the Lord's wonderful gift to us.&amp;nbsp; We are blessed and thankful to have Lily as a part of our family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4794832956234302756?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4794832956234302756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4794832956234302756&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4794832956234302756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4794832956234302756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/02/lily-turns-4.html' title='Lily turns 4!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lhV-eC0trwQ/TWsl6tjPKPI/AAAAAAAABdU/cqgz6t_YfZE/s72-c/DSCN2267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7419377185447605483</id><published>2011-01-30T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:14:48.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finished!</title><content type='html'>After all members of the family getting hit by this nasty bug and throwing up a combined total over more than 55 times, I'm happy to say WE ARE FINISHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew after Eloise got sick that the rest were to follow but I didn't expect it to be on the same scale.&amp;nbsp; No more trips to the ER, thankfully, but Lily and Sam threw up almost as much as Eloise.&amp;nbsp; Apparently, the anit-nausea medicine only worked on me, which is great, b/c we all know mamas are the ones that take care of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, we are breathing a sigh of relief.&amp;nbsp; We had our first meal together, we went for a walk, I cleaned the house, and I left the house for the first time in 5 days.&amp;nbsp; The outside air never smelled so good.&amp;nbsp; I told Dave we needed to find a way to create a sign to mark an end to this blasted week.&amp;nbsp; I mentioned something about the passage in the bible where they dust off their feet.&amp;nbsp; Not the same reference, but I like the idea.&amp;nbsp; So we've dusted our feet, sleeping soundly in beds and letting our stomachs celebrate by toasting ginger ale.&amp;nbsp; It's a refreshing feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7419377185447605483?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7419377185447605483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7419377185447605483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7419377185447605483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7419377185447605483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-4313044526628727746</id><published>2011-01-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:16:57.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness of epic proportions</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday night, I sat with Eloise in the ER watching her throw up for the 30th time and I cried.&amp;nbsp; I cried the tears of a mom who felt so helpless to stop her child's pain.&amp;nbsp; I knew someone could, they just happened to be taking longer than I hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise threw up in the sink on Wednesday night before I left to visit a friend.&amp;nbsp; When i got back home she had thrown up 8 more times.&amp;nbsp; And it kept going, closer and faster together.&amp;nbsp; I almost couldn't believe that her body was doing this to her.&amp;nbsp; I called the dr. and before they even had a chance to call me back, i was in the car on the way to the ER.&amp;nbsp; By the time I had arrived she'd thrown up 21 times in just under 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as most everyone knows, when you rush to get to the ER, you wait. and wait. and wait.....During our waiting time, she started to have other symptoms involving the lower half of her bowels.&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself, "seriously, this is getting worse?"&amp;nbsp; They gave her a pill to try and stop the vomiting but it just slowed it down to every 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got to our room, I just laid with her and waited for it to arrive yet again.&amp;nbsp; For 2 hours I restlessly dozed in between the heaving and then at 2:25 a.m., the last time she threw up, I cried and prayed as only a mother could.&amp;nbsp; I prayed that life would return to her.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for her to be bouncing off the walls, I prayed for her to cry.&amp;nbsp; I thanked God that this wasn't normal life.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for those families in which this was normal life.&amp;nbsp; Those that were battling horrific diseases with no end in sight.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for relief for all of those parents.&amp;nbsp; I prayed for the family next to us that was dealing with a teenage girl who had talked of committing suicide.&amp;nbsp; I knew they would quickly take the hand that was dealt to me than the one they were currently facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a dr. came in to my swollen, tear drenched face and said they would finally be giving her an IV.&amp;nbsp; She was asleep and lifeless on the bed at this point.&amp;nbsp; When he asked if there was anything else he could do, my first thought was, "MOVE FASTER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses were amazing as I think all pediatric nurses are.&amp;nbsp; They woke her up, got her IV in and she barely made a sound.&amp;nbsp; Within 15 minutes she was sitting up, talking about the fish on the wall, and told me she was dreaming about a tall glass of water.&amp;nbsp; And right at that point, I started to get sick.&amp;nbsp; The nurses helped to sit with Eloise while I dealt with a sour stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to their compassion, they bestowed upon me some glorious anti-nausea medicine that helped to alleviate the symptoms.&amp;nbsp; The problem is, the meds also made me drowsy and it was 4 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I prayed again on our drive home that I would be able to make it without falling asleep.&amp;nbsp; It was by far the scariest drive I have ever driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving home we realized that our heat was out and it was only 59 degrees in our house.&amp;nbsp; I could not believe that this was happening.&amp;nbsp; I laid down for 2 hours and prayed, yet again, that the heat would turn on. I prayed for mercy.&amp;nbsp; I told the Lord I was done. We had some amazing friends come to our rescue.&amp;nbsp; Lily had a playdate, treats and movies and coffee and flowers were dropped off.&amp;nbsp; And a space heater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After long naps, Dave getting back from work, and baths, I thought about what was good about everything that had just happened in the last 12 hours.&amp;nbsp; Because the only way I was going to stay out of a funk was making sure to look for the good things.&amp;nbsp; So here's some good things:&lt;br /&gt;Eloise got the medication she needed and it worked almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is not chronically ill&lt;br /&gt;The nurses gave me medication to help keep me from throwing up&lt;br /&gt;The dr. gave our entire family a weeks worth of that same medication&lt;br /&gt;I made it home safely&lt;br /&gt;The man who fixed our heater is honest and kind&lt;br /&gt;Dave was able to stay home for most of the day&lt;br /&gt;We have a washer and dryer to clean all of our laundry&lt;br /&gt;She is better, slept 14 hours last night and woke up a happy 5 year old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eloise and I sat down today, I asked her to tell me what she thought was good about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;She said that the "straw in her arm" (IV) was good b/c it made her feel better and it didn't hurt when they put it in&lt;br /&gt;She got to drink a tall glass of water&lt;br /&gt;That Jesus was with me in the hospital and mama too&lt;br /&gt;That I got new sparkly panties&lt;br /&gt;That God kept me safe from the loud noise that the tube made when they put the straw in my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still surprised at how emotional this experience was for me.&amp;nbsp; Lily and I have spent many times together in ER's and dr.'s offices with her barely breathing and I was seemingly unemotional.&amp;nbsp; But with Eloise, something took over in me.&amp;nbsp; The crying came on without warning and the level of sadness and helplessness I had felt so deep.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's because I've never seen her in that type of situation and I've come to accept it with Lily. Who knows?&amp;nbsp; But I hope never to repeat it anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note, I do think that more scripture in my mind would have been helpful.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I could have recalled it given the middle of the night, overwhelming emotions I was feeling, but it did remind me of it's importance.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we healthy and rising up out of the sickness funk.&amp;nbsp; Thanks friends for your help and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4313044526628727746?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4313044526628727746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4313044526628727746&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4313044526628727746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4313044526628727746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/01/sickness-of-epic-proportions.html' title='sickness of epic proportions'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5925447790517620279</id><published>2011-01-14T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:39:50.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phases</title><content type='html'>Our sweet little Sam is now 17 months old.&amp;nbsp; That's how old Eloise was when I had Lily.&amp;nbsp; Hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I finished nursing.&amp;nbsp; Either some of you are appalled or applauding, either way, it worked for us.&amp;nbsp; He's only been nursing in the morning when he first wakes up (which is early, this kid is a morning person - 6 AM is a good day).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I bypassed our regular snuggle in bed and went straight for the TV.&amp;nbsp; Yes, he watches TV in the morning so I can go back to bed until 7.&amp;nbsp; We'll work through any issues he has from that later, for now he has a slightly more rested mama.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, he put up a cute little whine but once we were out near the TV all whining disappeared. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this might be a more bittersweet moment for me but it's not.&amp;nbsp; I feel ready to move into the next stage of life.&amp;nbsp; I feel ready to go to Nordstrom purchase some nice, comfy bras.&amp;nbsp; These girls need to move back up where they used to be. (I don't think there are any men reading my blog, besides my husband and he wants this too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the stage our sweet little family is in.&amp;nbsp; I love the age of our children and I love the fact that they are all still home with me.&amp;nbsp; And i also love that time is moving forward.&amp;nbsp; I'm eager for new stages, but I'm savoring the ones we're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no more baby connections.&amp;nbsp; We're barreling into the toddler years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5925447790517620279?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5925447790517620279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5925447790517620279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5925447790517620279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5925447790517620279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-phases.html' title='New phases'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7360690520072252804</id><published>2011-01-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:48:57.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals 2011</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big goal setter.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I am, I just don't follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I'm thinking for this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*workout more - I know, everyone says this one, but this past year I've discovered how great it makes me feel.&amp;nbsp; I want to feel that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SEEK Him - I'm going to try to read scripture everyday. I don't know where I'm going to start but I want to be reading the bible daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vegetables - I want to love vegetables.&amp;nbsp; Do you know I LOVE brussel sprouts?&amp;nbsp; I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp; I really love them.&amp;nbsp; So why do I only eat them during Thanksgiving and Christmas? I don't know, but I'm going to pump up the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Coupon more - for the items that we use daily that can free up more money for real food - veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIT with my kids.&amp;nbsp; Be kind with them, listen to them and remember there questions are not meant to annoy me, they really don't know.&amp;nbsp; They are experiencing our world for the first time.&amp;nbsp; I"m committing to seeing it through their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I'll come up with more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7360690520072252804?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7360690520072252804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7360690520072252804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7360690520072252804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7360690520072252804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-2011.html' title='Goals 2011'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5266061177335719774</id><published>2010-12-31T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:30:50.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on 2010</title><content type='html'>2010 always sounded like we'd be living in a space age era with hovercars.&amp;nbsp; Not so much.&amp;nbsp; 2010 was an interesting year for our family that provided good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these questions over at &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/12/20-questions-for-a-new-years-eve-reflection-2.html"&gt;(In)Courage&lt;/a&gt; that offers a great format for reflecting on the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;20 Questions for a New Year’s Eve Reflection&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  What was the single best thing that happened this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Dave getting a job.&amp;nbsp; We started off the year unemployed and ended it in job that could have only been orchestrated by the Lord.&amp;nbsp; It has been new, challenging, and sometime uncomfortable to work through the learning curve, but we believe the Lord didn't design us for comfort and teaches us great things through struggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  What was the single most challenging thing that happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Managing 3 kids in a new schedule (Dave's hours were drastically different from before).&amp;nbsp; It has been a challenge to raise 3 littles and keep my wits about me at the same time. Being diagnosed with Graves' disease.&amp;nbsp; It was a challenge to work through before I knew I had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  What was an unexpected joy this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the job - getting a pretty clear picture of the main even of the year &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.  What was an unexpected obstacle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Working out the details and expenses of Dave's dad care and move to LA and then him unexpectedly dying the week he arrives.&amp;nbsp; It was a shock.&amp;nbsp; We had so many ideas about the good things that would come from this move and to have it end abruptly was not something anyone was prepared for.&amp;nbsp; We grieve mostly for his sister who was more than excited about this move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Pick three words to describe 2010.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Challenging, Growing, Deepening&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I took out two questions here) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.  What were the best books you read this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;**The Help!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hands down the BEST book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.  With whom were your most valuable relationships?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;**Okay, this one is tough.&amp;nbsp; I feel overly blessed and humbled by my friends.&amp;nbsp; Each and every one of them adds value to my life.&amp;nbsp; I mean, my list would be off the page and I'd have to describe what I love about every single one.&amp;nbsp; Let's just leave it with - I love all my friends deeply and value them all uniquely. (hope that doesn't sound passive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.  What was your biggest personal change from January to December of this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Gluttony!&amp;nbsp; I learned more about my eating this year than anything else.&amp;nbsp; I learned what happens when I'm gluttonous and how it affects my relationship with my children and husband.&amp;nbsp; I draw on it almost everyday and I continue to learn from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.  In what way(s) did you grow emotionally?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I figured out ways to handle my frustrating with my children better.&amp;nbsp; I learned that teaching them a lesson in the moment of frustration or anger does nothing.&amp;nbsp; I learned that love teaches much more and that to teach a child, dominating anger will not work, it crushes and my goal as a mama is not to crush the spirit, it's to encourage it.&amp;nbsp; I want my children to know they are loved at all times, they just might not get away with what they think they should.&amp;nbsp; And that can be communicated with a smile on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.  In what way(s) did you grow spiritually?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It was all tied into gluttony.&amp;nbsp; I need help to conquer these types of struggles and that I do alot of asking and now it needs to move onto seeking the Lord in scripture (goal for 2011) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.  In what way(s) did you grow physically?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the just makes me want to write a snide remark :)&amp;nbsp; I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.  In what way(s) did you grow in your relationships with others?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I learned to think and wait before speaking.&amp;nbsp; That often times emotions are added to the mix and they will make a situation work.&amp;nbsp; I learned to not ask so many questions and instead ask only those that are important and not just to tickle my curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.  What was the most enjoyable part of your work (both professionally and at home)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm now working for Angela at Frugal Living NW.&amp;nbsp; I love being able to work from home and there are a ton of creative outlets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.  What was the most challenging part of your work (both professionally and at home)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Eloise, Lily, and Sam. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.  What was your single biggest time waster in your life this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the computer, isn't that every moms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.  What was the best way you used your time this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**just sitting with my kids and playing (I'm not very good at that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.  What was biggest thing you learned this past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I think we already covered this...gluttony and trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.  Create a phrase or statement that describes 2010 for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Full on the right things.&amp;nbsp; Cheesy, but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5266061177335719774?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5266061177335719774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5266061177335719774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5266061177335719774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5266061177335719774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/12/reflections-on-2010.html' title='Reflections on 2010'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-203575284755471186</id><published>2010-12-27T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T13:44:51.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas activities</title><content type='html'>One of the best things we did this Christmas was re-enact the birth of baby Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I saw the idea over at &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/a-lesson-in-josephs-love-life/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+impressyourkids%2FFrMX+%28ImpressYourKids%29"&gt;Impress Your Kids&lt;/a&gt; and we had a little time to spare before we went out one evening, so we went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise was Mary, post birth, in the stable.&amp;nbsp; Lily was pregnant Mary, on the journey to Bethlehem.&amp;nbsp; Sam was a stragler.&amp;nbsp; Here's how their story went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both Mary's prepared for the journey, pictures before leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGlonQ5NI/AAAAAAAABcs/EbekE2MKChE/s1600/DSCN2140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGlonQ5NI/AAAAAAAABcs/EbekE2MKChE/s400/DSCN2140.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They managed to lay down and get some rest before leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGoGrPaoI/AAAAAAAABcw/YilqFzPjZto/s1600/DSCN2141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGoGrPaoI/AAAAAAAABcw/YilqFzPjZto/s320/DSCN2141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then they began the journey to Bethlehem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGvJC9s_I/AAAAAAAABc0/W_eLrm-8_xM/s1600/DSCN2146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGvJC9s_I/AAAAAAAABc0/W_eLrm-8_xM/s320/DSCN2146.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the path Lily created with all the pillows and blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkG3aFvAcI/AAAAAAAABc4/jN-n6fffxQQ/s1600/DSCN2136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkG3aFvAcI/AAAAAAAABc4/jN-n6fffxQQ/s320/DSCN2136.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They arrived at the stable, animals watching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkG7WJNNjI/AAAAAAAABc8/74FvIh7aS-M/s1600/DSCN2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkG7WJNNjI/AAAAAAAABc8/74FvIh7aS-M/s320/DSCN2138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHBRqFmrI/AAAAAAAABdA/FyO3W9F2USo/s1600/DSCN2148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHBRqFmrI/AAAAAAAABdA/FyO3W9F2USo/s320/DSCN2148.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;where Mary gave birth to baby Jesus. (sorry for the blurry picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHHQ8YmTI/AAAAAAAABdE/HzzjkhKxZsk/s1600/DSCN2150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHHQ8YmTI/AAAAAAAABdE/HzzjkhKxZsk/s320/DSCN2150.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then she laid him in the manger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHOD8LGEI/AAAAAAAABdI/Dc1Rwsfh7Ds/s1600/DSCN2152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHOD8LGEI/AAAAAAAABdI/Dc1Rwsfh7Ds/s320/DSCN2152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Sam just looked cute the entire time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHTuCIh_I/AAAAAAAABdM/gHV7Sn2dnvA/s1600/DSCN2154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkHTuCIh_I/AAAAAAAABdM/gHV7Sn2dnvA/s320/DSCN2154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a really fun way for us to bring the story to a level where they could understand it more.&amp;nbsp; Next year the girls told us that mom and dad would be Mary and Joseph and Sam will be baby Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Eloise and Lily will be playing the part of the angels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-203575284755471186?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/203575284755471186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=203575284755471186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/203575284755471186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/203575284755471186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas activities'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TRkGlonQ5NI/AAAAAAAABcs/EbekE2MKChE/s72-c/DSCN2140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-4884627993820692044</id><published>2010-12-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:51:02.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KL4HaA3I/AAAAAAAABcg/N0HwVcZtTRQ/s1600/DSCN2132.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while..yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eloise is 5.&amp;nbsp; She napped 2 hours today.&amp;nbsp; She's still up (it's 9:30) and I'm pretty sure she'll be up until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you know how hard it was to wake her from that nap?&amp;nbsp; It took several trips into our room, me turning on the light and Sam jumping on top of her head.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't too happy about the head jumping.&amp;nbsp; But he did start calling her "EZ" for Weezy.&amp;nbsp; These two are BFF's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KL4HaA3I/AAAAAAAABcg/N0HwVcZtTRQ/s1600/DSCN2132.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KL4HaA3I/AAAAAAAABcg/N0HwVcZtTRQ/s400/DSCN2132.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sam is starting to talk more.&amp;nbsp; It's weird to have a non-verbal kid following to VERY verbal daughters.&amp;nbsp; There is alot more whining and tantrum throwing.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's what you have to do when you don't have any words to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We cut Sam's hair for the first time last night.&amp;nbsp; I pinned him in my lap, Dave cut and the girls tried to crowd around in our tiny bathroom.&amp;nbsp; It was like two people trying to wrangle a slippery pig, crying and squealing included.&amp;nbsp; I should have put a lollipop in his mouth.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, no he no longer has a baby mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eloise needs to get her hair cut too but can't decide between short or long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eloise has preferences...who knew?!&amp;nbsp; She will only wear skirts with tights (the ones with feet, not he cute ones with leggings) and has an hour long dialogue with me about what type of coat to wear.&amp;nbsp; It was incredibly frustrating to deal with at first.&amp;nbsp; She has so many cute pants and really, if it's cold out, wear a coat.&amp;nbsp; But, I realized that she has preferences. She's becoming her own person and wants to have an opinion about what she wears.&amp;nbsp; It's going to happen sooner or later, so why not make it an enjoyable process for the both of us instead of a battle. We'll take a trip to a cute store, (my choosing, of course) and let her pick out some cute skirts and tights we both love.&amp;nbsp; Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I took Lily and Eloise seperately to buy gifts for each other.&amp;nbsp; They each had $5 to spend and it had to be something the other person liked.&amp;nbsp; Eloise had so much finding something for Lily and Lily had so much fun finding things for herself.&amp;nbsp; We had to do some prep work helping Lily learn how to keep a secret.&amp;nbsp; So far, so good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As for the gifts, Eloise picked out a small doggie for Lily and Lily picked out a pretty bracelet for Eloise.&amp;nbsp; Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We made Christmas cookies the other day.&amp;nbsp; All my sprinkles are gone.&amp;nbsp; But what's a sugar cookie without a lb of colored sugar on top? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KNFfwqNI/AAAAAAAABck/30afmookeyU/s1600/DSCN2134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KNFfwqNI/AAAAAAAABck/30afmookeyU/s400/DSCN2134.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4884627993820692044?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4884627993820692044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4884627993820692044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4884627993820692044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4884627993820692044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TP3KL4HaA3I/AAAAAAAABcg/N0HwVcZtTRQ/s72-c/DSCN2132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3124627688250916727</id><published>2010-11-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:53:07.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>I haven't linked for a while so I thought I would share some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2008/09/thai-peanut-noodles.html"&gt;thai peanut noodles&lt;/a&gt; is delicious.&amp;nbsp; I'm loving this so much that I just might have it every night.&amp;nbsp; I've made it with both tofu and chicken - of course everyone else in the family prefers chicken.&amp;nbsp; Really, what's so bad about tofu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm passionate about our culture of extreme parenting and how it affects mother's and their relationships with other mother's and their children.&amp;nbsp; I absolutely loved &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2275596"&gt;this article on engineering perfect children&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...You know the child I am talking about: precious, wide-eyed,  over-cared-for, fussy, in a beautiful sweater, or a carefully hipsterish  T-shirt. Have we done him a favor by protecting him from everything,  from dirt and dust and violence and sugar and boredom and egg whites and  mean children who steal his plastic dinosaurs, from, in short, the  everyday banging-up of the universe? The wooden toys that tastefully  surround him, the all-sacrificing, well-meaning parents, with a library  of books on how to make him turn out correctly— is all of it actually  harming or denaturing him? ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to &lt;a href="http://moonwithaview.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cutzi&lt;/a&gt;, I made these &lt;a href="http://www.goodlifeeats.com/2010/09/pumpkin-cinnamon-rolls.html"&gt;Pumpkin Cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I made them in my bread machine using the dough setting.&amp;nbsp; Dave actually said they were one of the best he'd ever had. I saw &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2010/10/i-need-your-pumpkin-pie.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; list of pumpkin recipes and I just couldn't help sampling a &lt;a href="http://www.dana-made-it.com/2010/11/pumpkin-chocolate-chip-cookies.html"&gt;few&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And here's a &lt;a href="http://peekaboostudios.com/thanks_activity_sheet.pdf"&gt;Thanksgiving printable&lt;/a&gt; we think is pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thanksgiving!&amp;nbsp; We have much to be thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3124627688250916727?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3124627688250916727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3124627688250916727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3124627688250916727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3124627688250916727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/11/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-547333286718967016</id><published>2010-11-18T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:34:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super great cookies.</title><content type='html'>Dairy and my digestive system don't get along all that well.&amp;nbsp; (bet you wanted to hear that, huh?) So, I've been trying to make some changes.&amp;nbsp; We currently drink lactose-free milk which helps all of us (and yes, all you raw milk drinkers, I've heard it helps.&amp;nbsp; I'll buy into it someday.)&amp;nbsp; But I'm starting to notice some other dairy foods make me free pretty awful.&amp;nbsp; So begins the elimination of dairy journey.&amp;nbsp; Super fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this blog, &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/"&gt;Oh She Glows&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Most of her recipes are vegan and at first, sound a bit strange. But, I wanted to try a few a see what they were like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I tried the &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/2010/08/06/pumpkin-pie-banana-chunk-oatmeal-cookies/"&gt;Pumpkin Pie Banana chunk oatmeal cookies&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So good!&amp;nbsp; Everyone devoured these.&amp;nbsp; They are like a breakfast cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Note: don't put them in a ziploc bag.&amp;nbsp; They will get really soft.&amp;nbsp; The counter makes them a great consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my modified recipe: (I omitted the banana, I didn't have any on hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Flax ‘egg’ (2 tsp. ground flaxseed + 2 tablespoons water) &lt;br /&gt;1 cup regular oats &lt;br /&gt;1 cup Barley flour (or whole wheat flour)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder &lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt &lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp mini chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup pure maple syrup (&lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/online-deals/amazon-great-deal-on-organic-grade-b-maple-syrup/"&gt;just got a sweet deal on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup canned pumpkin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Directions&lt;/b&gt;: Preheat the oven to 375F. Mix flax egg in a small bowl and set aside. Mix dry ingredients in a medium  sized bowl and set aside. Mix wet ingredients in a small to medium sized  bowl and then add flax egg. Stir. Pour wet mixture into dry  ingredients. Stir well and shape cookies onto a pan. Makes 12 large  cookies. Cook for 13 minutes at 375F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried the &lt;a href="http://ohsheglows.com/2010/09/27/pumpkin-pie-monster-and-over-baked-apples/"&gt;Pumpkin Pie Monster smoothie&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The almond milk is taking some adjustment and the kids definitely didn't like it and Dave would even look at it b/c his face once got shoved into a pumpkin pie and it makes him dry heave now.&amp;nbsp; But I managed to get it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have mentioned using tablets to help ease the dairy intolerance, but I'd rather just adjust my eating so that I don't have to take a tablet before every meal that includes a dairy product.&amp;nbsp; I'm eating more vegetables and fruit as a result which is a great thing for a former vegetable hater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed following Oh She Glows.&amp;nbsp; I love that she has worked through her negative relationship with food and has arrived loving to cook and work out.&amp;nbsp; Something I'm aspiring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And just to tack&lt;a href="http://www.karipatterson.com/?p=1209"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;on because I just read it, we're totally doing the "day" thing (you have to read it).&amp;nbsp; And I'm going to be fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-547333286718967016?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/547333286718967016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=547333286718967016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/547333286718967016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/547333286718967016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-great-cookies.html' title='Super great cookies.'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-442194274206099966</id><published>2010-11-11T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:07:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite recipe</title><content type='html'>I've found a great recipe that works well for all family members (except Sam, he doesn't eat anything except carbs).&amp;nbsp; It's really easy and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNzKrQapyaI/AAAAAAAABcE/mrQCtrwmaLw/s1600/pita+tacos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNzKrQapyaI/AAAAAAAABcE/mrQCtrwmaLw/s200/pita+tacos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearty Pita Tacos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/Hearty-Pita-Tacos"&gt;From Taste of Home - Healthy Cooking &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ingredients"&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 pound lean ground beef (I use ground turkey) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 small sweet red pepper, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 green onions, chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can (16 ounces) pinto beans, rinsed and drained&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3/4 cup frozen corn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2/3 cup taco sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can (2-1/4 ounces) sliced ripe olives, drained&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 teaspoon garlic salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon onion powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon dried oregano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon paprika&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 teaspoon pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;6 whole wheat pita pocket halves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;6 tablespoons shredded reduced-fat cheddar cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;Sliced avocado and additional  taco sauce, optional&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul class="directions"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a large skillet, cook the beef, red pepper and onions  over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Stir in the beans,  corn, taco sauce, olives and seasonings; heat through. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Spoon 3/4 cup beef mixture into each pita half. Sprinkle  with cheese. Serve with avocado and additional taco sauce if desired.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yield:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;6 servings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;My notes: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually make my own &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/homemade-pita-pockets/"&gt;pitas&lt;/a&gt;, but store bought are good also.&amp;nbsp; I also add shredded lettuce.&amp;nbsp; If I don't have time to get all the spices out I just use 2 tsp of taco seasoning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-442194274206099966?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/442194274206099966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=442194274206099966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/442194274206099966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/442194274206099966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/11/favorite-recipe.html' title='Favorite recipe'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNzKrQapyaI/AAAAAAAABcE/mrQCtrwmaLw/s72-c/pita+tacos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1342988614998469601</id><published>2010-11-10T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T14:17:10.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weighty issue (pardon the pun!)</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts milling about my brain so I'm just going to throw them out and hope they make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a poor self-image.&amp;nbsp; (how's that for starting out?!)&amp;nbsp; If someone were to compliment me on my skills (organized, efficient), I would feel over the moon.&amp;nbsp; That would encourage me the most.&amp;nbsp; If someone were to compliment me on my looks, it makes me want to crawl out of my skin.&amp;nbsp; Why? Not sure, but it seems like a good time to tackle it b/c I've got two tiny girls that are growing up fast and their watching what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; And how I respond to myself is how they will respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I realize this?&amp;nbsp; We had pictures done in the park the other day.&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect afternoon.&amp;nbsp; The not so perfect part - the location.&amp;nbsp; The day was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; But we were in a park.&amp;nbsp; Rule #1: NEVER, and I mean NEVER, have your children's pictures taken in a park with a playground.&amp;nbsp; They are distracted and unable to focus on the task at hand.&amp;nbsp; They're 1,3 &amp;amp; 5.&amp;nbsp; Makes total sense.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't be able to focus either if my mother never took me to parks.&lt;br /&gt;No one would look at the camera, Sam was incredibly cranky and I was getting more and more anxious by the minute.&amp;nbsp; The flow was not happening.&amp;nbsp; Finally, the day was finished.&amp;nbsp; Here's just one example of this day was NOT flowing (gotta love that scream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNsUobSYZMI/AAAAAAAABcA/a7YkGwdJ6do/s1600/sam+screaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNsUobSYZMI/AAAAAAAABcA/a7YkGwdJ6do/s400/sam+screaming.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the way home Eloise threw up in the car from being carsick, Sam gagging himself and Lily watched on in horror as I'm frantically begging her not to have a sympathy throw up.&amp;nbsp; Once we got home, my first response was to eat myself silly from all the anxiety.&amp;nbsp; Or bake.&amp;nbsp; I resisted both but it brought up a good point that this is not the way to deal with frustration and it's not the way I want my children to deal with it. (side note:&amp;nbsp; Lily threw up in her bed the next morning at 4 a.m. from coughing so much....what are the chances?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above story to say, when i got the pictures back, I was in a few.&amp;nbsp; I could barely look at them.&amp;nbsp; I was tearing myself apart.&amp;nbsp; Granted, the outfit I chose was not the best, and I'm okay admitting that, but it was not the outfit, it was me.&amp;nbsp; Immediately I went to my overall look and weight. &lt;i&gt;Well, I need to lose 30 lbs.&amp;nbsp; That's what would make this all okay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not what would make it all okay.&amp;nbsp; Because when the lbs are gone, I still haven't deal with the heart issue of it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Do I love the person God created me to be?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; When He created me He took delight in what He made?&amp;nbsp; If my child comes to me and says that they don't like their hands, my first response would be, &lt;i&gt;No.&amp;nbsp; They are perfect.&amp;nbsp; They were created for you and they are exactly as intended.&amp;nbsp; Beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; So, I'm imagining, as I look at myself and think all these negative thoughts, my Father in Heaven is thinking the same thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; No.&amp;nbsp; I made those perfect.&amp;nbsp; I designed them just the way I wanted them to be.&amp;nbsp; Take delight in my creation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to connect it all together.&amp;nbsp; I haven't come to any conclusions besides what habits I want to break for my children.&lt;br /&gt;First, stop seeing other people in terms of weight.&amp;nbsp; Weight does not determine their success or failure in the world.&amp;nbsp; And it certainly does not determine their worth.&lt;br /&gt;Second, start seeing myself through the eyes of my Creator.&amp;nbsp; I know how to eat well.&amp;nbsp; I know when imbalance is off.&amp;nbsp; The key isn't working myself into a place where I feel like I'm pleased.&amp;nbsp; It's being pleased with the design I started out with and learning how to eat the great foods that God created for us to eat (I could start learning to like raw carrots.&amp;nbsp; It might be tough, but I'll try).&lt;br /&gt;Third, to make sure my girls NEVER see me demean myself because of weight.&amp;nbsp; I DO NOT want them to demean themselves because of it.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, i have to model it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a big concept for me to get, but I'm committed to the refinement.&amp;nbsp; I'm committed to taking this issue of weight and kicking it to the curb.&amp;nbsp; And please remember, I'm in no way saying that losing weight is not a good thing.&amp;nbsp; It's great.&amp;nbsp; I'm so proud of the accomplishment when people lose weight.&amp;nbsp; I'm proud of their commitment, dedication, follow-thru, and decision to work hard to get their bodies to a place where it's flowing in a healthy way.&amp;nbsp; I commend all of that.&amp;nbsp; I just want to be satisfied with who I am before that process starts.&amp;nbsp; To know that my Father is pleased with His creation regardless of the 20lbs I'm still carrying around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1342988614998469601?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1342988614998469601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1342988614998469601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1342988614998469601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1342988614998469601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/11/weighty-issue-pardon-pun.html' title='weighty issue (pardon the pun!)'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNsUobSYZMI/AAAAAAAABcA/a7YkGwdJ6do/s72-c/sam+screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8287220930646341466</id><published>2010-11-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:05:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my favorite pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNOPkBeYnuI/AAAAAAAABb4/X1IUSjpnVLY/s1600/IMG_5646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNOPkBeYnuI/AAAAAAAABb4/X1IUSjpnVLY/s400/IMG_5646.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everyone is actually looking at the camera.&amp;nbsp; It's a miracle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I look at pictures like this in complete disbelief.&amp;nbsp; THAT is my family. Crazy!&amp;nbsp; Am I really old enough to be responsible for all those people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNOPlzONqcI/AAAAAAAABb8/S0hwOajQP8Q/s1600/IMG_5682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNOPlzONqcI/AAAAAAAABb8/S0hwOajQP8Q/s400/IMG_5682.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute are they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8287220930646341466?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8287220930646341466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8287220930646341466&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8287220930646341466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8287220930646341466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-of-my-favorite-pictures.html' title='Two of my favorite pictures'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TNOPkBeYnuI/AAAAAAAABb4/X1IUSjpnVLY/s72-c/IMG_5646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5729789781989299180</id><published>2010-10-31T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:38:04.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween was great fun this year.&amp;nbsp; We love our friends and we love trick-or-treating in our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Near the end, Lily was saying her candy jack-o-lantern was too heavy and she needed to go home.&amp;nbsp; We gotta LOT of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our pumpkins, the princess and the pirate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5AhMJXNOI/AAAAAAAABbU/3BN_35bSNzg/s1600/DSCN2048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5AhMJXNOI/AAAAAAAABbU/3BN_35bSNzg/s320/DSCN2048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our little animals, kitty, poodle, and the chicken&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, I know, he looks like a girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5At0UV3QI/AAAAAAAABbY/MGsHc3pwRcw/s1600/DSCN2061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5At0UV3QI/AAAAAAAABbY/MGsHc3pwRcw/s400/DSCN2061.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our dinner group kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5AzqEeTXI/AAAAAAAABbc/4glWpjrjmDc/s1600/DSCN2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5AzqEeTXI/AAAAAAAABbc/4glWpjrjmDc/s320/DSCN2068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sweet girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5A99bZ8sI/AAAAAAAABbg/2qHeUSNngmg/s1600/DSCN2078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5A99bZ8sI/AAAAAAAABbg/2qHeUSNngmg/s400/DSCN2078.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the little boys.&amp;nbsp; They are 10 weeks apart (Sam is older) and Matthew is 10 lbs heavier (maybe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BADczedI/AAAAAAAABbk/5v3AuwPdbkM/s1600/DSCN2082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BADczedI/AAAAAAAABbk/5v3AuwPdbkM/s320/DSCN2082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They started talking to each other after we'd left them there for a few seconds.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what they're thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BF4DG6tI/AAAAAAAABbo/6CZLAQJvOn8/s1600/DSCN2086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BF4DG6tI/AAAAAAAABbo/6CZLAQJvOn8/s320/DSCN2086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the girls of the group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BPMVtoGI/AAAAAAAABbs/z2DIPRo1-yw/s1600/DSCN2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BPMVtoGI/AAAAAAAABbs/z2DIPRo1-yw/s320/DSCN2088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And our little girl chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BQ_0yvRI/AAAAAAAABbw/zjo3hnmP4Ao/s1600/DSCN2091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BQ_0yvRI/AAAAAAAABbw/zjo3hnmP4Ao/s320/DSCN2091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;All the candy two little girls could ever want and Charlie Brown's: The Great Pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BSJCTslI/AAAAAAAABb0/VRpybd_yewE/s1600/DSCN2094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5BSJCTslI/AAAAAAAABb0/VRpybd_yewE/s320/DSCN2094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a fun Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5729789781989299180?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5729789781989299180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5729789781989299180&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5729789781989299180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5729789781989299180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TM5AhMJXNOI/AAAAAAAABbU/3BN_35bSNzg/s72-c/DSCN2048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3838670368393117637</id><published>2010-10-27T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:15:52.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stomach flu</title><content type='html'>I loathe the stomach flu.&amp;nbsp; Similar to the way I feel about getting a cavity filled, in fact I might actually take the cavity.&amp;nbsp; I know I would, no contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some have an easy time with the stomach flu.&amp;nbsp; One kid pukes once.&amp;nbsp; Lucky people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got a few of us talking about which you would rather have: Stomach flu or head cold? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See in our house, kids go big on the stomach flu. They throw up in car seats (I've lost count of how many times I've taken a car seat apart to wash it), they throw up in their beds, and they throw up on their mom.&amp;nbsp; Sam had it last Sunday (as in 10 days ago!) and it was so sad.&amp;nbsp; Little guy threw up 6 times.&amp;nbsp; 6 people!&amp;nbsp; All in his bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother has a strong affection for bleach.&amp;nbsp; I don't.&amp;nbsp; But when it comes to the stomach flu, I love the smell of bleach.&amp;nbsp; I quickly went to work on cleaning the entire house, washing hands 1000 times and doing laundry.&amp;nbsp; 3 days later, no one had it.&amp;nbsp; We were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Eloise got it.&amp;nbsp; This time she threw up on the sidewalk on the way into church. Super great, huh.&amp;nbsp; She was fine all day and then threw up last night, thankfully in the blankets on the couch.&amp;nbsp; Bust out the bleach and laundry, again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well and no one else has it.&amp;nbsp; Life can resume in a day or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all this, give me a head cold any day.&amp;nbsp; No bleach, laundry, tearing apart car seats and making beds 3 times in a matter of an hour.&amp;nbsp; And you always know when a head cold is coming on, the stomach flu, it's rather sneaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you rather have?&amp;nbsp; Stomach flu or head cold (you can't say neither b/c that's a given)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3838670368393117637?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3838670368393117637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3838670368393117637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3838670368393117637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3838670368393117637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/10/stomach-flu.html' title='stomach flu'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1261665450889814313</id><published>2010-10-20T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:28:09.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?</title><content type='html'>*Sam is walking all over and into everything.&amp;nbsp; He even figured out how to climb up the chairs and onto the dining room table.&amp;nbsp; I found him up there pushing buttons on my laptop.&amp;nbsp; He didn't open anything sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I bought Sam's first pair of shoes at Target the other day.&amp;nbsp; We have the fancy kinds from Nordstrom from friends but they don't have velcro and this mom-of-3-kids-who-don't-know-how-to-tie-their-shoes, isn't about to tie a squirmy infants shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had no idea where the infant boys shoes section was at Target.&amp;nbsp; I actually thought for a moment that they might not have one.&amp;nbsp; Welcome to the world of little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We decided that we would send Eloise to public school next year.&amp;nbsp; The choice was right and it is what we believe the Lord has called us to do.&amp;nbsp; I can't say that this will be the choice for the next two kids, but I can say that we're listening intently for the direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*She's doing great this year.&amp;nbsp; We're working on letters, numbers, and anything else she wants to learn. I think we're heading towards reading.&amp;nbsp; I just need to get a few books that might help in that process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sam is in LOVE with his big sister.&amp;nbsp; He walks around the house giving her hugs all day long.&amp;nbsp; Lily and Sam haven't quite formed that bond yet, but it's probably b/c she's so rough all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dave arranged a girls night out at &lt;a href="http://pokpokpdx.com/"&gt;Pok Pok&lt;/a&gt; for my birthday.&amp;nbsp; If you're ever in Portland, be sure and hit this place up.&amp;nbsp; Very different, very authentic Thai but OH SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm currently stuck in the rotation of 3 lunches for my kids: Gardenburgers, grilled cheese, and PB &amp;amp; J.&amp;nbsp; BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sam doesn't eat anything.&amp;nbsp; Literally.&amp;nbsp; He loves carbs, pretty much like Eloise and myself.&amp;nbsp; But I've managed to work up a sweet smoothie that he'll drink down with&amp;nbsp; no problem.&amp;nbsp; At his age, with Eloise I thought I did something wrong, with Lily I thought I was doing things right (she was eating everything), with Sam I realize that they are born that way.&amp;nbsp; He'll get his veggies in soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I cut the peels off my kids apples.&amp;nbsp; There.&amp;nbsp; I said it.&amp;nbsp; I have no shame.&amp;nbsp; My mother did it for me and I do it for my kids.&amp;nbsp; I know, all the nutrients are in the peels, but people, when you have texture issues, it doesn't matter.&amp;nbsp; They're still eating the apple.&amp;nbsp; And Lily will eat an apple whole with the peels just not when I cut them into slices.&amp;nbsp; There are worse things I could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I made this &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/quick-cheesy-chicken-pot-pie/"&gt;chicken pot pie&lt;/a&gt; last night, very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1261665450889814313?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1261665450889814313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1261665450889814313&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1261665450889814313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1261665450889814313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-885174846860364970</id><published>2010-10-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:32:49.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin muffins</title><content type='html'>Best pumpkin muffins ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new recipe for&lt;a href="http://www.kitchenstewardship.com/2009/10/13/recipe-conection-one-bowl-pumpkin-breadmuffins/"&gt; pumpkin muffins&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She has the original version but I bypassed it and went straight to the ones with honey.&amp;nbsp; I purposely didn't try the original ones b/c I thought they would be better and i'd never be able to try the honey ones.&amp;nbsp; BUT....I was pleasantly surprised and I LOVE the ones with honey.&amp;nbsp; I did reduce my cooking time to 20 minutes and that seemed to work perfect.&amp;nbsp; They are moist and oh so delicious.&amp;nbsp; We added a few handfuls of mini-chocolate chips to ours.&amp;nbsp; Lily said we needed to add 111 handfuls.&amp;nbsp; We only added 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just discovered a sweet recipe for some cheesy &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/quick-cheesy-chicken-pot-pie/"&gt;chicken pot pie&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'll be making it this week as I have a ridiculous amount of already cooked chicken in my freezer. (BTW - you should really be following &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/"&gt;Kitchen Simplicity&lt;/a&gt;, her &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/category/more/colorful-mondays/"&gt;colorful Monday's&lt;/a&gt; are gorgeous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm on the food topic, I've got to remind myself here that working out really does make me feel tons better.&amp;nbsp; I've slowed down a bit over the last two weeks because of traveling on the weekends, but I've got to get back into the groove.&amp;nbsp; I'm determined not to overeat amidst this holiday tri-fecta we're about to venture through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-885174846860364970?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/885174846860364970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=885174846860364970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/885174846860364970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/885174846860364970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-muffins.html' title='pumpkin muffins'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-7728462340780120295</id><published>2010-10-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:28:12.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends</title><content type='html'>Where did the last two weeks go?&amp;nbsp; My word, we've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, Dave's &lt;a href="http://parliamentdesign.com/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; took the entire staff to &lt;a href="http://www.fivepinelodge.com/accommodations_lodge.php"&gt;Five Pine Lodge&lt;/a&gt; in Sister's, Oregon.&amp;nbsp; It was great!&amp;nbsp; We had a fabulous time getting to know everyone better, enjoying our beautiful room, and having a wonderful evening out without kids (we had babysitter's).&amp;nbsp; Our kids slept great and even enjoyed the gigantic bathtub with water falling from the ceiling.&amp;nbsp; (I don't think the owners thought about what would happen if three small children were in there together = LOTS of water everywhere!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TK1X_VKpzPI/AAAAAAAABbM/t2l79xpEwOQ/s1600/DSCN2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TK1X_VKpzPI/AAAAAAAABbM/t2l79xpEwOQ/s400/DSCN2015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I got away for a girls weekend.&amp;nbsp; It's my annual INN girls weekend.&amp;nbsp; We've been doing it for 10 years!&amp;nbsp; This was the first time I'd been away from Sam all weekend.&amp;nbsp; It was great to have conversation late into the night without the worry of being woken up by someone or getting up to face the morning of feeding kids.&amp;nbsp; We shopped, ate, talked, ate some more, and drank lots of coffee.&amp;nbsp; Nothing better.&amp;nbsp; I love girls weekend! Pictures of that are on someone else's camera.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'll have to hijack the card to be able to upload.&amp;nbsp; But we're all super cute, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam started walking.&amp;nbsp; Sweet boy.&amp;nbsp; He has a fever today and has been crying non-stop, so the walking was accompanied by consistent noise coming out of his mouth as he followed me around the house all day.&amp;nbsp; Super fun!&amp;nbsp; He's living up the lodge life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TK1ZeE50o0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/TH5GkT5sJbM/s1600/DSCN2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TK1ZeE50o0I/AAAAAAAABbQ/TH5GkT5sJbM/s400/DSCN2010.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now that these fabulous events have concluded, we're enjoying a week of nothing.&amp;nbsp; I'm menu planning and gearing up to make some serious pumpkin treats.&amp;nbsp; And trying to keep the waist line small too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7728462340780120295?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7728462340780120295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7728462340780120295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7728462340780120295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7728462340780120295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TK1X_VKpzPI/AAAAAAAABbM/t2l79xpEwOQ/s72-c/DSCN2015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7068970239772312447</id><published>2010-09-23T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:32:28.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great pumpkin post</title><content type='html'>I posted over at Angela's blog, Frugal Living NW, my&lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/frugal-living/frugal-homemaking/in-the-kitchen/recipes/the-great-pumpkin-post/"&gt; big pumpkin post&lt;/a&gt;, but I thought I would bring it over here as well.&amp;nbsp; I know that I have some serious pumpkin lovin' people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-7822" height="293" src="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/pumpkins.jpg" width="390" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put pumpkin in just about everything.&amp;nbsp; But I draw the line at &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Pumpkin-Lasagna" target="_blank"&gt;pumpkin lasagna&lt;/a&gt;, which I have made, but pumpkin, in my opinion, is saved for the sweet end of the spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the breakfast pumpkin lovers:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;::&lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/starbucks-pumpkin-scones-214051" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Scones&lt;/a&gt; — just like Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; These are easy to make and taste just like the real thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.amanda.fakeginger.com/?p=104" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Cinnamon Rolls&lt;/a&gt; — I haven’t tried these, but you bet I will soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.5dollardinners.com/2009/10/pumpkin-pancakes.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Pancakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://food.families.com/blog/the-sneaky-mamas-hot-breakfast-on-a-cold-morning-pumpkin-oatmeal" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt; — this is a great one for babies.&amp;nbsp; I fed this to all my kids, with a little less sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pumpkin desserts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://amysfinerthings.com/the-pumpkin-dessert" target="_blank"&gt;THE Pumpkin Dessert&lt;/a&gt; — so delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://nikkit3.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-fruits-festival-pumpkin.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://beautifulcentury-miki.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-two-fall-fruits-festival-pumpkins.html" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/pumpkin-chocolate-chip-squares" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Squares&lt;/a&gt; — very easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/pumpkin_cheesecake/" target="_blank"&gt;Pumpkin Cheesecake&lt;/a&gt; — my all time favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Autumn and happy pumpkin baking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7068970239772312447?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7068970239772312447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7068970239772312447&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7068970239772312447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7068970239772312447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-pumpkin-post.html' title='the great pumpkin post'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3318498320725039476</id><published>2010-09-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:20:19.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what we're doing</title><content type='html'>Kinda felt hungover from the Fairy party this week.  I think I recovered today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to point out that even though I pulled off the fairy party, the rest of the house looked like this behind closed doors.  Can't do it all, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TJLr7MRTeCI/AAAAAAAABbE/rEW8LLR8N5Q/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TJLr7MRTeCI/AAAAAAAABbE/rEW8LLR8N5Q/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517731895620892706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just keeping it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2010/09/family-marrow.html"&gt;this post by Kelle Hampton&lt;/a&gt;.  So true about the ordinary.  BTW - if you are not reading her blog, you should be.  &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/p/nellas-birth-story.html"&gt;Start here&lt;/a&gt; and bring a tissue, it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2009/06/stuffed-pizza-rolls.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for dinner tomorrow night.  I spend way to much time on &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/"&gt;Our Best Bites&lt;/a&gt;.  It just makes me hungry and now that I've been doing the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY"&gt;Shred&lt;/a&gt; almost every day, I don't really need another reason to be hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're loving &lt;a href="http://www.starfall.com/"&gt;Starfall&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're also enjoying &lt;a href="http://www.barefootbooks.com/story/childrens-crafts-activities/podcast/"&gt;Barefoot Books&lt;/a&gt;.  Super great in the morning to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's approaching pumpkin season soon, my favorite and I plan on posting the Great Pumpkin Post.  Lots of my favorite recipes to share. I'm already digging them out.  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It's so much fun dreaming about what it will look like, searching the internet to find great ideas, and coming up with a frugal way to pull it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Eloise wanted a Rosetta party.  Rosetta, a garden fairy, is on Tinkerbell.  So we decided on a garden fairy party.  She got to invite 5 friends, one of which was her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my first search I found &lt;a href="http://tomkatstudio.blogspot.com/2010/04/kates-fairy-garden-party-fairy-wings.html"&gt;Tom Kat&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh man, I love this blog and I love that she turned her passion into an amazing business.  She had given her daughter a fairy party and I loved all of her ideas.  I quickly got to work on tutu's, fairy wands, and wings.  All of which came out exactly how I wanted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SFb5KHOI/AAAAAAAABW0/-xYNwBp682o/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SFb5KHOI/AAAAAAAABW0/-xYNwBp682o/s400/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155371939044578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SFzrpTUI/AAAAAAAABW8/-vA6j7Nee40/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SFzrpTUI/AAAAAAAABW8/-vA6j7Nee40/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155378324819266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SGcTScVI/AAAAAAAABXE/3omoofnHy_E/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SGcTScVI/AAAAAAAABXE/3omoofnHy_E/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516155389228511570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my inspiration for the cake from &lt;a href="http://makemestudio.blogspot.com/search/label/Cakes"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, scroll down to see the Silvermist cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decorations were great fun too but I couldn't exactly put into words what I wanted so I had to wait until the last minute to work with it.  &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/how-to/tissue-paper-pom-poms-how-to"&gt;Martha Stewart has a pom pom tutorial&lt;/a&gt; that made it easy to whip up these pom poms.  They are selling on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search_results.php?search_query=tissue+paper+pompoms&amp;amp;search_type=handmade&amp;amp;ref=auto"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; too, but I don't have to pay for shipping.  I borrow some toile from some friends and flowers from our church.  My mom helped with the tablecloth and live flowers and we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T6fr7WOI/AAAAAAAABXM/N8HzXOhlswQ/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T6fr7WOI/AAAAAAAABXM/N8HzXOhlswQ/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516157383001987298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T6-5_9pI/AAAAAAAABXU/sqD7z0I3zPY/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T6-5_9pI/AAAAAAAABXU/sqD7z0I3zPY/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516157391382509202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T7dKPsgI/AAAAAAAABXc/hPumPf7OnDY/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T7dKPsgI/AAAAAAAABXc/hPumPf7OnDY/s400/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516157399503712770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T8OoBsHI/AAAAAAAABXk/JUEz81LG1N4/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1T8OoBsHI/AAAAAAAABXk/JUEz81LG1N4/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516157412781961330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1VDxtf6MI/AAAAAAAABX0/97k_7JePg2g/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1VDxtf6MI/AAAAAAAABX0/97k_7JePg2g/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516158641970866370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She picked out a few items for the food.  It was at 3 so we did snacks.  Honey Wheat pretzels from Trader Joes (her favorite), pickles, olives, cheese, pixie sticks, pink chocolate over oreo's, sparkle juice, hot dog rolls and strawberry cream cheese star sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1VDezSOLI/AAAAAAAABXs/LpaTX_Gb80k/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1VDezSOLI/AAAAAAAABXs/LpaTX_Gb80k/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516158636894861490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little fairies began to arrive and select their fairy gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1WwePyQII/AAAAAAAABYU/r7KVPbMcg-M/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1WwePyQII/AAAAAAAABYU/r7KVPbMcg-M/s400/100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160509351706754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1WvUZXiHI/AAAAAAAABYE/p58hKhzJqQI/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1WvUZXiHI/AAAAAAAABYE/p58hKhzJqQI/s400/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160489527674994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Wu6RFLpI/AAAAAAAABX8/8Iq5kuhN4e4/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Wu6RFLpI/AAAAAAAABX8/8Iq5kuhN4e4/s400/095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160482513596050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Wv-9a-jI/AAAAAAAABYM/UZEMUrxTaCQ/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Wv-9a-jI/AAAAAAAABYM/UZEMUrxTaCQ/s400/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516160500953184818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they all sweet looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Xa-d0unI/AAAAAAAABYc/5_-faquiwtA/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Xa-d0unI/AAAAAAAABYc/5_-faquiwtA/s400/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516161239555029618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Xb3Wa9FI/AAAAAAAABYk/OzoOGQoJsAs/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Xb3Wa9FI/AAAAAAAABYk/OzoOGQoJsAs/s400/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516161254824801362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They ran around and played for a bit and then we began the The Great Fairy Treasure Hunt.  Dave and I hid a treasure box with small fairies inside.  Then we did 5 clues around the yard.  It was fun to watch them running in their tutu's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YXyzHp8I/AAAAAAAABYs/91YU1Ax9YgU/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YXyzHp8I/AAAAAAAABYs/91YU1Ax9YgU/s400/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162284395145154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YYeYiyoI/AAAAAAAABY0/95HyxGUKSJA/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YYeYiyoI/AAAAAAAABY0/95HyxGUKSJA/s400/106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162296094837378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YYo2fzKI/AAAAAAAABY8/lvFKqGb91NE/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YYo2fzKI/AAAAAAAABY8/lvFKqGb91NE/s400/108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162298904824994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love all those little girls searching for the clue.  so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YZZyi5XI/AAAAAAAABZE/h1zS46XGDps/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1YZZyi5XI/AAAAAAAABZE/h1zS46XGDps/s400/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516162312041588082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1ZYswbmmI/AAAAAAAABZU/jSZ6LqJof38/s1600/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1ZYswbmmI/AAAAAAAABZU/jSZ6LqJof38/s400/128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163399464753762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1ZYM7bwaI/AAAAAAAABZM/OfacItGoeJs/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1ZYM7bwaI/AAAAAAAABZM/OfacItGoeJs/s400/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516163390920966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little guy couldn't decide if he wanted to be in on the action or make a run for it.  I think he chose to run.  My mom was sure to keep him entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z9SvEWuI/AAAAAAAABZc/gUuDMOnLPA0/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z9SvEWuI/AAAAAAAABZc/gUuDMOnLPA0/s400/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164028134873826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z953ldFI/AAAAAAAABZk/ICrp2cwQr9o/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z953ldFI/AAAAAAAABZk/ICrp2cwQr9o/s400/134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164038639580242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z-X_hadI/AAAAAAAABZs/5OU9EhE0jS0/s1600/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1Z-X_hadI/AAAAAAAABZs/5OU9EhE0jS0/s400/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516164046725933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the day with blowing out the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6ch8LjJtI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MYBBSh5eq5Q/s1600/149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6ch8LjJtI/AAAAAAAABZ0/MYBBSh5eq5Q/s400/149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516518700479620818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6cizZmX4I/AAAAAAAABaE/zm2DZvrvRhQ/s1600/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6cizZmX4I/AAAAAAAABaE/zm2DZvrvRhQ/s400/154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516518715302502274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6cjlK7qlI/AAAAAAAABaM/MXLUTbuH0kY/s1600/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6cjlK7qlI/AAAAAAAABaM/MXLUTbuH0kY/s400/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516518728662755922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opening gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dXVPn-SI/AAAAAAAABaU/wSaFLaaGfWA/s1600/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dXVPn-SI/AAAAAAAABaU/wSaFLaaGfWA/s400/164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516519617740667170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dXzC9-JI/AAAAAAAABac/5-iv2w-QoW4/s1600/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dXzC9-JI/AAAAAAAABac/5-iv2w-QoW4/s400/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516519625740646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing and sprinkling pixie dust all over the yard.  It was a really fun party and I'm so happy with the way it turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6esX4RtGI/AAAAAAAABa8/5IPNeQ0UWi8/s1600/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6esX4RtGI/AAAAAAAABa8/5IPNeQ0UWi8/s400/185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521078736925794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6er254TII/AAAAAAAABa0/LDlmWYdkAOU/s1600/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6er254TII/AAAAAAAABa0/LDlmWYdkAOU/s400/190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521069885279362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dYk_D-tI/AAAAAAAABak/LFr_GQrEQKs/s1600/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dYk_D-tI/AAAAAAAABak/LFr_GQrEQKs/s400/199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516519639146035922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dZETwDiI/AAAAAAAABas/FCECKStPOY4/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI6dZETwDiI/AAAAAAAABas/FCECKStPOY4/s400/200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516519647554309666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A big thank you to Nana who helped to make this happen.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6785797094818230714?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6785797094818230714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6785797094818230714&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6785797094818230714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6785797094818230714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/09/garden-fairy-party.html' title='Garden Fairy Party'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1SFb5KHOI/AAAAAAAABW0/-xYNwBp682o/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7878113091032596273</id><published>2010-09-12T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:10:23.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First soccer game</title><content type='html'>We signed Eloise up for her first activity...Soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it.  Saturday was her first game and it was hilarious watching the kids (ages 5-7) try and figure out how to navigate this new game.  It always cracks me up when the other team scores a goal for them.  But it gave her an idea as to how to play the game.  Little sister is going to have a tough time waiting patiently during practice and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my favorite shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1NJeEzzgI/AAAAAAAABWU/pyQ1U1Iz1pk/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1NJeEzzgI/AAAAAAAABWU/pyQ1U1Iz1pk/s400/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516149943686123010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1NI3I-AUI/AAAAAAAABWM/GaW0rcz303A/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1NI3I-AUI/AAAAAAAABWM/GaW0rcz303A/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516149933234585922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N4LKVjwI/AAAAAAAABWk/5QOuyjnj4hY/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N4LKVjwI/AAAAAAAABWk/5QOuyjnj4hY/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516150746062884610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N3loyCsI/AAAAAAAABWc/hMj9RnySgb4/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N3loyCsI/AAAAAAAABWc/hMj9RnySgb4/s400/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516150735990033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lily extremely bored with this activity that has nothing to do with her. &lt;br /&gt;Daddy makes a great bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N41ecHtI/AAAAAAAABWs/zbsuoPeX0H0/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1N41ecHtI/AAAAAAAABWs/zbsuoPeX0H0/s400/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516150757421489874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following soccer we had a fabulous garden Fairy birthday party.  I'll post pics of that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7878113091032596273?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7878113091032596273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7878113091032596273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7878113091032596273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7878113091032596273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-soccer-game.html' title='First soccer game'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TI1NJeEzzgI/AAAAAAAABWU/pyQ1U1Iz1pk/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8550881719488761784</id><published>2010-09-07T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:21:32.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>savoring the moments</title><content type='html'>Oh, September, you have arrived.  The school buses are traveling and parents are driving to and fro.  It's time to start the yearly routine.  Lazy summer days have ended and it's time to start back up with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets me thinking about how great it is to have one more year of all my kiddos at home.  There are times when it drives me insane and I wish for just one moment of peace, but when I stop to think about the fact that they aren't always going to be home, I appreciate the fact that we are still hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen to stay home and not work and with that comes the priviledge of laying around in our sweats, if we want to, watching videos on days where no one feels motivated, and doing preschool lessons with the older two while Sam plays under the table by our feet.  It feels great and I am savoring the moments I have before me b/c I know they will pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with these three?  They're hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCJR3HOhI/AAAAAAAABV8/t4OVqAEYJoE/s1600/DSCN1981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCJR3HOhI/AAAAAAAABV8/t4OVqAEYJoE/s400/DSCN1981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514237889686747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCJEm0SNI/AAAAAAAABV0/GPhAy3Xkeuc/s1600/DSCN1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCJEm0SNI/AAAAAAAABV0/GPhAy3Xkeuc/s400/DSCN1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514237886128736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCIsa8pJI/AAAAAAAABVs/BfdNLN1YA7I/s1600/DSCN1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCIsa8pJI/AAAAAAAABVs/BfdNLN1YA7I/s400/DSCN1977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514237879636501650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8550881719488761784?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8550881719488761784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8550881719488761784&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8550881719488761784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8550881719488761784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/09/savoring-moments.html' title='savoring the moments'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TIaCJR3HOhI/AAAAAAAABV8/t4OVqAEYJoE/s72-c/DSCN1981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8696935446054948627</id><published>2010-08-31T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T22:15:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye summer, hello autumn</title><content type='html'>Today was chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Eloise's first day of soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it rained in the late afternoon/evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 13 days I'll have a 5 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 21 days it will be the first day of Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TH3hFLxKTgI/AAAAAAAABVk/VFwnqUXCO00/s1600/Frosted-Fall-Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TH3hFLxKTgI/AAAAAAAABVk/VFwnqUXCO00/s400/Frosted-Fall-Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511808998145936898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it is time for baking, playing outside in the crisp fall air, organizing already organized closets, buying new pants to replace last years outgrown pairs, drinking up pumpkin spice americano's, baking anything and everything pumpkin, and filling my house with red, orange, and deep red.  It is a giant deep breath of fresh air for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tangledwing.wordpress.com/2008/09/10/frosted-fall-leaves-wallpaper-killer-paint-help-kill-superbugs-illinois-300-million-year-old-rain-forests/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8696935446054948627?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8696935446054948627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8696935446054948627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8696935446054948627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8696935446054948627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-summer-hello-autumn.html' title='goodbye summer, hello autumn'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TH3hFLxKTgI/AAAAAAAABVk/VFwnqUXCO00/s72-c/Frosted-Fall-Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-6263216343240200358</id><published>2010-08-27T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:20:43.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phew....</title><content type='html'>I. AM. EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMN_SMv7I/AAAAAAAABVM/rZmG2uqagCk/s1600/DSCN1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMN_SMv7I/AAAAAAAABVM/rZmG2uqagCk/s400/DSCN1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510308316041756594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMNQsaWDI/AAAAAAAABVE/Cy5upIeLfvk/s1600/DSCN1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMNQsaWDI/AAAAAAAABVE/Cy5upIeLfvk/s400/DSCN1972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510308303535233074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMM_U1hyI/AAAAAAAABU8/AGxKRY4yzFM/s1600/DSCN1973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMM_U1hyI/AAAAAAAABU8/AGxKRY4yzFM/s400/DSCN1973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510308298872948514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMbBQHxTI/AAAAAAAABVc/EgySMEdiU8E/s1600/DSCN1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMbBQHxTI/AAAAAAAABVc/EgySMEdiU8E/s400/DSCN1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510308539908212018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is into EVERYTHING.  And he's not walking! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no longer a need for me to do the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jillian-Michaels-30-Day-Shred/dp/B00127RAJY"&gt;Shred&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm chasing this kid all over in between trying to manage a house and other kids.  Take that Jillian.  All you need is a 1 yr.  Cardio: Sprinting to make sure he doesn't fall.  Weight lifting: Pulling him from said shelf, couch, bed or bag of oats in the closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6263216343240200358?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6263216343240200358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6263216343240200358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6263216343240200358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6263216343240200358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/phew.html' title='phew....'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/THiMN_SMv7I/AAAAAAAABVM/rZmG2uqagCk/s72-c/DSCN1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3619962910066534216</id><published>2010-08-25T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:51:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public toilets</title><content type='html'>Let's talk toilets for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, taking 3 children to the potty in a public place is chaos.  (I tried to think of a great way to describe it, but words are failing me).  It's just plain difficult.  If you're lucky enough to be in a place where the stall is big enough to hold 4 people and a huge stroller you have your first hurdle jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we move onto examining what type of flushing mechanism the toilet is equipped with.  If it's your typical handle, no fear.  If it's the IKEA type that's green with the up or down options, we've got questions.  If it's the type with a button to push on the wall, it's cool.  If it's automatic, we've got screaming.  TREMBLING AND SCREAMING!  They know.  If there's no type of handle or gigantic button, we've got serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in there minds.  The two of them standing there debating if they really have to pee or will they take their chances and forgo this unpredictable bowl that could flush on them at any moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the patience of my husband (which is none) I plop them down on the toilet, hands clutching onto my shoulders, and their heads looking back at the toilet with rapid fervency just waiting for this monster to blow.  They finally pee out as much as their trembling body can possibly muster up.  And then before I know it, they've climbed off the seat, huddled into the corner with their pants still down, and their ears covered as if waiting for a bomb to go off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's flushed, we can all breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, there's one more and Sam is now trying to climb out of the stroller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3619962910066534216?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3619962910066534216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3619962910066534216&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3619962910066534216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3619962910066534216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/public-toilets.html' title='public toilets'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2259798483406690918</id><published>2010-08-22T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:50:52.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I want to write down and catch up on, but I also want to sleep.  Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is on the move, not walking, but crawling like a monster everywhere and into EVERYTHING.  I refuse to put door locks on my cupboards b/c I don't want to have to deal with it (I'm stubborn) and the girls only went through a short phase of getting into things, but with the 3rd kid there are other distractions.  Today he managed to find the cooking cupboard and for some reason the vanilla cap was loose and he dumped some out on himself and the floor.  At least he smelled like cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the girls to their first wedding yesterday.  The could not stop talking about how white and sparkly the brides dress was.  To them, she was a princess.  Seeing the wedding through their eyes brought back the fantasy part of it all that is lost when you've already had your own.  It was a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following this fantastic party planning blog, &lt;a href="http://tomkatstudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;TomKat&lt;/a&gt;.  Eloise is turning 5 in a month and she is having her first friend party.  She wants a garden fairy party and when I googled some ideas&lt;a href="http://tomkatstudio.blogspot.com/2010/04/kates-fairy-garden-party-fairy-wings.html"&gt; this one&lt;/a&gt; came up.  Let's just say that drool was all over my computer.  I love planning parties and cakes for my kids and I'm so pumped for this one.  We've already made tutu's, ordered wings, and gathered &lt;a href="http://www.thesleepytimegal.com/cake-night/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheSleepytimeGal+%28The+Sleepytime+Gal%29"&gt;ideas&lt;/a&gt; (homemade fondant) for the &lt;a href="http://makemestudio.blogspot.com/2009/06/silvermist-fairy-mini-cake.html"&gt;cake&lt;/a&gt;.  I hope it's a nice day b/c all my ideas will work best outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of parties, sometimes people look at me a little crazy that I'm planning for a 5 yr old's party.  I know she's only 5 and may or may not remember it, but I love doing this for her and planning it with her.  I know other moms don't and that's great.  Each mama has something they love and enjoy doing for their kiddos.  This is my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little video was taken after we came home from somewhere.  It's actually happened alot lately.  I used to not be one for kids sleeping in the car but the girls are at the age where they can go without a nap easily and actually having a nap will make bedtime that much longer and more painful.  I took this to remind myself of how peaceful they all are when their sleeping and that these are the moments (when I'm driving) where I need to remember to gather myself together, pray, focus and gear up for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZMSL2qxJqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BZMSL2qxJqg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2259798483406690918?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2259798483406690918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2259798483406690918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2259798483406690918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2259798483406690918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-3348239318198971212</id><published>2010-08-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:04:54.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweet gift of dresses</title><content type='html'>Our girls received some fun mail a few weeks ago and I've been trying to carve out time to share with you the cool story.  Between Great Wolf Lodge and Sam's birthday I feel like I've had a hard time even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo....the dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefamilynash.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Nash&lt;/a&gt; has been reading my blog for a while.  I popped over to check her's out and noticed &lt;a href="http://thefamilynash.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-morning-i-finished-up-red-white.html"&gt;these adorable dresses&lt;/a&gt;.  When I inquired about sewing and if she sells them, she graciously offered to make my girls some of their very own.  I couldn't wait for them to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls tore open the package and put them on right away.  I should have known to take a picture then b/c they have been worn and washed since.  Here's Lily displaying her dress today (Eloise's dress is exactly the same). She really loves to act it up for the camera.  Pardon my lack of great photo skills, Ashley's really are much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoyM_IVBI/AAAAAAAABU0/6DAWan0Cm4I/s1600/DSCN1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoyM_IVBI/AAAAAAAABU0/6DAWan0Cm4I/s400/DSCN1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506610181079323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoxv9Ci1I/AAAAAAAABUs/m9ifIC9OY_g/s1600/DSCN1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoxv9Ci1I/AAAAAAAABUs/m9ifIC9OY_g/s400/DSCN1962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506610173285927762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why she looks so sad here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoxaGw62I/AAAAAAAABUk/D8jn_YGCsIY/s1600/DSCN1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoxaGw62I/AAAAAAAABUk/D8jn_YGCsIY/s400/DSCN1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506610167421135714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she's happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is a working mom who would love to stay at home.  She loves to sew and sees this as a great opportunity to open that door to being a SAHM.  She just recently opened an &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/monkeystyleboutique"&gt;Etsy shop called Monkey Style Boutique&lt;/a&gt; and is hoping to spread the word. The least I could do for her wonderful gift, was help spread the word here on my blog.  So head on over and check out her cute girl digs.  I LOVE the&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/52331293/girls-twirl-skirt-sizes-6mos-to-10yr"&gt; twirly skirts&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention, she didn't forget Sam.  She made him a cute little tie shirt &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/53546144/brothersister-set-in-amy-butler-fabric"&gt;just like this one&lt;/a&gt;.  Again, I should remember to take pictures in the moment.  But her pictures are so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3348239318198971212?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3348239318198971212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3348239318198971212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3348239318198971212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3348239318198971212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/sweet-gift-of-dresses.html' title='the sweet gift of dresses'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGtoyM_IVBI/AAAAAAAABU0/6DAWan0Cm4I/s72-c/DSCN1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-4046013058581129781</id><published>2010-08-13T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:11:17.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam is 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYcbQAc9ZI/AAAAAAAABTU/Cr8-Qpc7H4o/s1600/DSCN1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYcbQAc9ZI/AAAAAAAABTU/Cr8-Qpc7H4o/s400/DSCN1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505118848985920914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet little Sam is 1 yr old!  I can hardly believe it.  It feels like &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-keep-him.html"&gt;these pictures&lt;/a&gt; were just taken yesterday.  The year has been fast and slow all at the same time.  It feels perfect.  Not bittersweet in the least bit.  In fact, I'm breathing a deep sigh of relief.  We made it!  I couldn't be more excited for the upcoming year.  It's my absolute favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYcb3o9jgI/AAAAAAAABTc/pHKk_Fjq2pw/s1600/DSCN1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYcb3o9jgI/AAAAAAAABTc/pHKk_Fjq2pw/s400/DSCN1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505118859624812034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what is our little Sam up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He...&lt;br /&gt;...has 8 teeth and is working on 2 molars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is still nursing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves to give hugs and "pat pats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...chases Lily around the house screaming after her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is, I think, almost 20 lbs and tall like his sister's but still looks tiny (which is amazing b/c he was almost 10 lbs at birth).  We'll know next Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...loves smoothies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pretty much just sits around and looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYccqYlYPI/AAAAAAAABTk/xoLpVLvQIr4/s1600/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYccqYlYPI/AAAAAAAABTk/xoLpVLvQIr4/s400/DSCN1944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505118873246327026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdC9t0YlI/AAAAAAAABT8/dvMoP37zljg/s1600/DSCN1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdC9t0YlI/AAAAAAAABT8/dvMoP37zljg/s400/DSCN1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505119531270693458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdDLoGRZI/AAAAAAAABUE/wOMgsR89wSA/s1600/DSCN1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdDLoGRZI/AAAAAAAABUE/wOMgsR89wSA/s400/DSCN1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505119535004796306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I had Lily, my mind was set on only having two, but my heart knew otherwise.  When I would say that I was done, a still small voice would remind me not to speak too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while sitting at coffee with a friend who has 3 kids, she was talking about her son.  After leaving that coffee date, I knew I would have a 3rd and he would be a boy.  That following Fall, I got pregnant with Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that i was super excited to give birth again or have another newborn, but I knew that our family wasn't finished.  The thought of 3 teenagers in the house fit perfectly.  Two just didn't quite fit the picture in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thankful and we are joyful that our sweet Sam is here.  I can hardly believe that one year ago we were recovering from a &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/08/birth-of-sam.html"&gt;CRAZY birth&lt;/a&gt; and staring at our &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-finally.html"&gt;BIG baby&lt;/a&gt;. (these pictures are not my favorite, but I'm not one to take beautiful pics post-birth). We are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdClWhKSI/AAAAAAAABT0/QPPiJoai0Lk/s1600/DSCN1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYdClWhKSI/AAAAAAAABT0/QPPiJoai0Lk/s400/DSCN1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505119524730513698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4046013058581129781?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4046013058581129781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4046013058581129781&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4046013058581129781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4046013058581129781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/sam-is-1.html' title='Sam is 1'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TGYcbQAc9ZI/AAAAAAAABTU/Cr8-Qpc7H4o/s72-c/DSCN1933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2177025825107853693</id><published>2010-08-05T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:40:24.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>My 500th post</title><content type='html'>Wow!  Number 500.  I started this blog just a bit after Lily was born and it's been a great place to de-brief all this parenting, life stuff.  I appreciate all who have read and followed along.  I'm glad I've got some interesting things to write every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/08/everyday-chocolate-cake/"&gt;everyday chocolate cake&lt;/a&gt; - I'm making this some day.  I'm really trying to lose 10 lbs and having this in the house doesn't help get rid of the extra lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We love to make bread here.  I picture us doing it for the long haul.  I REALLY want &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Zojirushi-BBCCX20-Bakery-Supreme-Machine/dp/B0000T6J3I/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1280951083&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;this bread machine&lt;/a&gt;.  I love the true loaf rather than the regular bread machine loaf.  It's a little pricey so I'm going to have to do some exploring for a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We're planning Eloise's 5th birthday in a month and she really wants a Rosetta Fairy party.  It's her first friend party where she gets to invite 5 friends.  We're super-duper excited.  She loves &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31712698@N02/3933828422/lightbox/"&gt;this cake&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know if this mama can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We got to church with family that has two autistic boys.  I loved &lt;a href="http://www.simplymodernmom.com/2010/08/simply-said-mique-from-30-days-on-autism/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from a mom about what/how to be around autistic children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i would like to make &lt;a href="http://sherbetblossom.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-review.html"&gt;these delicious bars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.houseofturquoise.com/2010/08/lustrous-seafoam-bathroom.html"&gt;gorgeous bathroom.&lt;/a&gt;  gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 500th post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2177025825107853693?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2177025825107853693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2177025825107853693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2177025825107853693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2177025825107853693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-500th-post.html' title='My 500th post'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-836467768529160726</id><published>2010-08-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:00:39.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parenting book</title><content type='html'>When Eloise was 9-10 months old I had a very distinct conversation with the Lord.  I was in deep questioning over whether or not I should read a specific parenting book.  It had me in knots.  In a very distinct moment, the Lord told me that He would give me the wisdom I needed to parent and that I had enough creativity in my self to do the job.  He would lead me.  A complete sense of peace washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have avoided parenting books like the plague.  Dave helps with that b/c he won't pick up one even if someone paid him.  So in our family, we pray for wisdom and often times hope for the best.  Lately though, for me, it's been alot of shooting from the hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/have-a-new-kid-by-friday-monday/"&gt;Amanda's review&lt;/a&gt; about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0800719026/?tag=googhydr-20&amp;amp;hvadid=5781298485&amp;amp;ref=pd_sl_43bkouczab_b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have a New Kid by Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it caught my attention.  After reading some of previous posts struggling with her 4 yr old girl, it sounded like this book had given her some good tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I checked it out from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a few chapters I was encouraged by his very simple approach to parenting.  These points have resonated with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Respond, don't react - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is huge for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wait 10 seconds - think about how to deal with this before getting angry&lt;br /&gt;*Say it once, don't give warnings&lt;br /&gt;*ALWAYS follow through on what you say you will do, even if it means YOU lose out on something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is so hard for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Be consistent 100% of the time&lt;br /&gt;*Never get angry.  If you do, apologize quickly&lt;br /&gt;*Don't do things for you children that they can do for themselves.  Allowing them to figure things out gives them the opportunity to learn success or failure without your help.  It boosts their confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to that part where God told me that I had all I needed to parent and He would lead me.  I struggled with that for a couple of days.  Was I lacking trust in His leading?  I was also contemplating the idea of not giving warnings and saying it only once.  In that moment, I looked down at Eloise's Sunday school lesson on the table.  It was about King Balthazaar (sp?) in Daniel.  There was writing on the wall during a party (of sorts) and they asked Daniel to interpret.  The writing said that because this king wasn't worshiping God and obeying Him, if he didn't repent and begin to obey, he would no longer be king.  The king chose not to repent and the next day, the king was replaced with a new king.  It was such an encouragement reading this simple story.  The Lord gave me an excellent example of his discipline.  He wasn't angry, He said it once, and He followed through on what He said He was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the calmness that has been restored in my life as I parent my kids.  I find that i communicate more with them instead of snapping.  I feel a confidence in my parenting that I haven't felt before and I attribute that not only to the book but to the great word that the Lord gave me to that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think the title is a bit funny, this book really is a great, easy read.  It's very middle of the road, honest, funny and encouraging.  It has great tips for parenting that will last well into their high school years.  The end of the book is filled with "Ask Dr. Leman" which is his opinion on parenting issues that come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, my second review of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-836467768529160726?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/836467768529160726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=836467768529160726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/836467768529160726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/836467768529160726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/parenting-book.html' title='parenting book'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-3444566618039525423</id><published>2010-08-03T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:15:47.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the half-tee</title><content type='html'>First, I'm the most inconsistent blogger as of late.  Sorry to the 30 or so people that read my blog and thank you for reading it.  I'm not quite sure where I'm going with the direction but for now it's just a mish-mash of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I saw &lt;a href="http://www.halftees.com/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; online and just HAD to comment.  This picture alone makes me want to start squirming.  Not as badly as &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/01/turtlenecks.html"&gt;turtlenecks&lt;/a&gt;, but it really does make me squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFjo0UimZrI/AAAAAAAABTM/fHrbQWKUZjA/s1600/long_white_201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFjo0UimZrI/AAAAAAAABTM/fHrbQWKUZjA/s200/long_white_201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501402930397734578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to layer.  I layer almost everything.  The one thing I want to create another layer for is my stomach.  I want things a little longer than the top shirt I'm wearing, not the opposite. I just think it would feel odd, but maybe I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i understand that there are those people who would love this.  Me, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is my unsolicited review of the half-tee.  Am I alone in my thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3444566618039525423?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3444566618039525423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3444566618039525423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3444566618039525423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3444566618039525423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/08/half-tee.html' title='the half-tee'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFjo0UimZrI/AAAAAAAABTM/fHrbQWKUZjA/s72-c/long_white_201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-61647333236470875</id><published>2010-07-29T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:19:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 29th</title><content type='html'>Today, 1 year ago, I was due with our sweet little Sam.  Which means that in two weeks he'll be 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy year it has been since that day.  &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/07/curve-ball.html"&gt;Dave had lost his job&lt;/a&gt;, we were &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-here.html"&gt;waiting for this little guy to arrive&lt;/a&gt; and it was 106 degrees outside.  Life had just been turned on it's side and we were anxiously waiting for life to take another turn with a baby.  Now we are settled into a new job, I'm feeding Sam lunch, the girls are outside and it's only 75.  I think I prefer this July 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has taught us many things over this long year of ups and downs.  The biggest being TRUST.  We trusted and He provided.  We trusted and He brought us comfort when it was needed.  We wanted for nothing and never went without.  He is Good and we are thankful for that provision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He sure was worth the wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFHiBaw61_I/AAAAAAAABTE/gwNNhjWbm9I/s1600/DSCN1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFHiBaw61_I/AAAAAAAABTE/gwNNhjWbm9I/s400/DSCN1894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499425133988337650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-61647333236470875?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/61647333236470875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=61647333236470875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/61647333236470875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/61647333236470875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-29th.html' title='July 29th'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TFHiBaw61_I/AAAAAAAABTE/gwNNhjWbm9I/s72-c/DSCN1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3462088711298846738</id><published>2010-07-27T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:31:54.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>turkey burgers</title><content type='html'>Burgers usually aren't on the top of my list of things to eat.  I don't eat, nor do I like, beef.  I even checked in my baby book once to see if this was always the case.  There it was, "Kate doesn't like to eat meat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family thinks I came from a foreign land because they raise their own cows and therefore consume large amount of beef.  Coolers full of beef mysteriously show up to shower Dave with some beef love and my grandmother is constantly asking what I could possibly be eating if meat is not my favorite food.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She must be feeding him that Tofu stuff"&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been wanting to &lt;a href="http://andthenidothedishes.blogspot.com/2010/03/silken-tofu-and-chocolate-mousse.html"&gt;whip this up&lt;/a&gt; and see how the family takes to it.  Good protein, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since beef isn't an option, turkey is.  I love a good turkey burger and tonight I found another good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE-kMoaEOoI/AAAAAAAABS0/D4U36UtiqZE/s1600/ranch+burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE-kMoaEOoI/AAAAAAAABS0/D4U36UtiqZE/s320/ranch+burger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498794206954797698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ranch Turkey Burgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/"&gt;Healthy Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup bread crumbs (I used panko)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;handful shredded Mexican cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 tsp ranch dressing mix (the powdered kind)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp of dried minced onion&lt;br /&gt;dash of hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4 lb ground turkey (I used the 7% fat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix, form into 6 patties.  I cooked mine inside in a non-stick pan.  If you grill, turkey sometimes has a hard time staying together so I would suggest making sure your grill is lubed with olive oil or you can put a piece of foil down and cook them on the foil).  Serve with all the fixings.  We made our own &lt;a href="http://southerngracegourmet.com/homemade-mayonnaisse/"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/a&gt; today and it was delicious with these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3462088711298846738?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3462088711298846738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3462088711298846738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3462088711298846738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3462088711298846738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/turkey-burgers.html' title='turkey burgers'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE-kMoaEOoI/AAAAAAAABS0/D4U36UtiqZE/s72-c/ranch+burger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1665688525649825016</id><published>2010-07-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:09:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hours of fun in a box</title><content type='html'>I saw this cute idea for a cardboard princess castle over at &lt;a href="http://www.frugalfamilyfunblog.com/2010/07/configure-your-own-cardboard-castle.html"&gt;Frugal Family Fun Blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought I might give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2ymcTOoUI/AAAAAAAABSs/4XzzlAPUMuw/s1600/DSCN1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2ymcTOoUI/AAAAAAAABSs/4XzzlAPUMuw/s400/DSCN1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247093590860098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2yl0gOK3I/AAAAAAAABSk/zLsSc7tGJ9g/s1600/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2yl0gOK3I/AAAAAAAABSk/zLsSc7tGJ9g/s400/DSCN1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247082907937650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't quite make it to the decorating part.  They snatched it up before we could get creative.  They don't much care given they've been playing with this for 30 minutes this morning with only one small fight.  I think we have a free play toy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2ylefx_lI/AAAAAAAABSc/PgQWW4tgl80/s1600/DSCN1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2ylefx_lI/AAAAAAAABSc/PgQWW4tgl80/s400/DSCN1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498247077000511058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1665688525649825016?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1665688525649825016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1665688525649825016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1665688525649825016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1665688525649825016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/hours-of-fun-in-box.html' title='hours of fun in a box'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TE2ymcTOoUI/AAAAAAAABSs/4XzzlAPUMuw/s72-c/DSCN1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3955350304550847373</id><published>2010-07-22T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:19:30.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>Here's some fun stuff that is occupying the top tabs of my computer and also making me think a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I recently read &lt;a href="http://www.themotherhuddle.com/the-bullet-list-amber-from-goodnight-moon/"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; of a military mom with husband out on deployment.  Hats off to all of those wives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wanting to do &lt;a href="http://www.themotherhuddle.com/crafting-yogurt-popsicles/"&gt;yogurt popsicles&lt;/a&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Made &lt;a href="http://bakingbites.com/2007/04/english-muffins/"&gt;English Muffins&lt;/a&gt; this week.  Very quick, easy and a good fill in for last minute egg sandwiches for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These &lt;a href="http://lisatawnbergren.com/?p=86"&gt;upside down prayers for your children &lt;/a&gt;have got me really thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Parenting books make me want to sprint in the other direction at just the sight of the title, but these &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/have-a-new-kid-by-friday-monday/"&gt;reviews on this parenting book&lt;/a&gt; has intrigued me.  I doubt I'll pick up the book, but I appreciate new perspectives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Going to try &lt;a href="http://southerngracegourmet.com/homemade-mayonnaisse/"&gt;Mayonnaise&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't really like it (except in things), but I'm willing to try and make my own.  Anybody with me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll take one of &lt;a href="http://www.thesleepytimegal.com/a-house-of-order-organizing-papers/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; please! Sewing really would come in handy around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3955350304550847373?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3955350304550847373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3955350304550847373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3955350304550847373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3955350304550847373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-9216315548019222586</id><published>2010-07-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:29:25.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation as a family</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy week around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a weekend without the girls.  I love my girls immensely, but to take a break from discipline, playing, and most of all, talking, was pretty refreshing.  We loved having Sam to ourselves and enjoying the peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a trip to Bellingham as a family of five.  Not gonna lie, I was a bit nervous.  I just didn't know how everyone would do being off schedule and sleeping in new places.  They did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our trip out with a visit to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Bus&lt;/span&gt;.  I have no idea what the name of this restaurant is, but it's the place Dave and I had our first date.  It's in Fairhaven and has excellent fish and chips.  The kids thought it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TEPTizTGPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/ky3EFVzoRN0/s1600/DSCN1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TEPTizTGPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/ky3EFVzoRN0/s400/DSCN1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495468565161459186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With many many fun outings in between, we ended our trip with a visit to Boulevard park.  It's a beautiful park on the water.  We walked, threw rocks, and had ice cream.  This one of Eloise sums it up for me.  It was refreshing, relaxing, and full of never-ending laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TEPTjS_krvI/AAAAAAAABSU/USIpV-mO88U/s1600/DSCN1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TEPTjS_krvI/AAAAAAAABSU/USIpV-mO88U/s400/DSCN1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495468573669502706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-9216315548019222586?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/9216315548019222586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=9216315548019222586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/9216315548019222586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/9216315548019222586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-as-family.html' title='vacation as a family'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TEPTizTGPfI/AAAAAAAABSM/ky3EFVzoRN0/s72-c/DSCN1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-6857023630873816704</id><published>2010-07-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:10:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking with flour</title><content type='html'>I've jumped into the&lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooking-with-kids.html"&gt; Good to the Grain cookbook.&lt;/a&gt;  I had previously tried the &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/05/oatmeal-pancakes/"&gt;Oatmeal Pancakes&lt;/a&gt; and I fell in LOVE with them which is what led me to check out the book from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this book b/c it breaks down several different types of flours.  She explains what each tastes like and what it will bring to the recipes.  Some of them are even gluten free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes a chapter using her own multi-grain flour mix.  It's a mix of 5 flours, whole wheat, oat, barley, millet and rye.  With this mix you can make waffles, pancakes and baguettes.  You can even sub out this mix in other recipes.  I think waffles and pancakes are the most forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for us, we live near &lt;a href="http://www.bobsredmill.com/"&gt;Bob's Red Mill&lt;/a&gt;.  The kids and I ventured out there yesterday to walk around, have lunch and pick up our special flours.  It was a blast.  It's painted red (duh!) and has a great little wooded area and water wheel spinning out front.  The girls got a huge kick out of it.  After our lunch they got tokens for free cookies.  I almost forgot to buy our flour we were having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup oat flour*&lt;br /&gt;1 cup barley flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup millet (gluten-free)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup rye flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can grind your own in your food processor using whole oats.  I got a gigantic bag from Azure (their site is down right now so i can't link) that I've been grinding like crazy.  This also goes into the oatmeal pancakes so it's nice to have some already ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about having fun with cooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6857023630873816704?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6857023630873816704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6857023630873816704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6857023630873816704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6857023630873816704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/cooking-with-flour.html' title='cooking with flour'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-8985095632862707738</id><published>2010-07-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:52:18.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smoothies</title><content type='html'>We've been embracing the smoothies around here.  As a person who doesn't love veggies and fruit, this is a good way for me to get some in.  I've been praying that I'll like them more (now that's a hilarious prayer!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our favorite recipe to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;handful frozen strawberries (we picked 34 lbs the other day!)&lt;br /&gt;handful spinach&lt;br /&gt;plain whole milk yogurt(1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;2 TBLS honey&lt;br /&gt;2 TBLS ground flax seed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look who is enjoying them the most...in his new straw cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TDJvxn_pdII/AAAAAAAABSE/vLzjUQYxCYQ/s1600/DSCN1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TDJvxn_pdII/AAAAAAAABSE/vLzjUQYxCYQ/s400/DSCN1841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490573794058269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TDJvxCQyNCI/AAAAAAAABR8/EkEICVUzmfw/s1600/DSCN1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TDJvxCQyNCI/AAAAAAAABR8/EkEICVUzmfw/s400/DSCN1840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490573783929599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8985095632862707738?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8985095632862707738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8985095632862707738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8985095632862707738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8985095632862707738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/smoothies.html' title='smoothies'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TDJvxn_pdII/AAAAAAAABSE/vLzjUQYxCYQ/s72-c/DSCN1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5137598705265345513</id><published>2010-07-03T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:33:53.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>a jumpstart to dinner</title><content type='html'>I'm in the same rotation with dinner meals.  I need to break the cycle.  Here's our top 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegirlwhoateeverything.blogspot.com/2010/04/baked-creamy-chicken-taquitos.html"&gt;Taquitos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/01/asian-turkey-meatballs-with-lime-sesame.html"&gt;Asian Turkey Meatballs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/lasagna-rolls-recipe/index.html"&gt;Lasagna rolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/hash-brown-quiche-recipe/index.html"&gt;Hashbrown quiche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Salad and quesadilla's (no recipe, just ground turkey, chili beans, avocado, sour cream, cheese and salsa, the usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ones I'm going to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/06/chicken-and-white-bean-enchiladas-with.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+weightwatcherspointsrecipes+%28Gina%27s+Weight+Watcher+Recipes%29"&gt;Chicken and White bean Enchilada's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/kikkoman/panko-mozzarella-sticks/"&gt;Mozzarella sticks from Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; (we can have a sampler plate night.  Maybe some &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/homemade-pita-pockets/"&gt;homemade pita's&lt;/a&gt; with hummus and chicken wings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amanda.fakeginger.com/?p=1205"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretzel Dogs&lt;/a&gt; - these will be a hit with the kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/2008/04/spanakopita-greek-spinach-pie.html"&gt;Spanakopita&lt;/a&gt; - I love this dish and have never made it.  My friend Willow makes them and they are SO delicious.  Spinach is one thing my kids will eat so I'm eager to give this a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just b/c it might be fun to &lt;a href="http://www.waffleizer.com/waffleizer/2010/03/recipe-waffled-soft-pretzels.html"&gt;waffle a pretzel&lt;/a&gt;.  And other things.  This site is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know the standards in your house.  I need some good old standby's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!!!  It's great to live in America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5137598705265345513?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5137598705265345513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5137598705265345513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5137598705265345513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5137598705265345513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/07/jumpstart-to-dinner.html' title='a jumpstart to dinner'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-7634595496365116921</id><published>2010-06-30T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:17:00.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking with kids</title><content type='html'>I am over the moon excited about the new cookbook I picked up from the Library.  I think I've been on the hold list for over 2 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abramsbooks.com/Books/Good_to_the_Grain-9781584798309.html"&gt;Good to the Grain. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCplsCs4T2I/AAAAAAAABRc/ewN_dpLdXN8/s1600/cookbook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCplsCs4T2I/AAAAAAAABRc/ewN_dpLdXN8/s200/cookbook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488310903218130786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eloise and I spent a half an hour just looking at the pictures.  I can't wait to dive in and read all the good details after the kids are in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me how I cook with my kids or they wonder if I spend time with my kids because I'm cooking in the kitchen.  First, I spend time with my kids.  Second, my kids cook with me in the kitchen b/c that's where I spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to note that there are so many posts all over the blogosphere that cite great ways to cook with your kids.  Here's my thoughts:  You aren't going to have a successful time cooking with your kids if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; don't enjoy cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't craft.  It makes me want to break out into hives.  For some, this is how they feel about cooking in the kitchen with their kids.  I've just decided that instead of forcing myself to do things with my kids where I'm gritting my teeth and worrying about every little speck of paper that falls on to the floor, I'm going to do the things that I love with them-bake and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken, there are many times where my patience is tried while two little girls are standing on chairs at the counter trying to box one another out for the last remaining cup of flour to dump.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;, is where I need to reevaluate and find a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, baking and cooking has an end result that helps all of us out.  Crafting, it's just another piece of clutter for me to keep or throw away.  My kids do crafts at church or preschool classes, they don't do crafts at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  I cook with my kids b/c I love it, but that doesn't mean it's always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I make something fabulous out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good to the Grain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7634595496365116921?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7634595496365116921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7634595496365116921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7634595496365116921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7634595496365116921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/cooking-with-kids.html' title='cooking with kids'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCplsCs4T2I/AAAAAAAABRc/ewN_dpLdXN8/s72-c/cookbook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5393889274585272525</id><published>2010-06-29T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:48:48.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've lost a tooth here</title><content type='html'>My sweet little Eloise lost her first tooth this morning.  We were really worried it might be in the middle of the night but she held on until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppwvtP_KI/AAAAAAAABRk/7PX4YNabSng/s1600/DSCN1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppwvtP_KI/AAAAAAAABRk/7PX4YNabSng/s400/DSCN1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488315382065265826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppxIPLKwI/AAAAAAAABRs/KMneFW-wbp8/s1600/DSCN1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppxIPLKwI/AAAAAAAABRs/KMneFW-wbp8/s400/DSCN1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488315388650007298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated with milkshakes at Starbucks. And a trip to the library for books on the Tooth Fairy.  She's coming tonight and Eloise is going to leave her a letter about losing her first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppxvA2NmI/AAAAAAAABR0/-iXYZcWKB80/s1600/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppxvA2NmI/AAAAAAAABR0/-iXYZcWKB80/s400/DSCN1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488315399058896482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5393889274585272525?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5393889274585272525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5393889274585272525&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5393889274585272525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5393889274585272525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/weve-lost-tooth-here.html' title='We&apos;ve lost a tooth here'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCppwvtP_KI/AAAAAAAABRk/7PX4YNabSng/s72-c/DSCN1836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2450532050679110716</id><published>2010-06-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:28:01.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best argument of the day&lt;/span&gt;: "Mermaids are the heroes of the Seas".  "No. Mermaids are the heroes of the Ocean". (Now repeat that 15 times)  No one won.  The ocean and the sea are the same thing. (at least they are now to a 3 and 4 yr old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best defensive move of the day&lt;/span&gt;:  Lily threw an aluminum kids kitchen cup at Eloise's collarbone.  She said she just didn't want her near the kitchen.  We'll have to work a little more on how to express ourselves without throwing objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best use of sand&lt;/span&gt;:  (it was bath day, thankfully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCl09UbgprI/AAAAAAAABRM/PRBHyXPZdVE/s1600/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCl09UbgprI/AAAAAAAABRM/PRBHyXPZdVE/s400/DSCN1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488046217732597426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best way to beat the heat for a 10 month old&lt;/span&gt;:  re-purposed organizational bin. a.k.a - Sam's pool.  Just look at that delighted grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCl09zq8akI/AAAAAAAABRU/fZz2XnGeKI0/s1600/DSCN1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCl09zq8akI/AAAAAAAABRU/fZz2XnGeKI0/s400/DSCN1831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488046226118830658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best way to end the day&lt;/span&gt;:  Eloise came out of bed eager to show me her super loose tooth she's been working for months.  I really hope she doesn't lose it in her sleep tonight.  She's WAY too excited for the tooth fairy to come and bring her $.25. (we're cheap, I know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2450532050679110716?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2450532050679110716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2450532050679110716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2450532050679110716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2450532050679110716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-of.html' title='best of...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TCl09UbgprI/AAAAAAAABRM/PRBHyXPZdVE/s72-c/DSCN1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1993894339747550057</id><published>2010-06-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:04:54.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>Summer seems to have finally arrived in the Northwest.  It's been a long spring with all this rain.  Our cherries have had a rough go with the rot but we managed to salvage a few.  Strawberries are finally in season but ours, again, have taken a hit with the rain.  We're looking to get our &lt;a href="http://www.pickyourown.org/ORporteast.htm"&gt;U-pick&lt;/a&gt; on here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my last batch of granola, not good.  But I have a &lt;a href="http://www.thesleepytimegal.com/moms-homemade-granola/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheSleepytimeGal+%28The+Sleepytime+Gal%29"&gt;new recipe&lt;/a&gt; that might inspire me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning some mean &lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/camp-top-ten-popsicle-crafts/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+impressyourkids%2FFrMX+%28ImpressYourKids%29"&gt;popsicle crafts&lt;/a&gt; around here in the coming weeks.  Crafts aren't my thing but I may be able to swing the flower one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this article this week about &lt;a href="http://babble.com/kid/health-and-safety/kids-and-food-how-can-we-raise-girls-without-eating-disorders/"&gt;raising daughters without eating disorders.&lt;/a&gt;  I've been thinking alot about how I am going to shape their view of food and of body image.  I'm trying to refrain from the words "fat" and "skinny" and keep us focused on feeling good and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the lines of eating, I'm trying to fall in love with vegetables.  I like cabbage and &lt;a href="http://whippedtheblog.com/2010/06/11/napa-cabbage-slaw/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; looks like a great recipe with the &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/01/asian-turkey-meatballs-with-lime-sesame.html"&gt;asian turkey meatballs&lt;/a&gt; on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because everyone needs a &lt;a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/06/recycled-tin-can-flower-caddy.html"&gt;cute crafty project&lt;/a&gt; to dream about.  Mine would be filled with different herbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1993894339747550057?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1993894339747550057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1993894339747550057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1993894339747550057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1993894339747550057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-4706050091258114115</id><published>2010-06-20T22:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:43:34.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>humor</title><content type='html'>Despite my doom and gloom posts, things haven't been all bad here.   Lily has been adding her own touch of humor to the days.  Of course it's when she's being disobedient which makes it all that much more difficult not to laugh and follow through with her discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we've established the rule that no one is to jump on the couch, to the couch or off the couch.  I really don't have a problem with it but my kids are accident prone (just like their dad).  After the second time they had a mid-air collision we decided to put our foots down on jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should note here that the last mid-air collision happened on my way home from a baby shower.  I was met at the door with, "Mom, there's blood on the ottoman!".  I walked into Eloise crying with an ice pack and more teeth loose.  It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today.  Lily was jumping on her knees on the couch.  I asked her what she was doing and she told me she was just "Slonking, not jumping".  She's convinced herself that if she can change the word, than she really isn't doing what she shouldn't be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she hit Eloise and I asked if she hit her sister.  "No.  I schlapped her". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hysterical.  I can't believe she has come up with this on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lily, you really are God's grace to us.  You give us humor when we need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4706050091258114115?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4706050091258114115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4706050091258114115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4706050091258114115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4706050091258114115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/humor.html' title='humor'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-4555710315598259492</id><published>2010-06-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:41:32.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>Omsi offered a new perspective but it brought with it two tired and weary parents (one who is still recovering from "surgery" and did a bit too much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired fellow mamas.  I'm tired of repeating myself.  I just told Dave a few moments ago that I was sorry for giving him directions all day.  It's all I do, give directions.  I'm tired of giving directions.    And then I feel like a big fat whiner for complaining about disciplining/training/raising children.  I signed up for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a phase.  I'm practical.  I see the practical things in life and know there is an end and a new phase will begin.  I know to appreciate the stage I am at now b/c that stage will pass.  I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a season where I am more tired than I have ever been before.  More distracted.  More weary.  I plead for grace.  Please, Lord.  In my many moments of failure, let there please be redemption for my mistakes.  Let there be memories of love and life.  Let my precious daughters, most of all, know they are just right in who they are and that their mama finds favor in them regardless of their shortcomings.  Because Lord knows, I've got them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is new and so are His mercies.  Here's hoping for a more cooperative tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4555710315598259492?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4555710315598259492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4555710315598259492&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4555710315598259492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4555710315598259492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-843658026932700721</id><published>2010-06-19T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:22:19.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>*I'm incredibly overwhelmed with food in our house.  Not just food for me (which I'm trying to control) but the kids.  It seems as though they are asking for food ALL. DAY. LONG.  It's as if something just switched in their brains.  An hour after breakfast I hear, "mom, I need a snack".  I'm feeding them protein and fairly balanced meals.  They eat appropriate portions for kids and not alot of sugar.  It really is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mornings are hard.  Everyone gets up at the same time (7:30 ish) and instantly starts to ask me for things.  FOOD is first on the list.  I'm not a morning person by nature and when you add in demanding kids, that doesn't make for a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of demanding, number one rule as we start off the day, "may I please? or can I please?"  must be what you start your questions with.  It's exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Adding to that morning exhaustion, I got a new book at the library.  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Help-Kathryn-Stockett/dp/0399155341"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt;.  It's so good I can barely put it down at night.  I'm having to give myself a limit of only reading for an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Back to that parenting stuff.  I feel like my words are falling on deaf ears.  I wonder if I'm even going to make an impact.  I wonder if I'm balancing love and discipline right.  I'm wondering what it is that they see in me that they are mimicking.  Is there something I need to change in my attitude?  We are not hitting any kind of stride these days and I'm feeling weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm looking forward to a vacation with Dave.  Just 2 days where we can sleep, read, talk, pray and catch our breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dare I say this, but I'm hoping to take said vacation in a warm place with sunshine.  I know, you all know I hate the Summer, but I would take 75 and partly cloudy over a soggy spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's Saturday and we have no plans.  I think this mama needs a break alone to read, go to the market and collect myself.  To hit the restart button.  Then I think a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.omsi.edu/"&gt;OMSI&lt;/a&gt; would give us all a new perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-843658026932700721?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/843658026932700721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=843658026932700721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/843658026932700721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/843658026932700721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-666662742090886401</id><published>2010-06-17T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:10:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/three-child-family/"&gt;post on 3 kiddos&lt;/a&gt; was an incredible encouragement to me today.  I've had a hard time lately putting my thoughts into words about how the transition to 3 has taken life to another level, but she does a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking with a friend last night about the difficult dynamics, i am reminded that community of those in our same situation is key.  To be able to call and express frustration and know that the person on the other end gets exactly what you are feeling and thinking.  They know your heart is pure but so incredibly tired and overwhelmed. Thank you Lord for the gift of fellow moms.  It's priceless. (Thanks Aimee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-666662742090886401?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/666662742090886401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=666662742090886401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/666662742090886401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/666662742090886401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5665145354598795437</id><published>2010-06-14T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:22:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite go-to dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TBbVi3XZbJI/AAAAAAAABRE/37leTRuoO34/s1600/almond+chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TBbVi3XZbJI/AAAAAAAABRE/37leTRuoO34/s400/almond+chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482804391324511378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Almond Chicken with brown rice and broccoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago when Eloise was little I did a round of &lt;a href="http://www.dreamdinners.com/main.php?static=index"&gt;Dream Dinners&lt;/a&gt;.  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 &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1 1/2 cups panko bread crumbs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1 1/2 cups sliced almonds &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1 teaspoon pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;1 cup flour&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;2 eggs, beaten &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;4-6 boneless skinless chicken breasts (I sometimes use chicken tenders.  If you use the breast it's best to cut it in half or flatten it)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;sweet and sour sauce OR Newman's (optional) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Directions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Spray bottom of 9 x 13 pan heavily with non-stick cooking spray. For best results the pan should be big enough that the breasts don't touch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cover bottom of dish with additional bread crumbs to coat thinly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Combine bread crumbs, almonds and salt and pepper in a flat dish (i.e. pie plate).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Place flour and eggs (beaten) in two separate flat dishes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dip each chicken breast in flour, then egg, then dip into almond mixture. (Be sure its coated heavily and evenly at each step).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Place into prepared pan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sprinkle with any remaining almond mixture.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Spray over top of chicken heavily with cooking spray.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bake at 400 for 12 minutes, turning chicken over, and baking additional 10 minutes (until internal temp is 165).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Serve with sweet &amp;amp; sour sauce or sauce of your choice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;h5 style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Note: if freezing, follow all steps except spraying top of dish with cooking spray. Wait until thawed, then spray and bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/KATEAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5665145354598795437?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5665145354598795437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5665145354598795437&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5665145354598795437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5665145354598795437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-favorite-go-to-dinner.html' title='My favorite go-to dinner'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TBbVi3XZbJI/AAAAAAAABRE/37leTRuoO34/s72-c/almond+chicken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5813603131247310415</id><published>2010-06-13T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:20:57.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>summer links</title><content type='html'>Summer has commenced.   There are lots of fun things I'm eager to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing an&lt;a href="http://amy-newnostalgia.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-herbs-in-containers.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NewNostalgia+%28New+Nostalgia%29"&gt; herb garden&lt;/a&gt; in a cute galvanized bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marusula/3078024883/"&gt;granola&lt;/a&gt; and yogurt for breakfast outside while the kids swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a gigantic batch of Jodi's &lt;a href="http://thejoyoftoday.blogspot.com/2010/06/whole-wheat-chocoloate-chip-waffles.html"&gt;whole wheat chocolate chip waffles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establishing a routine of&lt;a href="http://pickupsomecreativity.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-responsibility-checklists.html"&gt; daily chores&lt;/a&gt;.  Eloise is excited to make some money and I'm excited to whip up those cute charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying these &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kids-92-Stearns-Mermaid-2830-2d50-lbs-2e-29/dp/B002YYLI6U/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=sporting-goods&amp;amp;qid=1276403084&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;awesome life vests&lt;/a&gt; for swimming at the Davis pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5813603131247310415?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5813603131247310415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5813603131247310415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5813603131247310415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5813603131247310415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-links.html' title='summer links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-6618998751513055312</id><published>2010-06-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:45:34.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of birthing babies</title><content type='html'>I never thought i would blog this one, but there's too many good thoughts to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I have decided to take the plunge into cutting off (pardon the pun!) the family kid limit at 3.  We're actually sitting in the urology office as we speak.  He's falling asleep on the couch next to me from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; he took just before his procedure.  I'm sure that's why they have couches and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure they have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Valium&lt;/span&gt; for all those jittery husbands just like mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He barely made it in the building without falling over and he kept trying to give me directions to the office.  That's funny in itself because Dave is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the directionally challenged of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;debatable&lt;/span&gt; about when and how to end having children, but we've hit that point where we feel complete and both at peace with our little family of 5.  There is a settled feeling about moving forward from here.  Camping trips without a crawling baby and no more hurried appointments/errands in between feedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew once i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; with Sam that he would be our last.  Now, it's official, or it will be in about an hour (he just went back and did NOT want me to be there - frankly I didn't either).  We are a family of 5 with 2 girls and a boy.  It feels great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6618998751513055312?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6618998751513055312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6618998751513055312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6618998751513055312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6618998751513055312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-birthing-babies.html' title='the end of birthing babies'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5068775566501123816</id><published>2010-06-04T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:14:03.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 month old Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnprVfibaI/AAAAAAAABQk/uMELFky6KjA/s1600/DSCN1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnprVfibaI/AAAAAAAABQk/uMELFky6KjA/s400/DSCN1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479167352385990050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is what is keeping me busy these days - a little boy who crawled, pulled himself up and is getting into everything all within a 2 weeks time.  Good thing he looks super cute when he's pulling everything out of my diaper bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnpsPgCgdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wCtN22GgMRY/s1600/DSCN1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnpsPgCgdI/AAAAAAAABQ0/wCtN22GgMRY/s400/DSCN1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479167367957348818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this just cracks me up b/c he will suck on this but refused to take a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;We use the top to give him gripe water.  Maybe that's why he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnpryzY1UI/AAAAAAAABQs/V7lbzVzxmtU/s1600/DSCN1784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnpryzY1UI/AAAAAAAABQs/V7lbzVzxmtU/s400/DSCN1784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479167360253875522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His sister's sure do love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnq7eQM5jI/AAAAAAAABQ8/RyLKz7atvEw/s1600/DSCN1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnq7eQM5jI/AAAAAAAABQ8/RyLKz7atvEw/s400/DSCN1790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479168729127118386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5068775566501123816?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5068775566501123816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5068775566501123816&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5068775566501123816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5068775566501123816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-month-old-sam.html' title='9 month old Sam'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/TAnprVfibaI/AAAAAAAABQk/uMELFky6KjA/s72-c/DSCN1789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-548839680012661492</id><published>2010-05-31T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:10:18.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the blue bathrobe</title><content type='html'>There are so many things about having babies and young kids that I want to remember.  I'm always saying to myself that there is no way I'm going to forget, but I know before long, the memories will fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was putting my bathrobe in the dryer tonight and it struck me how instrumental this piece of clothing is to me.  My mom gave it to me for Christmas just after I had Eloise b/c I was freezing in the middle of the night when I would need to nurse.  It's light blue, really fuzzy and I'm pretty sure it's from Costco.  It's not glamorous, but it's super warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a faithful friend for those middle of the night and early morning feedings.  It has been a blanket, a snot rag, and a toy dragged around the house by it's tie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I take it off the hook and set it on the floor as I anticipate I'll need it for a little girl with a bad dream or growing pains or, if I'm lucky, Sam's 5 a.m. wake  up.  (I say lucky b/c that will mean I've slept for 6 hours in a row without waking up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when this bathrobe will make it's way into retirement but for now, it's a joyful comfort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-548839680012661492?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/548839680012661492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=548839680012661492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/548839680012661492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/548839680012661492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-bathrobe.html' title='the blue bathrobe'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8912716856201678968</id><published>2010-05-28T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:45:00.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>link</title><content type='html'>I added some new blogs to my reader.  That's always super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New Nostalgia has an &lt;a href="http://amy-newnostalgia.blogspot.com/2010/05/oatmeal-whole-wheat-quickbreaddd.html"&gt;Oatmeal Whole Wheat bread&lt;/a&gt; that I can't wait to try.  I'm pretty much sold and committed to making our own &lt;a href="http://moneysavingmom.com/2008/08/homemade-bread.html"&gt;bread&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.frugaldesigner.com/the-frugal-designer/"&gt;The Frugal Designer&lt;/a&gt; just looked fun all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This was just a &lt;a href="http://funnybunnyfeet.blogspot.com/2010/05/waxing-philosophical.html"&gt;sweet post&lt;/a&gt; from Funny Bunny Feet - I appreciated her thoughts on what she has learned from her kids.  I just might have to follow the example and post my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dinner's On Me has this great &lt;a href="http://dinnersonme.blogspot.com/2008/07/rocky-road-fudge-pops.html"&gt;Rocky Road Fudgesicles&lt;/a&gt; that i can't wait to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And  I think I'm going to whip up this &lt;a href="http://www.goodcheapeats.com/2009/11/multi-grain-blueberry-pancakes.html"&gt;multi-grain dry pancake mix&lt;/a&gt; to have on hand.  Sam is inhaling pancakes lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8912716856201678968?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8912716856201678968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8912716856201678968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8912716856201678968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8912716856201678968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/link.html' title='link'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5078937015098716642</id><published>2010-05-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T13:24:45.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Derailed</title><content type='html'>remember that previous post about slowing down?  Didn't really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coordinated a Bake Auction for our church on Saturday night.  I love to do it.  Coordinating is so much fun for me and I was delighted to do it.  But, it took alot of time in the weeks leading up to it.  And whether I believe that I am or not, I still get anxious that everything will come together as planned.  Thankfully it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for Sunday to arrive b/c it meant the beginning of a week where my calendar was blank.  Except Lost, of course.  Dave and I couldn't WAIT to watch it as we've been committed followers from the beginning.  And really, I just wanted to see how this thing was going to wrap up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our plans all set out.  We needed to run some errands, have dinner, and set up the kids with movie while the first part of the show was starting.  The errands part is where it all went south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is a carsick girl.  But it's been over a year since I've dealt with vomit and even longer with it being in the car.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you have yet to clean puke out of carseats, bless you.  I hope you never encounter this frustrating, exhausting, and drawn out process).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound and my heart sank.  Not only did I feel bad for her, but I knew my night had just taken a super awesome turn.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I was thinking selfishly at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it wasn't a ton and we only had one more stop to make before home. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(tip: keep lots of random blankets in your car, that way, you won't have to do too much clean up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  At that stop Lily went down.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two carseats to clean, NO!&lt;/span&gt;  In my head I'm really hoping this was reactive instead of true sickness.  Just before home Eloise starts to vomit again.  It's now a Hazmat scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home.  Eloise and Lily in the bath and Dave running to get Saltine's and ginger-ale with Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cleaning up hazmat with gloves and every type of cleaner I can find.  The wash is in full swing and I'm secretly hoping that my husband will come home with the carseats and car fully detailed.   A girl can dream right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video going and I'm talking myself out of the fact that this might be happening.  Dave and I are downing Emergen-C like it's our secret antidote to this mystery illness that has entered our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within an hour our girls are back to normal and jumping off the couches as usual.  There might be hope of us watching Lost in peace after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  Something else is sneaking it's way into our home....an Asthma attack!  Lily started coughing around 7:30 (middle of the beginning of Lost - again, I'm pretending this isn't happening).  Several Albuterol treatments later, it's not working.  The coughing is coming fast and persistent.  There is no way this kid is going to fall asleep so I move her to our room to watch videos.  I'm still holding out a thin hope that I'll be able to watch Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin hopes dashed.  I called the nurse line and they suggested that we take her in.  The frustrating part about this is I  know what they are going to give me, steriods.  Crazy Lily is about to emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 p.m. and we're headed to the ER.  We didn't get home until 1 a.m and with exactly what I knew they would give us, liquid steroids.  But they ruled out the big stuff through chest x-ray's and a super big breathing treatment.  Lily and I have spent some time in the ER. We're getting good at hanging out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came fast and so did cranky kids.  Thankfully, Angela took Eloise and the little ones are with me.  Rest time is fast approaching and I'm praying for a good solid nap for all of us.  Hopefully, followed by a peaceful evening where I can finally finish Lost for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=eph.%206:7&amp;amp;version=MSG"&gt;This verse&lt;/a&gt; came to me this morning.  Certainly hard to do the work with a smile on my face, but I know that if I look for it, the Lord has given me grace today to make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5078937015098716642?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5078937015098716642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5078937015098716642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5078937015098716642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5078937015098716642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/derailed.html' title='Derailed'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-1818473671219086491</id><published>2010-05-22T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T21:51:30.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow down</title><content type='html'>meaning to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....life just slowed down a bit this evening.  So I'm hoping to start up soon.  It's been so busy that kids are going a little longer between bathing.  The last of the toothpaste is almost squeezed out and it's entered my mind more than once that sparkle toothpaste does the trick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is catch up and hopefully sleep in...haha, yeah, right?  I just hope that all three of my children can sleep through the night without needing me for something.  5 hours of uninterrupted sleep would be nice.  It really would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1818473671219086491?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1818473671219086491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1818473671219086491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1818473671219086491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1818473671219086491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/slow-down.html' title='slow down'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-2817834264149980574</id><published>2010-05-16T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:25:38.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama date</title><content type='html'>Eloise had an appointment to get her hair cut last Saturday.  She refuses to wear "pretty-pretties" in her hair and so I gave her an ultimatum.  She either let's me put hair ties in her hair to keep it out of her face and from look mangy, or we get it cut.  Obviously, she went with the cut.  We all pick our battles, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSnYq6DII/AAAAAAAABQc/YHktV5nFe8A/s1600/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSnYq6DII/AAAAAAAABQc/YHktV5nFe8A/s400/DSCN1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105121334299778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we decided to make a date of it.  Just her and I.  Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the week I mentioned that we would have a mama date without Dad, Lily, and Sam.  She immediately went and told Lily.  Which in turn, resulted in Lily crying and begging to go with mama on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told Lily that maybe she could run to the store with mom, Eloise started crying that she wanted to be first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I diffused the situation and hoped that I wouldn't witness a replay on the night of.  Wrong.  Replay happened but this time there was even more weeping and wailing.  Lily was a MESS the night we left.  I have visions when they are 16 and 17 telling me that I love one more than the other.  Guess I'm going to have to get good at balancing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise and I went to Burgerville, Target, and the salon.  It was great fun and I can't wait to take Lily out.  Complete with Eloise sobbing as we leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSmx2ynTI/AAAAAAAABQU/hgC49X4wl8c/s1600/DSCN1757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSmx2ynTI/AAAAAAAABQU/hgC49X4wl8c/s400/DSCN1757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105110915161394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSmc--CnI/AAAAAAAABQM/spNmhgt4Jko/s1600/DSCN1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSmc--CnI/AAAAAAAABQM/spNmhgt4Jko/s400/DSCN1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105105312320114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSl6wiQVI/AAAAAAAABQE/_3-fC7VMrG8/s1600/DSCN1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSl6wiQVI/AAAAAAAABQE/_3-fC7VMrG8/s400/DSCN1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472105096124973394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2817834264149980574?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2817834264149980574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2817834264149980574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2817834264149980574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2817834264149980574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/mama-date.html' title='Mama date'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S_DSnYq6DII/AAAAAAAABQc/YHktV5nFe8A/s72-c/DSCN1764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7424770610919010850</id><published>2010-05-13T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:24:51.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>After Eloise cut all the yarn, today, she cut her hair -- just a bit!  I walked in on her just after she had done it and she immediately apologized.  I told her the only person who gets to cut her hair is Rachelle and she is cutting it on Saturday when we have our Mama date night.  We're going to &lt;a href="http://burgerville.com/"&gt;Burgerville&lt;/a&gt; - yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're huge fans of Burgerville b/c it's local and has really great food.  I'm avoiding McDonald's b/c my friend &lt;a href="http://boisekate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kate &lt;/a&gt;posted &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1258913/Happy-1st-birthday-Mother-keeps-McDonalds-Happy-Meal-year--gone-off.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;on her FB page. (not the exact link, but the same story).  Kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same sweet friend Kate, wrote such a &lt;a href="http://boisekate.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-me-downs.html"&gt;sweet post&lt;/a&gt; and mentioned me in it with such kind words.  Most of you know, I don't cry.  This made my day AND made me cry.  I really am a girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/01/asian-turkey-meatballs-with-lime-sesame.html"&gt;Asian Turkey Meatballs&lt;/a&gt; last night and they were FABULOUS!  Next on the list from her blog are &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2010/02/spinach-lasagna-rolls.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted my garden last weekend and included pickling cucumbers to make my own pickles.  The girls love them and reading the list of ingredients in store bought pickles kind of freaked me out.  So I'll give it a try with&lt;a href="http://www.foodinjars.com/2009/08/11/garlic-dill-pickles/"&gt; this recipe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the fun the girls had from that garden/yard clean up day.  Yes, Lily is in her panties in a trailer full of dirt.  They were having fun, not fighting, and being creative.  I didn't care in the least bit.  It's great fun for them and they can always take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-xs-sGEaqI/AAAAAAAABP0/XozivkZYerg/s1600/DSCN1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-xs-sGEaqI/AAAAAAAABP0/XozivkZYerg/s400/DSCN1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470867471592614562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made &lt;a href="http://saving4myfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-your-own-middle-eastern-food.html"&gt;hummus &lt;/a&gt;this week.  It wasn't my favorite recipe.  I'm looking for a great one b/c our family inhales the entire container from Costco the moment we get home.  Lily and Dave being the number one eaters.  Anyone have a favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the locals, there is a &lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/local-events/benefit-bbq-on-516-for-joy-kendall-at-pub-212-in-damascus/"&gt;fundraiser out in Damascus for our sweet friend Joy Kendall&lt;/a&gt;.  She is 10 and was hit by a car 10 days ago.  This benefit will help to raise money for the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And b/c I'm obviously obsessed with making everything from scratch, I found some tips for &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/how-to-make-fresh-butter"&gt;making butter&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm sure the girls will have fun with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one cute pic for you of Sam this last weekend at his Baby Dedication.  There were family pics but they didn't show up as good as this one.  Such a sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-xs_LURzcI/AAAAAAAABP8/LJWOCKK0a94/s1600/DSCN1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-xs_LURzcI/AAAAAAAABP8/LJWOCKK0a94/s400/DSCN1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470867479973711298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7424770610919010850?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7424770610919010850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7424770610919010850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7424770610919010850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7424770610919010850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/links_13.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-xs-sGEaqI/AAAAAAAABP0/XozivkZYerg/s72-c/DSCN1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7971625476537614865</id><published>2010-05-11T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:30:43.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idle time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to know what 4 yr old's do with a ball of yarn and a pair of scissors in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-naK9ygT1I/AAAAAAAABPk/VZfW5m_5qUQ/s1600/DSCN1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-naK9ygT1I/AAAAAAAABPk/VZfW5m_5qUQ/s400/DSCN1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470143104338120530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how I found her getting up to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-naLezw9gI/AAAAAAAABPs/ayFDovVJ21A/s1600/DSCN1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-naLezw9gI/AAAAAAAABPs/ayFDovVJ21A/s400/DSCN1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470143113201776130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7971625476537614865?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7971625476537614865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7971625476537614865&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7971625476537614865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7971625476537614865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/idle-time.html' title='idle time'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S-naK9ygT1I/AAAAAAAABPk/VZfW5m_5qUQ/s72-c/DSCN1753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1223836255396618203</id><published>2010-05-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:03:00.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>This week we went heavy on the Mexican food, and I wasn't even thinking about Cinco de Mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm in LOVE with these&lt;a href="http://thegirlwhoateeverything.blogspot.com/2010/04/baked-creamy-chicken-taquitos.html"&gt; creamy chicken taquitos&lt;/a&gt;.  (Thanks &lt;a href="thejoyoftoday.blogspot.com"&gt;Jodi &lt;/a&gt;for the link) And so is Dave b/c he fought me for them on the last day of leftovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We also made Empanda's.   The weight watchers version.  &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2009/01/baked-empanadas-3-pts.html"&gt;Here's another version&lt;/a&gt;, but i used the wonton wrappers instead.  Just as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Defense-Food-Eaters-Manifesto/dp/0143114964/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1273194170&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; with a critical eye, of course.  But it's very intriguing how our food has evolved through science.  Makes that yogurt/pudding stuff that sites on the shelf kind of creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In response to the book, I read a &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenstewardship.com/2010/05/03/monday-mission-got-meat-where-does-your-meat-come-from/"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; pointing out some alternative thoughts on the issues and the movie Food Inc. as well.  I'm looking forward to reading more about &lt;a href="http://causematters.wordpress.com/2009/09/28/dear-mr-pollan-farming-is-not-a-story/"&gt;farmers who are operating their farms sustainably and ethically.&lt;/a&gt; And some other &lt;a href="http://www.foodinsight.org/Content/76/What%20the%20Experts%20Say-Mod%20Food%20Prod_9-1-09.pdf"&gt;follow-ups&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This weekend is yard weekend and getting the garden ready, but who knows if the weather is going to cooperate.  I'm liking this article though on &lt;a href="http://toadstoolponds.wordpress.com/2007/12/07/why-plant-marigolds-in-your-vegetable-garden/"&gt;what to plant in the garden to keep bugs out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Mother's Day weekend all you Mama's out there.  Hopefully your family gives you some much deserved accolades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1223836255396618203?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1223836255396618203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1223836255396618203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1223836255396618203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1223836255396618203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5641515574275059246</id><published>2010-05-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:34:20.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feedback</title><content type='html'>Alright, I need some thoughts on band-aids.  Yep, band-aids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children want them for everything.  If they bump their arm on the car, i hear, "i NEED a band-aid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've explained a thousand times that band-aids don't make owies stop hurting, they stop blood from coming out.  They didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever Eloise has red on her finger, she thinks it's blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking, "just give the kids some band-aids".  It costs money people!  Even if I can get them for nearly free using coupons, I guarantee the one time a child really does need it, I'll be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eloise came to me the other day after hurting herself and requested a band-aid, I told her, "Is it squirting blood all over the place?".  "No", she replied.  "Then you can't have one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartless, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some feedback, please.  What's your rules for band-aids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5641515574275059246?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5641515574275059246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5641515574275059246&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5641515574275059246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5641515574275059246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/05/feedback.html' title='feedback'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1663604261958799229</id><published>2010-04-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:52:40.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>Wow!  What a week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed way too much into an already stressful week.  Now, I might see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of my busy life is in the tabs running across the top of my computer.  It's a list of all the things i've opened and have yet to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what's waiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/04/the-blessing-of-stewardship.html"&gt;the blessing of stewardship&lt;/a&gt; - it peaked my interest when they talked about the real reason we are afraid to de-clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We decided not to put Eloise in preschool next year.  Financial being #1.  Not wanting to run her back and forth 3 days a week buckling 3 kids into carseats each time, came in #2.  I thought &lt;a href="http://www.daniellesplace.com/homeschool/index.cfm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; might be fun to do next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking about food and local produce and other items.  Local CSA's would be fun to join, but I wanted to look at the&lt;a href="http://www.frugalgreenfamily.com/2010/04/considering-csa-weighing-pros-and-cons.html"&gt; pros and cons.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kids get &lt;a href="http://www.kidsbowlfree.com/"&gt;two games of bowling free&lt;/a&gt; everyday when you sign up for the coupon here.  I looked at the locations and there is one semi-close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And I don't know why this one is open, &lt;a href="http://inspiredtoaction.com/2010/04/how-to-set-goals-with-your-children-the-simple-version/"&gt;How to set goals with your kids&lt;/a&gt;, but something must have caught me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, but I have yet to look at my Reader.  I'm sure I have 45 more posts there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want links during the week, I've been helping my friend Angela out with &lt;a href="frugallivingnw.com"&gt;her site&lt;/a&gt; as her &lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/about/"&gt;Facebook Editor&lt;/a&gt;.  If you "like" her page, I post links there all week.  Not always related to coupons.  Mostly recipes, tips, and crafts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1663604261958799229?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1663604261958799229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1663604261958799229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1663604261958799229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1663604261958799229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/links_30.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-157947859343982477</id><published>2010-04-25T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:51:54.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>binki fairy arrives again</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed in a few pictures, Lily still has her binki.  Until Friday.  The binki fairy arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, it was a little more brutal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Dave helped her get super excited about it.  The binki fairy left a letter in the mail and Lily was so eager to put her binki's in and return it to the mail box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking around yelling, "I'm a big girl" and giving everyone high fives.  She fell asleep like a champ, no crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hours later, it all hit the fan.  She cried almost the entire night.  She was in my bed until 2:30 a.m. and then I put her back in her bed.  She continued to cry and then finally fell asleep at 5:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day while on our way into Safeway and she bursts into tears begging for her binki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we recovered from that one it was onto another one every few hours or so.  It kind of felt like withdrawals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, she fought sleep like crazy.  At one point she asked, again, for her bink's back and I told her that 3 year olds don't have binki's.  She told me that she no longer wanted to be be 3 and wanted to be 2.  She's smart and the girl knows what she wants --  a binki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, much better.  Only a few cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, fell asleep great, or so Dave told me.  I was grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this would be hard and that to move her out of the habit would be tough.  And I know there are many people who would say that they would never start the binki in the first place.  I love the binki.  Even with this one horrible week.  It's given me 3 years of great sleep (which will still be great), quick escapes from crying fits, and comfort for an owie.  It's my backup plan and I have LOVED my backup plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're down to one kid with a binki and one kid in diapers.  I see the light at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-157947859343982477?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/157947859343982477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=157947859343982477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/157947859343982477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/157947859343982477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/binki-fairy-arrives-again.html' title='binki fairy arrives again'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7707127301755063869</id><published>2010-04-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:27:45.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>linky loo</title><content type='html'>I'm really hoping for some sun around here.  I need to tackle some organization outside.  My children are starting to worry that I'm donating everything in the garage to the Goodwill.  They thought I was giving away their bike helmets today.  Needless to say, I need to get outside and dream of &lt;a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2010/04/15/charming-patio-spaces/"&gt;beautiful spaces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Making &lt;a href="http://kitchensimplicity.com/homemade-pita-pockets/"&gt;Pita&lt;/a&gt;'s this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cute, cute, cute, &lt;a href="http://www.pepperdesignblog.com/?p=5385"&gt;bumblebee party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a href="http://impressyourkids.org/2010/04/22/birthday-cake-puzzle-inspired-by-mrs-rosey-posey/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+impressyourkids%2FFrMX+%28ImpressYourKids%29"&gt;Birthday Cake Puzzle&lt;/a&gt; - so perfect for the girls.  I'm going to try and make it out of felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We've been having leftover rice from all our Asian meals lately, i think we're going to do &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/tyler-florence/rockin-rice-pudding-recipe/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I might be able to pull off this &lt;a href="http://jennwa.blogspot.com/2010/04/daffodil-bouquet.html"&gt;daffodil craft.&lt;/a&gt;..Eloise would be beside herself with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My love of Asian foods will be taken to another level with &lt;a href="http://runningfoodie.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-kitty-and-homemade-sushi.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.  I love these and have always wanted to experiment making them.  maybe I'll even be able to convince my kids to eat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7707127301755063869?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7707127301755063869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7707127301755063869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7707127301755063869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7707127301755063869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/linky-loo_22.html' title='linky loo'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-2726052474836943191</id><published>2010-04-21T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:27:19.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><content type='html'>my house is completely quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my children are all sleeping.  It may only be for 1 hour, but for that 1 hour, it is simply, peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to get up from the couch, for fear of breaking the silence.  It is absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because it's quiet, but because it's refreshing.  It's Wednesday and the day is long and the week is only at the middle.  I need this.  I need a moment to breathe, to focus, for just a moment, on being a mama.  On what life will look like when they wake up and the noise returns.  How I will love them?  How I will play with them?  And how I will handle the crazy moments that make me want to pull my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sweet moments like this will be fleeting.  They are all with me.  They are not in school, they are nestled safely in their beds dreaming of crafts, snacks, and playtime.  It is such a simple yet, chaotic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to savor it in this moment.  Before I get too stressed, before I get overwhelmed with someone's disobedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks to the Lord for He is GOOD.  Thank you for giving me these three that you knew we needed.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S89svajBrtI/AAAAAAAABPc/N1FE-W2E9FA/s1600/DSCN1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S89svajBrtI/AAAAAAAABPc/N1FE-W2E9FA/s400/DSCN1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462704434859585234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2726052474836943191?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2726052474836943191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2726052474836943191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2726052474836943191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2726052474836943191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S89svajBrtI/AAAAAAAABPc/N1FE-W2E9FA/s72-c/DSCN1722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-6273326562476200675</id><published>2010-04-20T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:11:13.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food and self-image</title><content type='html'>In the recent months I've thought alot about food.  Not just making it but how I respond to it (sounds strange, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back, Dave was gone all day and I had the kids.  Any mom knows that on those days you are just a few steps away from going over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dinner time and I was frantically eating.  The kids were out of control (usual for 6 o'clock) and I was anxious to make it to bedtime.  I started SHOVING food in my mouth and I wasn't even hungry.  In that moment, I heard the Lord say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gluttony makes you irritable with your kids&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?!? &lt;/span&gt;(as food is spilling out of my mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it down b/c I knew this was something I needed to remember.  So I examined if this was really true.  Sure enough, when I was anxious, I was eating.  And then I would eat too much, feel like junk, and take it out on my kids.  There were no happy moments surrounded the end of meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to pray that the Lord would give me control over my hands and mouth.  That I wouldn't put anything my body unless I needed it.  It didn't matter what it was, just that if I wasn't in NEED of it, I wouldn't eat it.  Seems simple, right?  Do you know how much I'm NOT hungry?  And I'm nursing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, step away from food for a minute.  Let's move onto the ever-present topic of body image.  It's a certain thing for women to look at the figures of others around them.  There are very few women who feel okay with every part of themselves.  If you're one of them, tell me your secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an Ah-Ha moment a few weeks back while reflecting on this whole body image stuff combined with food stuff.  Very few women I know who are thin, worked hard to get there.  Most are genetically predisposed to having that body.  Yay for them!  But for the rest of us, we spend our energies working towards that goal of thinness.  We all want to rebuke the notion that we equate thinness with beauty, but we all have that desire ingrained in us somewhere.  I did.  I thought being thin meant that you somehow won the victory over food.  But you know what, most of those people who are thin, usually don't exercise and eat whatever they want.  BECAUSE, they come by it naturally. (I loved this &lt;a href="http://lindseycheney.blogspot.com/2010/04/bloggy-birthday-week-q-all-about-me.html"&gt;woman's answer to being thin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will say that this isn't the gold standard.  There are those who have worked their fannies off to be thin and reached their goal.  But they have to work HARD and watch what they eat ALL the time.  And it's no coincidence that we see women in Hollywood desperate to be thin, get thin, and then gain it all back.  We certainly don't see Jennifer Aniston with a weight problem.  And that's b/c she is designed to look that way.  She has great thin-genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my view of beauty is will be passed onto my children.  Specifically, my girls.  I don't want terms like fat or skinny in my house.  I want healthy.  I don't know what type of body my girls will have.  Right now, they are both thin and on the tall side, but if it's not like that forever, fine.  I just want them to listen to their bodies, feel comfortable in their figure, and know that God designed them perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with believing that I need to eat right to be thin.  Not the case.  I need to eat right b/c my body needs it, I need energy, and I want to feel great.  I also want to remove the stumbling block of anxious eating which leads to gluttony and irritability with my kids.  My kids do not need to suffer for my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few guidelines I've set for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do I need it?  Am I hungry?&lt;br /&gt;2. Is it good for me?  Have I had the things today that are good for me first? (I ask my kids this all the time)&lt;br /&gt;3. How much do I need to feel satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also adding in working out so that I can feel good.  Dave has been working out for 6 days a week over the last month and although he's only lost 2 lbs, he is always commenting on how great he feels.  I want to feel great and have lots of energy (not that I need more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you can see why the pregnant comment fell on the heels of some BIG self-image stuff in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone relate?  Does anyone else have this struggle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6273326562476200675?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6273326562476200675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6273326562476200675&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6273326562476200675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6273326562476200675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/food-and-self-image.html' title='food and self-image'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7739857359262122559</id><published>2010-04-19T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:47:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://www.kellehampton.com/2010/01/nella-cordelia-birth-story.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;story tonight and almost cried, so for most people they will cry.  Inspiring, raw, and so incredibly beautiful.  Simply, amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7739857359262122559?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7739857359262122559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7739857359262122559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7739857359262122559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7739857359262122559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/amazing.html' title='amazing'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-7741455587404052219</id><published>2010-04-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:53:32.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT question</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day, until I was asked the question.  You know, THE question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So, when is your baby due?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, standing in the grocery store with Eloise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I looked around, to see if she was talking to someone else.  Then I think, is Sam with me, is he due for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gasp!  She's asking ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly said, "Oh, I'm not pregnant, I have a small baby though".  And then I continue to stumble over my words as if to explain away the ever present, will-never-go-away-unless-I-get-a-tummy-tuck belly.  I'm caught between that conundrum of making the person feel better about their insensitive question and feeling mortified that I'm wearing a shirt that might remotely give off the idea that I'm with child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention here that I don't even get asked if I'm pregnant until I'm at least 6 months pregnant with an ACTUAL baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this comes on the heals of an intense struggle with self-image.  Something I thought only teenagers dealt with. (more on that later)  It's good for motivation, but not for healthy perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  My first time being asked if I'm pregnant when I'm not.  And in case you're wondering, the shirt is already in the donation pile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7741455587404052219?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7741455587404052219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7741455587404052219&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7741455587404052219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7741455587404052219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-question.html' title='THAT question'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-5063665110210173856</id><published>2010-04-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:09:07.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>Linky loo</title><content type='html'>Don't got alot this week.  I've been doing tons of organizing and cleaning.  Today, I actually cleaned all my baseboards and doors (my mom and dad were here and had the girls at the mall and Sam slept for 2.5 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm dreaming of working on the outside.  I'm dreaming of&lt;a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2010/04/15/charming-patio-spaces/"&gt; patio spaces&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/2010/03/home-is-a-delicious-scent-satsuma.html"&gt;smell &lt;/a&gt;in the house and it makes it all smell so clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-make-yogurt-in-your-crockpot.html"&gt;yogurt in the crockpot&lt;/a&gt; today.  Not really working out like I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/02/mac-cheese-meatballs-and-the-winners/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;tonight.  I'm thinking I need to tweak it a bit.  Needs more flavor for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I got for now.  But have a great weekend and enjoy the sun (hopefully).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5063665110210173856?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5063665110210173856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5063665110210173856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5063665110210173856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5063665110210173856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/linky-loo.html' title='Linky loo'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5797089040238188399</id><published>2010-04-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:03:52.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's going on</title><content type='html'>First, the skinny jeans.  Unfortunately, I had to return them.  They stretched out too much while I was wearing them, so I needed to take them back for a smaller size.  They were out, so I'll look later.  But, I will take a picture if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, still baking here, but exploring more.  I made yogurt this weekend.  It came out great.  We love plain yogurt around here, with honey, of course.  And Sam is inhaling it, without honey, of course. It turned out great.  I followed &lt;a href="http://www.frugallivingnw.com/frugal-living/frugal-homemaking/in-the-kitchen/recipes/frugal-success-1-homemade-yogurt/"&gt;Angela's steps&lt;/a&gt;.  It was a little thin, but I strained it through a cheesecloth and came out the way we like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm developing a love of creating things from scratch.  Like&lt;a href="http://saving4myfamily.blogspot.com/2010/04/make-it-yourself-monday.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Saving4MyFamily+%28Saving+4+My+Family%29"&gt; Taco Seasoning&lt;/a&gt;.  I have time.  I'm at home, so why not make something from scratch.  I know what's in it and I know it's cheaper.  Plus, I get alot of joy out of creating.  And we're trying to slow down on the &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenstewardship.com/2010/04/12/monday-mission-use-less-refined-sugar/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+kitchenstewardship%2FPgbo+%28Kitchen+Stewardship%29"&gt;sugar&lt;/a&gt; after a fruit snack invasion and addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're creating, making, and playing with lots of food here.  I'll post pictures soon.  My mind is fuzzy from all these kitchen creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5797089040238188399?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5797089040238188399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5797089040238188399&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5797089040238188399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5797089040238188399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-going-on.html' title='what&apos;s going on'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7789837214195982748</id><published>2010-04-08T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:18:27.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>Happy Spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm getting the bug to garden and I think I'm going to start by&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/good-things/trellis-organizer"&gt; organizing my tools&lt;/a&gt; in a our tiny shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Thinking about eating whole foods.  This is a &lt;a href="http://www.simplebites.net/spring-clean-your-body-with-real-foods/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SimpleBites+%28Simple+Bites%29"&gt;great post about Spring cleaning the body&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm loving the&lt;a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2010/04/08/inspired-by-pretty-rooms/"&gt; Inspired Room&lt;/a&gt; - loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://delicious-ambiguity-nennyk.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-diy-kitchens-worth-looking-at.html"&gt;DIY kids kitchens&lt;/a&gt; - so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I bought some skinny distressed jeans.  There I said it!  I really did and&lt;a href="http://trulystyled.typepad.com/truly_styled_blog/2010/04/distressed-jeansreally.html"&gt; look, they're all the rage&lt;/a&gt;.  And not just for teenagers.  I love them.  I really love them.  More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7789837214195982748?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7789837214195982748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7789837214195982748&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7789837214195982748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7789837214195982748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-961757589355886237</id><published>2010-04-06T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:34:43.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>oatmeal muffins</title><content type='html'>I've made these three times in the last week.  And they are simply, FANTASTIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;1. add a little vanilla with the milk and vinegar while they are soaking&lt;br /&gt;2. I make them in mini-muffin tins, they only take about 8 minutes&lt;br /&gt;3. my favorite add-in....mini chocolate chips. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more tips on how to make the best muffins ever, head over to &lt;a href="http://www.simplebites.net/how-to-make-the-best-muffins/"&gt;Simple Bites&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;One-Bowl Oatmeal Muffins: Basic Recipe&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be sure to read the recipe all the way through before getting  started.&lt;/em&gt; You will note  that the oats soak in the milk 1 hour prior  to assembling the rest of the  ingredients, so take that into  consideration before starting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Makes 12 medium muffins (or 24 mini-muffins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 cup milk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 teaspoon white vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 tsp Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 cup rolled oats (&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; quick oats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 large egg, at room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ¼ cup brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ½ cup butter, melted and cooled slightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 cup plus 2 Tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ¼ teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ½ teaspoon baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg, freshly ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon, freshly ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; add-ins of your choosing&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Combine milk, vinegar and oats in a large bowl and let stand one  hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 375°F. Grease a twelve-cup muffin tin and line  with cupcake papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crack the egg into the oat and milk mixture; add brown sugar and mix  to combine. Stir in melted butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sift remaining ingredients into the bowl: flour, salt, baking powder,  baking soda, &amp;amp; spices. Gently fold into batter, taking care not to  over mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sprinkle add-in and flavorings of your choice and combine muffin  batter gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Use a large ice cream scoop or 1/3 cup measuring cup to scoop batter  into muffin tins. Bake until light brown and tops spring back when  gently touched, about 10-12 minutes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;: Muffins will take slightly  longer to bake if you are adding fresh fruit such as blueberries or  rhubarb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remove from oven and cool in tins. To remove, run a sharp knife  around the edges and pop muffins out. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-961757589355886237?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/961757589355886237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=961757589355886237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/961757589355886237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/961757589355886237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/oatmeal-muffins.html' title='oatmeal muffins'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-4109914659401943485</id><published>2010-04-06T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T18:06:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exciting</title><content type='html'>We're pretty excited to make &lt;a href="http://www.goodcheapeats.com/2009/10/whole-grain-cinnamon-rolls.html#"&gt;cinnamon rolls&lt;/a&gt; around here. It's our first time using the bread machine. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S7vaWfm2vyI/AAAAAAAABPU/vxaROo-KqU8/s1600/DSCN1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S7vaWfm2vyI/AAAAAAAABPU/vxaROo-KqU8/s400/DSCN1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457195453465935650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4109914659401943485?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4109914659401943485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4109914659401943485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4109914659401943485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4109914659401943485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/exciting.html' title='exciting'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S7vaWfm2vyI/AAAAAAAABPU/vxaROo-KqU8/s72-c/DSCN1714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-6193965180523873681</id><published>2010-04-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T08:55:01.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday</title><content type='html'>Taking this week off from Links to celebrate Good Friday.  This is a &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/04/coming-for-us.html"&gt;great post&lt;/a&gt; and I'm excited to spend this weekend talking (in 4 and 3 yr old talk) about the goodness of Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-6193965180523873681?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/6193965180523873681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=6193965180523873681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6193965180523873681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/6193965180523873681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-and-resurrection-sunday.html' title='Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-7705158160447539046</id><published>2010-03-31T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:30:24.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want to do is cook</title><content type='html'>I cannot stop cooking, therefore, i cannot stop eating.  And I really need to lose these last 10 lbs.  Rather, I need to lose these last 10 lbs so I can work on the pre-existing 10 lbs I needed to lose before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I want to do is BAKE and cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the whole wheat sandwich bread out of the &lt;a href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/"&gt;Artisian Bread in 5 minutes a day&lt;/a&gt;.  So delicious, I think I ate 6 pieces the first night.  Then I made grilled cheese out of it.  Not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make these&lt;a href="http://amysfinerthings.com/big-batch-cinnamon-rolls"&gt; cinnamon rolls &lt;/a&gt;and then there is the &lt;a href="http://heavenlyhomemakers.com/healthy-treat-for-today-whole-wheat-cinnamon-rolls"&gt;"healthy" version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these &lt;a href="http://www.bakerella.com/lemon-bars-and-a-little-helper/"&gt;lemon bars&lt;/a&gt; today for dinner club tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, this is getting out of hand.  I need to start giving it all away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-7705158160447539046?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/7705158160447539046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=7705158160447539046&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7705158160447539046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/7705158160447539046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-i-want-to-do-it-cook.html' title='all i want to do is cook'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8386355410076360633</id><published>2010-03-29T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:35:36.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smokin' recipe</title><content type='html'>I have been craving these every week.  No joke, i could eat the entire amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Willow passed this onto me and I have no idea where it originated.  I still love my &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-going-recipe-crazy.html"&gt;Asian Turkey wraps&lt;/a&gt;, but these have a different flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asian Chicken Lettuce wraps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 head bibb lettuce&lt;br /&gt;3 TB Hoisin&lt;br /&gt;2 TB Soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 TB Water&lt;br /&gt;5 garlic cloves&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp fresh ginger&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp + 2 TB of peanut oil&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground chicken&lt;br /&gt;5 green onions&lt;br /&gt;(you can also add water chestnuts, but I'm not a huge fan)&lt;br /&gt;peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. whisk hoisin, soy and water, set aside&lt;br /&gt;2. mix garlic, ginger, and green onions, and 1 TB peanut oil&lt;br /&gt;3. heat 1 tbls peanut oil and cook chicken&lt;br /&gt;4. remove chicken and heat remaining 1 tsp oil, add garlic mixture.  cook for 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;5. add back in chicken (and water chestnuts and peanuts) and add sauce.&lt;br /&gt;6. cook until heated through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve these with rice and bean sprouts and peanut sauce.  I love &lt;a href="http://moonwithaview.blogspot.com/2009/10/thai-spring-roll-fusion.html"&gt;cutzi's peanut sauce&lt;/a&gt; but when I was at a Thai restaurant the other day I asked the lady what she put in her's (it was delicious) and she mixes with coconut milk instead of water.  I think I'm going to experiment.  Until then, ENJOY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8386355410076360633?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8386355410076360633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8386355410076360633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8386355410076360633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8386355410076360633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/smokin-recipe.html' title='Smokin&apos; recipe'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-9012060401605674606</id><published>2010-03-26T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:53:00.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>link</title><content type='html'>A few new sites I've added to my reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** &lt;a href="http://www.goodcheapeats.com/"&gt;Good (&amp;amp;CHEAP) Eats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://www.myfrugallifestyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Frugal Lifestyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;  And her super fabulous &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/03/st-louis-gooey-butter-cake/#more-5785"&gt;St. Louis Gooey butter cake&lt;/a&gt; is calling my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these &lt;a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/Kids--Favorite-Blueberry-Muffins"&gt;pancake mix muffins&lt;/a&gt; today.  They were a bit dry, but I was using oatmeal pancake mix so I think I should have added milk. But a really quick muffin on those days where you need something yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-9012060401605674606?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/9012060401605674606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=9012060401605674606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/9012060401605674606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/9012060401605674606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/link.html' title='link'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-340826481197540418</id><published>2010-03-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:21:12.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping a record</title><content type='html'>I have to say this b/c I think I need to be reminded of it every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Sam rarely, if ever, takes a nap longer than 40 minutes. 3 of them a day, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, this makes me incredibly frustrated at times.  So much, that I need to walk away from him or I'll be angry with a baby (not good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pediatrician mentioned a few months back that his son didn't start napping (longer than 45 minutes) until 8 months.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 months. Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am approaching 8 months and I still have a catnapping baby. (He sleeps 12 hours at night with 1 feed at 4 a.m. - not bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done everything.  Literally, everything.  He falls asleep independently and has for months.  Consistent bedtime. Regular feeding schedule.  You name it, I've done it.  (Maybe that's my problem, too much involvement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I need to remember.  Sleep is fleeting.   It ends in a few years.  And while I value the peace that it brings, he's still a happy kid.  And if I spend hours on end working a 30 minute nap into 90, then what have I given up with the other two?  Most likely they are sitting in front of the TV with a stressed out mom begging them not to move an inch.  Doesn't really sound like a fun life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've thrown in the towel.  I've reconciled myself to the fact that I don't have 'those' kids that take 2, two hours naps during the day.  I just don't.  And we are OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kate, remember, when he's applying for college, excellent sleeper isn't a requirement for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;He just woke from a 30 minute nap, go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-340826481197540418?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/340826481197540418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=340826481197540418&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/340826481197540418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/340826481197540418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/keeping-record.html' title='keeping a record'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-937695467604658399</id><published>2010-03-24T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:38:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Spring is in full bloom today.  The sun is shining and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; my perfect day.  The perfect day would be partly cloudy and 65, buy I can take a break from that every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent time at the park this morning with friends from church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then onto swinging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3EzlYsxI/AAAAAAAABPE/fQv71FPFSn4/s1600/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3EzlYsxI/AAAAAAAABPE/fQv71FPFSn4/s400/DSCN1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452301223335605010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3EdoKWfI/AAAAAAAABO8/XXof9DJdL44/s1600/DSCN1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3EdoKWfI/AAAAAAAABO8/XXof9DJdL44/s400/DSCN1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452301217441667570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing our swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3FGsfniI/AAAAAAAABPM/wED-qDj5abY/s1600/DSCN1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3FGsfniI/AAAAAAAABPM/wED-qDj5abY/s400/DSCN1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452301228465692194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And making&lt;a href="http://myfrugallifestyle.blogspot.com/2009/05/ziplock-ice-cream.html"&gt; ice cream in a bag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-937695467604658399?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/937695467604658399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=937695467604658399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/937695467604658399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/937695467604658399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S6p3EzlYsxI/AAAAAAAABPE/fQv71FPFSn4/s72-c/DSCN1686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-4916738325911377596</id><published>2010-03-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:52:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Easter</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, who read the blog and know us in real life, we follow the Christian faith and believe passionately in the life, love, and truth of Jesus.  We strive to love Him and through that love He will give us the grace and ability to love others, exceptionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that belief, comes teaching our children about who Jesus was/isA key tradition/holiday to this is Easter.  It is the memorial of Christ's death (Good Friday) and the joy of the Resurrection (Easter Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, while sitting in bible study, my teacher was talking about worldly traditions that have overshadowed the true religious meanings of certain holiday's, particularly Easter.  Instead of the central focus being about egg hunts and candy, make it about what it was intended to be -- about Christ and His saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that this doesn't come easily to a 3 and 4 year old.  I feel like I have to tread lightly on the death part and talk only of things they can understand at this stage in their life.  I have to remember that we have many years to come of understanding the enormity of it all, and ultimately it will be their decision to choose to follow Christ and the Holy Spirit has to lead them to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think of myself as the teacher who gets to bring practical applications to help them learn more about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--these&lt;a href="http://mustardseeds.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/04/he-has-risen-rolls.html"&gt; "He has Risen!" rolls &lt;/a&gt;seem really cute and so perfect for little minds to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--another family noted that they were going to celebrate with a memorial on Friday and then everyone gets new fresh clothes for Sunday to help them understand the new life in Christ. (I'll be honest, I'm going to have a hard time connecting this one.  I just get super excited about clothes and I feel like if I try too hard to connect the spiritual part, I'm faking it a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2010/03/five-ways-for-a-family-to-celebrate-easter.html"&gt;I like #5 of this&lt;/a&gt;.  My friend&lt;a href="http://thejoyoftoday.blogspot.com/2010/03/repentance-box.html"&gt; Jodi &lt;/a&gt;did this also.  I might do this next year.  I just don't think my kids are quite ready for it.  Nor am I ready to devote the time it needs me to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--tonight I found cookie cutters in the shape of a cross, church, lamb, and bible.  We'll be making some sugar cookies for Sunday's brunch at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first year I feel like the girls get it and are grasping some of what we are passing onto them.  I'm looking forward to talking about Christ and His redemption over the next couple of weeks and I hope that will carry over to many more conversations throughout the years to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4916738325911377596?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4916738325911377596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4916738325911377596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4916738325911377596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4916738325911377596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/celebrating-easter.html' title='Celebrating Easter'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-3974840788984572990</id><published>2010-03-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:17:30.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite link friday'/><title type='text'>links</title><content type='html'>::I mentioned my thoughts of eating and sugar.  This &lt;a href="http://www.simplebites.net/6-ways-to-a-balanced-diet-with-your-child/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+SimpleBites+%28Simple+Bites%29"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; was interesting and some good thoughts.  Eloise is still afraid of seasoning in her food (basil, green onion, flecks of anything green).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;a href="http://sweetgrace.typepad.com/the_inadvertent_farmer/2010/03/old-felted-wool-sweater-to-laptop-bag-case-craft-tutorial.html"&gt;Felted wool laptop bag&lt;/a&gt;...very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I've always wanted a husband who was handy enough to build &lt;a href="http://knockoffwood.blogspot.com/2010/03/plans-beautiful-nursery-armoire.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Maybe I can rent one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::i want to do &lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/2010/03/pam-from-bibbidi-bobbidi-beautiful.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;a href="http://icookstuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/hazelnut-chocolate-cheerio-treats.html"&gt;YUM&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::&lt;a href="http://yuehandicrafts.blogspot.com/2010/03/pink-lady-chocolate-raspberry.html"&gt;this l&lt;/a&gt;ooks beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great first weekend of Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3974840788984572990?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3974840788984572990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3974840788984572990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3974840788984572990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3974840788984572990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/links.html' title='links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-431245408408213607</id><published>2010-03-13T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:23:38.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts of thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Thurdsay&lt;/span&gt;, we were driving to a friend's house for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back I hear Lily, &lt;em&gt;"Mama, please answer me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;"Sorry.  I didn't know you were talking to me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily: &lt;em&gt;"Great job turning your wipers on"&lt;/em&gt; (it was raining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;"oh thanks Lil".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise: &lt;em&gt;"Ya, and thanks for being so safe while you drive us".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beaming.  Even though they were two very insignificant compliments, they were compliments.  And that is a sign, to me, of gratitude and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-431245408408213607?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/431245408408213607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=431245408408213607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/431245408408213607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/431245408408213607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/hearts-of-thankfulness.html' title='hearts of thankfulness'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-3767391051513589759</id><published>2010-03-11T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:04:03.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linky loo</title><content type='html'>I think I might have an addiction to links, not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I made &lt;a href="http://www.makeandtakes.com/chewy-granola-bars"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; this week.  But I added chopped peanuts, whole flax seed, wheat germ, and I skipped the M&amp;amp;M's.  The girls loved it and dave took them to work.  Mine didn't totally set. I think I might have needed to add something more with the extra ingredients.  But at least it's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**We made&lt;a href="http://www.livinglocurto.com/2010/03/simple-easter-paper-crafts/"&gt; Easter bunnies out of TP rolls&lt;/a&gt; this week.  Crafts make me want to break out in hives, so I'm considering this a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm in love with Asian chicken lettuce wraps with peanut sauce.  LOVE THEM!  I couldn't find the recipe I use online to link to it, but people tell me that &lt;a href="http://recipes.epicurean.com/recipe/21046/p.f.-chang%27s-soothing-chicken-lettuce-wraps.html"&gt;P.F. Chang's&lt;/a&gt; has some pretty good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Making some baby food, looking at &lt;a href="http://www.nurturebaby.com/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://wholesomebabyfood.com/"&gt;few&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://carrotsareorange.com/"&gt;sites&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I might be able to try&lt;a href="http://www.craftsbyamanda.com/2010/03/paper-plate-lady-bugs.html"&gt; this craft.&lt;/a&gt;..very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm itching to make &lt;a href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/?p=357"&gt;this bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3767391051513589759?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3767391051513589759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3767391051513589759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3767391051513589759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3767391051513589759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/linky-loo.html' title='Linky loo'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2492100413772347958</id><published>2010-03-08T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:15:26.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first born daughter</title><content type='html'>It's rest time -- the most peaceful part of my day.  On days when all three kids are down, it's a time to forget about dishes/chores and focus on thinking, praying, and sitting in silence.  No TV, music, or other such distractions (besides the computer, today, b/c I'm obviously on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nagging thought tapping on my shoulder lately.  It was heightened today with a dramatic little 4 year old meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thought is -- How can I model grace to Eloise when i really don't want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eloise is my sweet, loving, longing to please, emotional, first born daughter.  She is like me in so many ways, but might have gotten Dave's lack of patience.  Or it could just be that she's 4 and life feels stacked against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gets in these modes of drama or emotions, it takes me to a place of pure frustration.  When it's a leg that hurts and she can't describe the type of pain and there has been no obvious injury, when she feels slighted by her sister taking something from her or hitting her (as Lily is often known to do), or when she just can't get something to work.  It's at that time that I have absolutely NO IDEA what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was the mom of just her, I feel like my focus could be on figuring out the problem.  But when I have another crazy, just as emotional 3 yr old and a 7 month old begging to be held, the problem escalates quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snap at her.  I tell her I'm frustrated and I try as hard as I can to keep the lid tight so I don't explode.  She asks me if I'm mad at her.  I tell her no and explain that I'm really frustrated.  I know she doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustering up grace at that moment is painful and every part of my being doesn't want to give it to her.  And then i remember that I'm shaping her.  I teach her about grace.  I model it.  My words are the words that she will use on her siblings or friends.  They are my actions that will be acted out.  If she doesn't learn some acceptable ways to respond to a stressful situation, shes going to end up acting out the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it in Dave.  His dad did not model a healthy way how to deal with frustration.  He spends ALOT of time working on how to correct that.  And often times the default setting takes over.  I don't want Eloise's default setting to be my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize at this time that I'm not perfect and I'm going to get this parenting gig wrong.  But I want to put my best foot forward.  I know, KNOW, that the most important concept for her to take away is LOVE and I want her to know without a shadow of a doubt that I find favor in her and I love her despite her faults. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this week is to look for ways to let her know I love her and hope that those positive interactions outshine the negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2492100413772347958?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2492100413772347958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2492100413772347958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2492100413772347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2492100413772347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-born-daughter.html' title='first born daughter'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-2341662288843877299</id><published>2010-03-06T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:41:00.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little fun with this little almost 7 month old...he sure is cute.  and I sure look tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S5F6-8W6RuI/AAAAAAAABO0/u9C4J-M3ClI/s1600-h/DSCN1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S5F688Ti4uI/AAAAAAAABOU/qPnjg29_9B4/s400/DSCN1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445268611866485474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-2341662288843877299?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/2341662288843877299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=2341662288843877299&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2341662288843877299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/2341662288843877299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/sam.html' title='sam'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S5F6-8W6RuI/AAAAAAAABO0/u9C4J-M3ClI/s72-c/DSCN1668.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-590419592585642792</id><published>2010-03-04T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:45:37.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>I've had several thoughts milling about for the last couple of weeks.  I can finally think straight so that might be why.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::thinking alot about my relationship with Eloise.  She is my first born and I'm often times hardest on her.  I'm sensitive to her and want to make sure that my impact on her is positive and encouraging.  So if she is still peeing the bed and it's annoying to change sheets, I have to remember that she wants this just as badly as I do.  No need for extra discouragement.  (BTW - I've tried everything.  literally everything.  next might bed a bed wetting alarm, but we'll wait until she is 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I've got sugar on the brain.  Everyone says it's bad for you.  I've heard it a trillion times.  But why, what does it really do to our bodies that makes it so horrible?  Addiction might be the first thing, but coffee does that too.  I know everything in moderation is good and I believe that sugar falls into that category.  I grew up with no sugar.  Very organic without my parents calling it that.  Farm raised beef, eggs, dried fruit, balanced meals, only home baked goods, etc.  We only got sugared cereal on special breaks (spring break, christmas break, etc).  I'm no less a sucker for sugar than the next person. So I'm not convinced that giving our kids the best food now will make them great eaters later. Not that I'm not going to give them good food, but I just don't think it seals the deal. (just my opinion, no negative comments here, I still see the value of good food, don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::in this thinking of food, it leads me to health.  Eloise is at the age where she really wants to get involved in an activity/sport.  I'm searching to see what might be a good start.  Dance doesn't seem to be her gig (more Lily's), she really wants to ice skate though.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::TV.  Love it/hate it.  I'm learning to use it wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Sam is almost 7 months and he is the cutest thing in the world to look it.  He's sitting up on his own but Eloise likes to come to the rescue and help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::With that 7 month mark comes my deep breath time.  At 8 month's old is when I finally start to take deep breaths.  We made it!  They are almost feeding themselves small pieces of food and showing signs of talking and uber cuteness.  An independence.  But still very much dependent.  I do not miss those baby days one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Even though those baby days will never come again.  I made the dreaded appointment for Dave.  He turns white every time I mention the 'V' word. It is what it is.  My family feels complete and it's good to start moving forward with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::thinking about signing up for a 5K, walking, of course.  Running makes me want to pass out just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I'm thinking about it b/c the endocrinologist I saw last week made a comment about my stretch marks when she was doing an exam of my abdomen.  They are apparent and that is being kind to myself.  She said, "Your husband needs to get you a tummy tuck".  Not gonna lie, felt like I was 15 again and someone made a comment about how much I've "grown".  Tummy tuck would be awesome b/c my stomach will never go back again, but it's life.  It's having babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-590419592585642792?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/590419592585642792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=590419592585642792&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/590419592585642792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/590419592585642792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-8566569437260538816</id><published>2010-03-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:26:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our dryer has been dying a slow death for quite some time now.  First it took 70 minutes to dry, then 80, then 150 minutes.  I do 4 people's laundry (Dave does his own, by his own choice, which I gladly support) and it was taking me ALLLLLLL day and some of the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big Craigslist person.  Six months ago, our dishwasher went out and I just happened to check out CL in the off chance that there might be something.  A woman was selling a stainless, almost brand new dishwasher b/c her husband was remodeling the kitchen.  So he was replacing the "old" one that she never used in the first place.  $100.  Sold.  New fabulous dishwasher.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought there might be a dryer out there on CL with my name on it.  I looked for a month.  People usually sell them as sets and we didn't need a washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling through, I found my moms&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=whirlpool+duet+sport&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=13231567336543594257&amp;amp;ei=jJ-MS4_hC4f0sgOPjemVAw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=product_catalog_result&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;resnum=6&amp;amp;ved=0CDgQ8gIwBQ#"&gt; washer and dryer&lt;/a&gt; on there for a 1/3 of what she paid.  I thought it was interesting and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom and told her and she said I should definitely go look at it.  No.  But maybe., ust maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home for church the next day, I ran to my computer, called the guy and he still had it.  We rushed up to Vancouver and it looked great.  I talked him down.  An amazing deal.  And he delivered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was installed, ready to go, and before I knew it Dave was shoving his laundry in.  He beat me!  I've never seen the guy move that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the load was started we all just stood around and stared.  It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4yg5xBO9bI/AAAAAAAABOM/YWTRsFJqrhw/s1600-h/DSCN1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4yg5xBO9bI/AAAAAAAABOM/YWTRsFJqrhw/s400/DSCN1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443902963855586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these things.  LOVE them.  Every time I walk out to my garage, I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-8566569437260538816?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/8566569437260538816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=8566569437260538816&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8566569437260538816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/8566569437260538816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-dryer-has-been-dying-slow-death-for.html' title=''/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4yg5xBO9bI/AAAAAAAABOM/YWTRsFJqrhw/s72-c/DSCN1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-1944376482690290873</id><published>2010-02-26T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:57:23.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts and links</title><content type='html'>::I get to wash my hair tomorrow, with shampoo.  Man, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I've been reading People magazine's my mom brought me last weekend.  My grandma gets them from my sister-in-law's mom.  Is it bad that I get super excited to read them?  I LOVE People magazine, especially the pictures.  I skip over all those TV, Movie, and book reviews. BORING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Had my thyroid appointment today.  They are testing to see if it was pregnancy induced or hereditary.  I'm hoping pregnancy, then I might not have to remove it.  They did use the word "goiter" in the appointment.  Thankfully, it's small.  But I couldn't help but crack up thinking of that Seinfeld episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Speaking of testing, I hate needles and blood tests don't work well with that.  Last week I asked the girl if she was good.  She said yes.  She stuck me twice.  Not good.  Today. Stuck twice.  Really not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Had 4 different doctor's appointments this week.  One for well check ups for Sam and Lily.  Lily is 31 lbs and 38 inches.  That's 3 inches shorter than Eloise at that age.  She is my shortest kid holding in the 99th percentile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::That well check up visit, took all 3 kids for the first time ever.  It was crazy but they did well.  Makes me want an &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch/"&gt;itouch&lt;/a&gt; to download some videos.  It's not beneath me to distract my children with TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::All my kids weighed the same at 2 mon. (12 lbs), 4 mon. (14 lbs), and 6 mon. (16 lbs).  Sam and Eloise are the same height pattern, over 100 percentile.  Eloise is predicted to be 5'11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Eloise being tall doesn't make it easy to find pants.  We're inbetween the toddler section and the big girls.  And I have to be honest, some of the big girl stuff looks a little sketchy for me.  I'm a conservative girl.  I want my little girl to look like a little girl for as long as possible.  Leggings and dresses it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I really miss Favorite Link Friday.  I might start it up again.  Maybe I'll start with this &lt;a href="http://onceamonthmom.com/"&gt;once a month&lt;/a&gt; cooking website I found.  very interesting. I may just surprise you all with a FLF.  Who knows???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-1944376482690290873?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/1944376482690290873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=1944376482690290873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1944376482690290873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/1944376482690290873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts-and-links.html' title='thoughts and links'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-5839295990866948885</id><published>2010-02-24T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:25:59.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing at myself</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day!  For those of you praying for me, thank you.  I feel it for sure.  It's 10 p.m. and I feel like I could go all night. Lots of joy, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may have been the humor I've had towards myself today.  It's the only thing keeping me from crawling out of my skin that hasn't been showered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, can't take a shower for 2 days.  Two days, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my biopsy yesterday morning and just after they were finished the nurse says, "So, you can't get your hair wet for 2 days". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What???&lt;/span&gt;  My heart begins to race.  Two days? I don't even wake up until I get a shower.  Let alone 2 days worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask, "Can I wash it after the 48 hours?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope.  Can't use shampoo or styling stuff for 72 hours".  Saturday?  Really?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a girl with curly hair, this just isn't going to cut it.  I have one hat and it makes my head itch.  not a good combo with 3 stitches in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with the aunt Jemima bandanna.  Super cute!  And I have to go see our pediatrician tomorrow.  He's not old and he's slightly attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a visual:  Aunt Jemima and her three squirmy kids at the cute pediatrician's office in the trendy part of town.  Lovely.  Time to swallow that pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-5839295990866948885?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/5839295990866948885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=5839295990866948885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5839295990866948885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/5839295990866948885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/02/laughing-at-myself.html' title='laughing at myself'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-3442300241090290199</id><published>2010-02-23T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:38:09.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three!</title><content type='html'>Our sweet Lily Grace is officially 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is the glue that holds our family together.  She is our smile and laughter.  Her squeezes are always tight and her kisses offered up freely.  She's a tough, girly-girl.  She loves princesses and the sandbox and her favorite toy is her trike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed watching her grow over&lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-lily-grace.html"&gt; these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2009/02/lily-turns-2.html"&gt;few&lt;/a&gt; short years and I look forward to many more years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated tonight with a trip to Burgerville for a strawberry milkshake.  Unfortunately she couldn't finish all of it b/c of her nasty cough.  Thankfully she's getting better and we follow-up on Thursday with a plan for her meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Lily Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-3442300241090290199?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/3442300241090290199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=3442300241090290199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3442300241090290199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/3442300241090290199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/02/three.html' title='three!'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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-1350388806581742644.post-4843723880520310978</id><published>2010-02-22T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:56:28.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...that whole complaining thing</title><content type='html'>Well....lots of dollars should be going in jars b/c of my &lt;a href="http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/02/complain-complain-complain.html"&gt;complaints&lt;/a&gt;.  Actually, I didn't even have time to make the jar before life got a little out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday the girls came down with colds.  Fevers quickly followed and Lily's asthma went into full swing.  Sam started to get sick and my mom quickly swooped in to lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I went to my appointment to try and figure out a plan for my thyroid.  The dr. was an internist and told me she really couldn't do much and that I needed to see and Endocrinologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home focusing on the fact that I needed to make an appointment right away with the Endo dr. and found out I wouldn't get in until next Friday.  I started to think about the week ahead and was instantly overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;Then it all hit, lack of sleep, kids sick, house duties, etc.  Add to this Eloise insisting on sleeping without a diaper despite the fact that she can't hold her pee at night, (think LOTS and LOTS of laundry).  Then thyroid symptoms hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom left yesterday and Sam was getting worse.  Dave came home from church and got a txt to go to the Blazer game.  I told him it was okay to go and I burst into tears.  Being the loving husband that he is, he didn't go.  This is a BIG sacrifice for him b/c he loves the blazers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Sam and Lily into the dr. after much agonizing (I hate taken my kids to the dr. for useless appointments).  Lily still doing okay (but on lots of steroid's so she's crazy) and Sam has RSV.  Lily had this when she was only 10 days old and it's doomed her ever since with asthma.  I'm hoping Sam doesn't follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to all this a biopsy I have tomorrow for a suspicious looking mole thing that grew on my scalp while I was pregnant with Sam.  I'm so nervous for the procedure (not really the results, I'm pretty sure it's going to be okay). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So complaining...yep, I'm trying people, really trying. But today, when I had a screaming toddler who I had to put in her room b/c I was afraid I might get really mad at her, it was really hard to keep a lid on it.  At one point I put the Sass juice in the middle of the table and thought that maybe I needed some. (I'll explain Sass Juice later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will add this, so much support from friends and my church family.  The coffee's brought to my house and the meals have been great.  You all are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1350388806581742644-4843723880520310978?l=eloise-lily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/feeds/4843723880520310978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1350388806581742644&amp;postID=4843723880520310978&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4843723880520310978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1350388806581742644/posts/default/4843723880520310978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eloise-lily.blogspot.com/2010/02/sothat-whole-complaining-thing.html' title='so...that whole complaining thing'/><author><name>kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07747886516568113106</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350388806581742644.post-7286323891486626021</id><published>2010-02-21T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:17:00.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's 3rd birthday</title><content type='html'>Lily's 3rd birthday is Tuesday.  But my mom came down this weekend to help out so we celebrated Saturday.  Poor thing had a 103 temp. and couldn't even enjoy her cake.  Sad.  But we managed to make the best of it and celebrate anyway with a princess party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GbcesQkPI/AAAAAAAABNc/ffq5JdeSbH8/s1600-h/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GbcesQkPI/AAAAAAAABNc/ffq5JdeSbH8/s400/DSCN1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440800738417610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GiYuPHPMI/AAAAAAAABN8/MSUMv58hM-I/s1600-h/DSCN1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GiYuPHPMI/AAAAAAAABN8/MSUMv58hM-I/s400/DSCN1639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440808370452249794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her dinner: mac and cheese, corn dogs, and fruit salad (strawberries, grapes, and blueberries) with pink juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and i went to Target to find some gifts the night before.  They have a new line called &lt;a href="http://justb-byou.com/"&gt;B&lt;/a&gt;.  SO CUTE!!!  They have a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Battat-BX1043-B-Pop-arty-Beads/dp/B002YIRKKY/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;node=1038620&amp;amp;keywords=B&amp;amp;field_browse=1038620&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Battat%20BX1043%20B%20Pop-arty%20Beads&amp;amp;field_availability=-2&amp;amp;refinementHistory=subjectbin%2Ctarget_com_age%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038620&amp;amp;field_launch-date=-1y&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;searchPage=2&amp;amp;field_keywords=B"&gt;bead set&lt;/a&gt;, called B. pop-arty, to make necklaces, rings, and bracelets -- without a string.  they all clip together, which is great b/c we are always losing strings around here. I would highly recommend this gift for any kid over 3.  My mom and I were having tons of fun with it.  I think my mom more than Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GiqYVevdI/AAAAAAAABOE/ThcS9Ei8lCA/s1600-h/DSCN1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4GiqYVevdI/AAAAAAAABOE/ThcS9Ei8lCA/s400/DSCN1631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440808673811021266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4Gh9Bh7BmI/AAAAAAAABNs/vMI6ZfPAhAE/s1600-h/DSCN1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4Gh9Bh7BmI/AAAAAAAABNs/vMI6ZfPAhAE/s400/DSCN1633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440807894595077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4Gh9iTf-1I/AAAAAAAABN0/-tNgFhGsirk/s1600-h/DSCN1636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5fm5G3DDJgQ/S4Gh9iTf-1I/AAAAAAAABN0/-tNgFhGsirk/s400/DSCN1636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440807903392955218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got her a&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Battat-BX1026-B-Toulouse-Lap-Trec/dp/B002YIK42K/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;node=1038620&amp;amp;keywords=B&amp;amp;field_browse=1038620&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Battat%20BX1026%20B%20Toulouse-Lap%20Trec&amp;amp;field_availability=-2&amp;amp;refinementHistory=subjectbin%2Ctarget_com_age%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038620&amp;amp;field_launch-date=-1y&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;field_keywords=B"&gt; doodle pad&lt;/a&gt; that she loves.  Good for practicing her letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Battat-BX1040-Bristle-Block-Spinaroos/dp/B002YIV1AE/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;node=1038620&amp;amp;keywords=B&amp;amp;field_browse=1038620&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Battat%20BX1040%20Bristle%20Block%20Spinaroos&amp;amp;field_availability=-2&amp;amp;refinementHistory=subjectbin%2Ctarget_com_age%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038620&amp;amp;field_launch-date=-1y&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;field_keywords=B"&gt;bristle block set&lt;/a&gt;.  They like building houses for their Polly Pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Battat-BX1012-Fish-Splish-Boat/dp/B002YITFB6/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;node=1038620&amp;amp;keywords=B&amp;amp;field_browse=1038620&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;id=Battat%20BX1012%20Fish%20Splish%20Boat&amp;amp;field_availability=-2&amp;amp;refinementHistory=subjectbin%2Ctarget_com_age%2Ctarget_com_gender-bin%2Ctarget_com_character-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038620&amp;amp;field_launch-date=-1y&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;field_keywords=B"&gt;And this &lt;/a&gt;is so cute for Sam for his first birthday. I want to get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to all this a scooter, princess soap and vitamins.  We decided to do the princess theme up big.  She loves it and when she's 12 princesses will be lame, so if the girl wants pretty girls in big dresses around then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid.  She is so sick right now.  Lots of asthma, non-stop coughing, and a fever.  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