<?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-770626500741738576</id><updated>2011-10-12T18:40:58.398-06:00</updated><category term='gymnastics'/><category term='Little Man'/><category term='7 Quick Takes'/><category term='Learned this week'/><category term='Punkin'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='daybook'/><category term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Learning to Weave</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog about the adventures, shenanigans and musings of our family while we learn to trust God's weaving in our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6460790112675655298</id><published>2010-09-21T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:49:30.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Tooth Fairy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TJlt6ClQxCI/AAAAAAAABVE/Az9dqbcFhwU/s1600/Tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TJlt6ClQxCI/AAAAAAAABVE/Az9dqbcFhwU/s320/Tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519563662212252706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Man lost his first tooth!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he smiles naturally, his top teeth cover his bottom teeth and you can't tell that one is missing.    Sorry the picture is so horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy has not come yet because Friday is his turn for show and tell, and he wants to take his tooth.   I can't decide if that is creepy or sweet.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6460790112675655298?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6460790112675655298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6460790112675655298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6460790112675655298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6460790112675655298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/waiting-for-tooth-fairy.html' title='Waiting for the Tooth Fairy!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TJlt6ClQxCI/AAAAAAAABVE/Az9dqbcFhwU/s72-c/Tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1661828752253436840</id><published>2010-09-13T10:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T10:49:39.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt; after she should have been asleep last night, Punkin brought me a poem she had been working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom is so great&lt;br /&gt;I'll bake her a cake&lt;br /&gt;She does all the chores&lt;br /&gt;So I can play outdoors&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom&lt;br /&gt;so I wrote you this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Punkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww..  *smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1661828752253436840?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1661828752253436840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1661828752253436840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1661828752253436840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1661828752253436840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/late-night-poems.html' title='Late night poems'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7603114074935335350</id><published>2010-09-10T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:22:58.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our summer of biking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the joys of living in Colorado!!  Mountain biking!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFlYnhRtI/AAAAAAAABUU/a9shQBLy7SU/s1600/bothbikegear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFlYnhRtI/AAAAAAAABUU/a9shQBLy7SU/s320/bothbikegear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514382408559970002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFlrB_xII/AAAAAAAABUc/YPjbJf-sh84/s1600/BikesVan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFlrB_xII/AAAAAAAABUc/YPjbJf-sh84/s320/BikesVan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514382413502858370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFmGzKCMI/AAAAAAAABUk/vnNreed1a7g/s1600/LMBikeClose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFmGzKCMI/AAAAAAAABUk/vnNreed1a7g/s320/LMBikeClose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514382420956809410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFvWzxe0I/AAAAAAAABU0/tmTWQ2WYm6U/s1600/LMLoneBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFvWzxe0I/AAAAAAAABU0/tmTWQ2WYm6U/s320/LMLoneBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514382579873184578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7603114074935335350?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7603114074935335350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7603114074935335350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7603114074935335350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7603114074935335350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-summer-of-biking.html' title='Our summer of biking!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcFlYnhRtI/AAAAAAAABUU/a9shQBLy7SU/s72-c/bothbikegear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5010203119628801031</id><published>2010-09-08T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:00:07.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest little fan!</title><content type='html'>One of the best parts of doing the triathlon was Punkin's support.    She was my biggest fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went with me to the event the day before where we picked up our packets and got marked with our numbers for the race.   If you look very closely on her leg, you can see the black marker on her leg where the volunteers put my numbers on her leg and arm too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she asked me to help her paint her fingernails &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcBp1oqpqI/AAAAAAAABUM/CmnkubJ9uZA/s1600/GoMom%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcBp1oqpqI/AAAAAAAABUM/CmnkubJ9uZA/s320/GoMom%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514378087022372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G-O   M-O-M-M-Y    G-O-! &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/770626500741738576-5010203119628801031?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5010203119628801031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5010203119628801031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5010203119628801031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5010203119628801031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-biggest-little-fan.html' title='My biggest little fan!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIcBp1oqpqI/AAAAAAAABUM/CmnkubJ9uZA/s72-c/GoMom%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-992973262660897051</id><published>2010-09-07T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T05:00:09.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Tri For the Cure</title><content type='html'>So, the craziest thing I did this summer was join almost 3,000 other women at &lt;a href="http://www.triforthecure-denver.com/"&gt;Tri For the Cure&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the transition area for Waves 1-5.  I was in Wave 12, so there were at least 2 other sections that looked exactly like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiCis_HdI/AAAAAAAABUE/rEFFeF9lG4E/s1600/2010TriTransitionArea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiCis_HdI/AAAAAAAABUE/rEFFeF9lG4E/s320/2010TriTransitionArea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512865583437127122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The swim area was beautiful, especially early in the morning before the race started.  The swim portion was 1/2 of a mile.  There were 5 of those big triangle buoys and we swam 3 sides of a rectangle around them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiB1MxArI/AAAAAAAABT8/l0iKyd8J-ZA/s1600/2010TriSwimArea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiB1MxArI/AAAAAAAABT8/l0iKyd8J-ZA/s320/2010TriSwimArea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512865571222389426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bike portion was 11.2 miles.   Here I am crossing the bike finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiAsu65iI/AAAAAAAABTs/d05PA5tvLbM/s1600/2010TriBikeFinish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiAsu65iI/AAAAAAAABTs/d05PA5tvLbM/s320/2010TriBikeFinish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512865551769855522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The run portion was a 5K.  I struggle with the run portion so I was very glad to finish!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiBo5DJKI/AAAAAAAABT0/GmAxFdU9zlA/s1600/2010TriFinish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiBo5DJKI/AAAAAAAABT0/GmAxFdU9zlA/s320/2010TriFinish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512865567918466210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a medal for finishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiAPCQYGI/AAAAAAAABTk/fBy9slZuXWU/s1600/Triathlon-medal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiAPCQYGI/AAAAAAAABTk/fBy9slZuXWU/s320/Triathlon-medal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512865543797891170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my time.  My official goal was 3 hours and I was really hoping to finish in 2 1/2.  I ended up finishing in 1 hour, 55 minutes. I was very proud of myself, and amazed at the difference adrenaline and not liking being passed made!  I finished the swim and bike faster than I ever dreamed, and did the fastest time possible for me on the run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a high to finish and finish well.    If you have ever thought about doing one, I say go for it!  It was worth the effort.  Even if I did gain 6 pounds while training - which was totally not fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next fitness goal is to run a 5K without stopping in under 35 minutes before the end of the year.  Hold me to it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-992973262660897051?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/992973262660897051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=992973262660897051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/992973262660897051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/992973262660897051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010-tri-for-cure.html' title='2010 Tri For the Cure'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/TIGiCis_HdI/AAAAAAAABUE/rEFFeF9lG4E/s72-c/2010TriTransitionArea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3680353382721156930</id><published>2010-09-05T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:00:04.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or, alternatively titled, Reason Number 1056 that I'm glad I married my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #1056:   He remembers to take pictures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This, on the other hand, is the ONLY picture I thought to take during Little Man's first soccer game of the season.  Little Man is on the left in case you didn't recognize him without the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THyBOIkxcSI/AAAAAAAABTc/Q9jVDzrX4ds/s1600/1stSoccerLM.jpg"&gt; green mohawk.&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THyBOIkxcSI/AAAAAAAABTc/Q9jVDzrX4ds/s320/1stSoccerLM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511422123814514978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go, Red Rockets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3680353382721156930?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3680353382721156930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3680353382721156930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3680353382721156930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3680353382721156930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-soccer-season.html' title='New Soccer Season'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THyBOIkxcSI/AAAAAAAABTc/Q9jVDzrX4ds/s72-c/1stSoccerLM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6089421529909462163</id><published>2010-09-03T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T05:00:03.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures kinda says it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin all dressed up in her uniform&lt;br /&gt;with a nervous smile of anticipation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_u_bLrSI/AAAAAAAABTM/snjwdCBhb3M/s1600/1stDayPunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_u_bLrSI/AAAAAAAABTM/snjwdCBhb3M/s320/1stDayPunkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511420489270799650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Man during afternoon car pool:  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_u_bLrSI/AAAAAAAABTM/snjwdCBhb3M/s1600/1stDayPunkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_vLwSgJI/AAAAAAAABTU/Rpeo00nrLo8/s1600/1stDayCarpoolLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_vLwSgJI/AAAAAAAABTU/Rpeo00nrLo8/s320/1stDayCarpoolLM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511420492580552850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/770626500741738576-6089421529909462163?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6089421529909462163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6089421529909462163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6089421529909462163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6089421529909462163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx_u_bLrSI/AAAAAAAABTM/snjwdCBhb3M/s72-c/1stDayPunkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5303803915763940088</id><published>2010-09-01T05:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T05:00:07.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR, How to age 2 years (in a good way) in 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx9ukuHyTI/AAAAAAAABTE/Q_vxp-JixGs/s1600/PunkinHairCut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx9ukuHyTI/AAAAAAAABTE/Q_vxp-JixGs/s320/PunkinHairCut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511418283079223602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx9uac24pI/AAAAAAAABS8/scKRE3vL920/s1600/PunkinHairAfter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx9uac24pI/AAAAAAAABS8/scKRE3vL920/s320/PunkinHairAfter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511418280322458258" 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/770626500741738576-5303803915763940088?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5303803915763940088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5303803915763940088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5303803915763940088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5303803915763940088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx9ukuHyTI/AAAAAAAABTE/Q_vxp-JixGs/s72-c/PunkinHairCut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-380745982831662066</id><published>2010-08-30T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:52:38.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>Hi!  Remember me?  Wondering if I still remember how to blog?  Me, too!  Let's find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  had a great summer filled with days of sunshine, a camping trip, lots  of trips to the pool, more weeding than usual in Colorado due to more  rain than usual, and getting ready for Punkin's first day at "regular"  school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before school started we went to one of those  cheesy family fun places and had a great day.  We actually planned to go  for Little Man's fourth birthday and it was rained out.  We've been  promising that "someday" we would go, and someday finally arrived.  Two  and a half years later, but who's counting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheesy  family fun place is all about race cars. For some reason this trip  required a mohawk.  A green mohawk.  Seems it was inspired by a monster truck driver.  I figured a cheesy family fun place that is all about race cars was a much  better place to go sporting a green mohawk than say  .... church, so  Dad painted up the mohawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx6Nw7NR7I/AAAAAAAABSs/5b_ra5w7eUw/s1600/BD_LMMohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx6Nw7NR7I/AAAAAAAABSs/5b_ra5w7eUw/s320/BD_LMMohawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414420884768690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;The racecars were as fun as he dreamed they would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx52BqCwfI/AAAAAAAABSU/-A8E7OWH3ik/s1600/BD_LMCar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx52BqCwfI/AAAAAAAABSU/-A8E7OWH3ik/s320/BD_LMCar2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414013059318258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx51k51aeI/AAAAAAAABSM/5-oPe9pSH-U/s1600/BD_LMCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx51k51aeI/AAAAAAAABSM/5-oPe9pSH-U/s320/BD_LMCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414005340924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And girl child had a great time too.  Love this face of pure joy.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx5229EewI/AAAAAAAABSc/X93ygAAIchA/s1600/BD_PCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx5229EewI/AAAAAAAABSc/X93ygAAIchA/s320/BD_PCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414027366202114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cooling off by squirting each other with water was big fun too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx53DUpiFI/AAAAAAAABSk/COzMuFfSGpQ/s1600/BDWater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx53DUpiFI/AAAAAAAABSk/COzMuFfSGpQ/s320/BDWater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414030686324818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx51NUlOdI/AAAAAAAABSE/YgzFiRvxGs0/s1600/BD_PCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The carefree days of childhood summers.     The. best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-380745982831662066?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/380745982831662066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=380745982831662066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/380745982831662066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/380745982831662066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-days-of-summer.html' title='The Last Days of Summer'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/THx6Nw7NR7I/AAAAAAAABSs/5b_ra5w7eUw/s72-c/BD_LMMohawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9173602082126526538</id><published>2010-05-18T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:34:02.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell Like a Salmon</title><content type='html'>Punkin's favorite topic is the human body, so we have almost completely abandoned our curriculum and instead are finishing the school year doing some fun activities about the body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's focus was the sense of smell and taste.  We played a little game  called "Smell like a Salmon". (The idea is from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Head-Toe-Science-Spine-Tingling-Heart-Pounding/dp/0471332038/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1274239851&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; lest you think  I'm this creative.)    We put vanilla and garlic on cottonballs and then the kids closed their eyes and followed the trail of vanilla or garlic cotton balls.  It was  quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had video.  Can you imagine the kids crawling around our family room,  eyes closed, sniffing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is sure gonna be different!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-9173602082126526538?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9173602082126526538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9173602082126526538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9173602082126526538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9173602082126526538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/05/smell-like-salmon.html' title='Smell Like a Salmon'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3759531563055372316</id><published>2010-03-16T10:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:10:10.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>14 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5-s8QEg9HI/AAAAAAAABR8/EVnOJH85cy8/s1600-h/WeddingPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5-s8QEg9HI/AAAAAAAABR8/EVnOJH85cy8/s320/WeddingPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264225247622258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the morning, 14 years ago, I was hanging out with my best friend from high school, getting a massage and a manicure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3759531563055372316?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3759531563055372316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3759531563055372316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3759531563055372316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3759531563055372316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/03/14-years.html' title='14 years!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5-s8QEg9HI/AAAAAAAABR8/EVnOJH85cy8/s72-c/WeddingPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-8247280072684281692</id><published>2010-03-09T15:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:53:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5bOdJ23qII/AAAAAAAABRs/Au_C2Fc4NG0/s200/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446767799608780930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it is bright and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...  about a client last minute issues, and his return is due March 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... older children who can somewhat entertain themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...  we are learning the names of the 50 states.  Wish I knew about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUFeVKeKRQc"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; when I was young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... a quick &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/sandra-lee/pan-fried-tilapia-recipe/index.html"&gt;tilipia recipe&lt;/a&gt; tonight!  With cous cous and frozen veggies, it's a true 15 minute meal.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... grey pants and a white shirt.  (I'm still in my pjs at 3:45 in the afternoon - sheesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... a plan for my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to gymnastics (always a safe bet) and a children's ministry meeting tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... Just finished Sense &amp;amp; Sensibility.  Really enjoyed it!  I was struck by a change in admirable character traits represented in the book.  Hope to write a blog post about that soon - it's been thought-provoking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... Punkin does well on her testing the end of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... the 50 states song.  The kids heard it while I was finding the link for the above item, and are now listening to it on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... is not too bad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... is homeschooling.  I'm going to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: beginning planning the kid's birthday parties, last minute client emergencies for the S-corps that have returns due on March 15th, work, school, 2 birthday parties to attend on Saturday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more daybooks, check out the &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simple Woman's Daybook site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-8247280072684281692?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8247280072684281692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=8247280072684281692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8247280072684281692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8247280072684281692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-womans-daybook_09.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5bOdJ23qII/AAAAAAAABRs/Au_C2Fc4NG0/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9021556834543660374</id><published>2010-03-08T08:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:44:38.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Olympic Lapbook</title><content type='html'>We really enjoyed the &lt;a href="http://www.vancouver2010.com/?olympics"&gt;Winter Olympics&lt;/a&gt; this year.  Our favorite events were on too late for the kids to stay up, but we watched a lot &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;.  Punkin's favorite was the figure skating, and she also really cheered for Lindsay Vonn who is from Colorado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a lapbook using this &lt;a href="http://www.currclick.com/product_info.php?products_id=33616&amp;amp;it=1?affiliate_id=934"&gt;ebook&lt;/a&gt; from A Journey Through Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cover:&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/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXx4AsckI/AAAAAAAABRE/Cf-ytC9H-9Q/s1600-h/OlmpCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXx4AsckI/AAAAAAAABRE/Cf-ytC9H-9Q/s320/OlmpCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285469990810178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXyYgdINI/AAAAAAAABRM/KUveFMnwi8k/s1600-h/OlmpAll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXyYgdINI/AAAAAAAABRM/KUveFMnwi8k/s320/OlmpAll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285478713958610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folder 1 is about the history of the Greeks and the Olympics:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXypYPn6I/AAAAAAAABRU/0P-SISauXzc/s1600-h/OlmpFold1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXypYPn6I/AAAAAAAABRU/0P-SISauXzc/s320/OlmpFold1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285483242921890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folder 2 is about the traditions &amp;amp; symbols of the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;(There is a map under the Torch Relay of tracing the route.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXy7h7wFI/AAAAAAAABRc/emERNafF3S4/s1600-h/olmpFold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXy7h7wFI/AAAAAAAABRc/emERNafF3S4/s320/olmpFold2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285488115400786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Folder 3 is where we tracked all the events and who won the gold medals.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXzTsEJwI/AAAAAAAABRk/0jDsVt8VPyw/s1600-h/OlmpFold3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXzTsEJwI/AAAAAAAABRk/0jDsVt8VPyw/s320/OlmpFold3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285494600345346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad we did this project.  Punkin learned a lot and we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-9021556834543660374?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9021556834543660374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9021556834543660374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9021556834543660374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9021556834543660374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/03/olympic-lapbook.html' title='Olympic Lapbook'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S5UXx4AsckI/AAAAAAAABRE/Cf-ytC9H-9Q/s72-c/OlmpCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-703168648796116324</id><published>2010-03-02T06:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T06:00:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4s8cQGJTsI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nfE-Ym2DIAU/s1600-h/SLFam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4s8cQGJTsI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nfE-Ym2DIAU/s320/SLFam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443511030662123202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've written before about my favorite community event. It's in November, but I'm behind! Here is a family shot of us in our town square. (Little Man has glow in the dark teeth in his mouth.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-703168648796116324?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/703168648796116324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=703168648796116324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/703168648796116324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/703168648796116324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-picture.html' title='Family Picture'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4s8cQGJTsI/AAAAAAAABQ8/nfE-Ym2DIAU/s72-c/SLFam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2544940027279249573</id><published>2010-03-01T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T06:00:03.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4rbmeGE1iI/AAAAAAAABQs/roduYkLGLkg/s200/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443404553590724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;(written Sunday afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... it is bright and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...  about my daughter's friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for... Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...  we are finishing our Olympic lapbook and starting a new unit about space this week.&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I have a great Williams Sonoma cookbook from the library!  Can't wait to try out a few more recipes!&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing... jeans, a black and white top, long black sweater, no shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... I finished (finally!) making an Alpaca fleece purse for Punkin.&lt;br /&gt;I am going... to Awana with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... gardening books.  Also "Lost, Late &amp;amp; Unprepared."&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... a nap is in the schedule today.&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing... children playing.&lt;br /&gt;Around the house... is still messy, but cleaner than yesterday morning!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things... is being caught up on the laundry!&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:  work &amp;amp; school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more daybooks, check out &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2544940027279249573?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2544940027279249573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2544940027279249573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2544940027279249573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2544940027279249573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4rbmeGE1iI/AAAAAAAABQs/roduYkLGLkg/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5815311648159990241</id><published>2010-02-28T13:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:07:56.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punkin'/><title type='text'>Punkin's French Toast</title><content type='html'>Punkin has been very interested in learning to cook recently.  I have a Betty Crocker cookbook that I cooked from when I was young (best snickerdoodle recipe ever!).  An updated &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0696220008/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_sr_2?pf_rd_p=486539851&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-1&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=0696207087&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1X2H5CBBPBS4SG8WAKMW"&gt;version of the cookbook&lt;/a&gt; is still published, so we got that from the library for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the yummy french toast she made completely by herself.  All I did was supervise the stove top use a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4rVZ2NVd1I/AAAAAAAABQc/QRF4DmMLYGs/s1600-h/PCooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4rVZ2NVd1I/AAAAAAAABQc/QRF4DmMLYGs/s320/PCooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443397739655558994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite kids cookbook or recipe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5815311648159990241?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5815311648159990241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5815311648159990241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5815311648159990241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5815311648159990241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/punkins-french-toast.html' title='Punkin&apos;s French Toast'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4rVZ2NVd1I/AAAAAAAABQc/QRF4DmMLYGs/s72-c/PCooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5209675712578393871</id><published>2010-02-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:08:06.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><title type='text'>Getting Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4km3eM7hkI/AAAAAAAABQU/zGvL-PP2uGg/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4km3eM7hkI/AAAAAAAABQU/zGvL-PP2uGg/s320/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442924359095912002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost ready to leave for Friday school.  Little Man counts down the days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5209675712578393871?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5209675712578393871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5209675712578393871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5209675712578393871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5209675712578393871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/getting-big.html' title='Getting Big'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4km3eM7hkI/AAAAAAAABQU/zGvL-PP2uGg/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1310577471374686117</id><published>2010-02-23T07:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:25:54.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Tiny Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4PlCBbkwhI/AAAAAAAABQM/pYl-9YJYUKU/s1600-h/LMwForkL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4PlCBbkwhI/AAAAAAAABQM/pYl-9YJYUKU/s200/LMwForkL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441444597700280850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Man bought a Hot Wheels forklift yesterday.  He was SO excited when he opened it in the car and the forklift part actually moved up and down.  He yelled, he showed his sister, he showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran a couple of other errands, and on the way back to our house I hear him in the back seat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad this moves up and down.  I thought it did, but I wasn't sure.  If it wouldn't have moved, my heart would have just been broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *little laugh,&lt;/span&gt;  my heart is still fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more funny things kids say, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiny-talk-tuesday_22.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1310577471374686117?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1310577471374686117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1310577471374686117' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1310577471374686117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1310577471374686117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiny-tales_23.html' title='Tiny Talk'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S4PlCBbkwhI/AAAAAAAABQM/pYl-9YJYUKU/s72-c/LMwForkL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5370188579724561319</id><published>2010-02-16T07:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T07:44:49.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daybook'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S3qsgyW5fZI/AAAAAAAABQE/iKbD3gDRRYY/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S3qsgyW5fZI/AAAAAAAABQE/iKbD3gDRRYY/s200/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438849179276901778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://penlesswriter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Penless Writer&lt;/a&gt;'s site and thought it would be a fun post today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... I see patches of snow and the early morning sun just coming over the rooftops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...  that I overslept, I'm not ready for school today, and I probably should not be writing a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...  my Little Man who still loves to snuggle in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms... we are studying Ancient Greece and the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I need to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...  my pjs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...  a blog post.  That's the extent of it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... on lots of errands today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading... "The Time Traveler's Wife. " I actually just finished it, but it is worth mentioning.  I don't read a ton, but easily my favorite book I've read in the last year.  Next is a book I saw recommended on a blog called "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping... that I get everything on my list done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...  the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...  is messy.  Maybe tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...  is the peaceful and quiet feeling of the house in the mornings when only one or two of us are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week:  I have no big plans.  School &amp;amp; work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Simple Woman's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;if you would like to read more day posts or join in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5370188579724561319?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5370188579724561319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5370188579724561319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5370188579724561319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5370188579724561319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-womans-daybook.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/S3qsgyW5fZI/AAAAAAAABQE/iKbD3gDRRYY/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9140075569330982384</id><published>2010-02-09T08:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:09:12.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Tiny Tales</title><content type='html'>Punkin did something yesterday (I've already forgotten what) that scared Little Man and made him jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  I scared you half to death!&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  Nuh-uh.  A third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad:  How old is mommy now?&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  23&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad:  Nope, 37.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  Oh.  Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more funny things kids say, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiny-talk-tuesday_08.html"&gt;Not Before 7.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-9140075569330982384?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9140075569330982384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9140075569330982384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9140075569330982384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9140075569330982384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiny-tales.html' title='Tiny Tales'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4741825276891034304</id><published>2010-02-06T09:56:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:08:19.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Big changes ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've been formally homeschooling for almost 5 years now. Preschool, K, Grades 1-3. I can't believe it. In some ways it feels like I've been doing it for all of my life, and in some ways it feels like just a few weeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've read every homeschooling book at my library – and it's a good library so there are a lot of them! I've learned a lot. But there is one thing the books do not tell you how to do – stop homeschooling. How do you quit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Punkin has been accepted at an amazing local charter school. She will start 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade in the fall. We obviously chose to pursue this path; and we have some valid reasons for thinking this may be the best path for her and our family. However, I have to admit that I didn't really think she would get a spot. There was a less than 1 percent chance, and admittance is determined by a lottery system, so the new students are determined purely by chance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm scared. I'm scared about the things she will learn the hard way. I'm scared the teachers won't like her. I'm scared the other kids won't like her. I'm scared she won't like the other kids. I'm scared that she will be asked to be someone other than the free-spirited, creative girl that she is. I'm scared that what I have taught her will not be enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My dad was teasing me a little about going through the kindergarten mom anxiety with a 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grader. And I definitely am. But, it is not just letting her go for the day. It's also letting go of complete responsibility of her education. Honestly, I'm having a hard time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, the chance was so slim and I prayed so much, I do believe that God opened this door for her. It is the right one for all of us. As scared as I am, I'm also super excited for her. I'm excited about the things she will learn. I'm excited that she has the opportunity to continue her education in a great place. I'm excited about the new friends she will make. I'm excited to see how she will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And, maybe, I'll have more time to blog. *wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-4741825276891034304?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4741825276891034304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4741825276891034304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4741825276891034304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4741825276891034304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-changes-ahead.html' title='Big changes ahead'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4719144643851470186</id><published>2010-01-01T09:02:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:30:06.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4isG8o5qI/AAAAAAAABP4/mK2FFGQQu10/s1600-h/New-Years-Carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4isG8o5qI/AAAAAAAABP4/mK2FFGQQu10/s200/New-Years-Carnival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421809142575195810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've done this the last couple of years, and I really like it.  It's nice to review the year, and again, I'm amazed how many highlights this hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:  &lt;em&gt;Post the first sentence of your first blog post of each month.  You can also add a favorite picture from each month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, &lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/"&gt;Musings of A Housewife&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a carnival, so I've linked up to her as well.  &lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/2009/12/2009-recap.html"&gt;Check it out!  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/punkins-piano-recital.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punkin playing Ode to Joy with her teacher (at her piano recital.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4g7AVTv6I/AAAAAAAABPo/qStJ0dU-Hgs/s1600-h/Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4g7AVTv6I/AAAAAAAABPo/qStJ0dU-Hgs/s320/Cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421807199474401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the cousins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas.html"&gt;Highlights from our 2008 Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; (just a little late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4ghLs8gBI/AAAAAAAABPg/aZQMd4KNcNU/s1600-h/face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4ghLs8gBI/AAAAAAAABPg/aZQMd4KNcNU/s320/face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421806755849732114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Man still draws these faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-dad.html"&gt;Waiting for Dad..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4gIPJ1KrI/AAAAAAAABPY/_AY4oliJt4s/s1600-h/dressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4gIPJ1KrI/AAAAAAAABPY/_AY4oliJt4s/s320/dressup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421806327279463090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-quick-takes.html"&gt;Tax Day is over.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4f1aEzpLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/JcmacLrMnaM/s1600-h/Snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4f1aEzpLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/JcmacLrMnaM/s320/Snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421806003793667250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-mans-eyes.html"&gt;Hi Everyone! This is Little Man. I've been taking lots of pictures with Mom's camera lately, and we thought it would be fun to show you around how I see the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4fYOAhHbI/AAAAAAAABPI/3R-qMY5yJQ0/s1600-h/LMEyes_Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4fYOAhHbI/AAAAAAAABPI/3R-qMY5yJQ0/s320/LMEyes_Candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805502338244018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-quick-takes.html"&gt;Almost done with homeschool for the year!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4fBWL0bjI/AAAAAAAABPA/KH5KPwmEvUk/s1600-h/FDFam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4fBWL0bjI/AAAAAAAABPA/KH5KPwmEvUk/s320/FDFam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805109396139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-quick-takes.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My in-laws are visiting now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4elc-1xAI/AAAAAAAABO4/sznMe8TwlcQ/s1600-h/KidsEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4elc-1xAI/AAAAAAAABO4/sznMe8TwlcQ/s320/KidsEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804630184412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-its-really-late.html"&gt;It's late. There is already no way that I'm getting up for my morning workout, so I might as well stay up a little later and blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-its-really-late.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4eI5CY-7I/AAAAAAAABOw/0fqhMuAwTzY/s1600-h/LMcars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4eI5CY-7I/AAAAAAAABOw/0fqhMuAwTzY/s320/LMcars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421804139499289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no posts!  The horror!  *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-thing.html"&gt;Here's the thing about vacation - it's incredibly hard to come home.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-this-picture.html"&gt;I'm going through our pictures for the year to make a photo album for my Grandma (shh!).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4dg67ONTI/AAAAAAAABOo/QtCLE68xp3M/s1600-h/VGym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4dg67ONTI/AAAAAAAABOo/QtCLE68xp3M/s320/VGym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803452811326770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-christmas-tree.html"&gt;Because of the constant begging, anyone at our house would believe that we are LATE, Itellyou LATE getting the tree up, when, in fact, it is barely December.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4dIxtdWLI/AAAAAAAABOg/Xvx_2T348n8/s1600-h/Mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4dIxtdWLI/AAAAAAAABOg/Xvx_2T348n8/s320/Mohawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421803038020819122" 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Recap'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sz4isG8o5qI/AAAAAAAABP4/mK2FFGQQu10/s72-c/New-Years-Carnival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6591719305246122355</id><published>2009-12-24T10:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:06:14.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c17e1b319fd7c2b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6591719305246122355' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6591719305246122355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6591719305246122355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009_24.html' title='2009'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3907168897040702985</id><published>2009-12-23T07:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:09:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Stockings</title><content type='html'>I've tried various Advent ideas with the kids since they were tiny.  Typically, I have overestimated their attention span, or the amount of time I have to organize and execute things.  For example, one year I thought we would do a craft every day.  One year, a Christmas book a night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ...  yeah.  Great ideas!, but not realistic for a homeschooling mom with a business where December and January are the busiest months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally found an advent activity that works for us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the advent countdown list at Danielle's Place a few years ago.  (The link is &lt;a href="http://daniellesplace.com/html/christmas_page2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the advent countdown is toward the bottom of the page.)  I thought it was fantastic - it has an object idea for each day.  The objects are mostly simple things - a quarter, a little bag of goldfish, heart sticker, part of a map, etc..    Then, there is a bible passage about Jesus that relates to the object.   The passages are short enough that Punkin can read them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw little stockings at the craft store last year and thought they would be perfect for the objects from the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how they turned out:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIwTf3zWcI/AAAAAAAABOY/4VBhVWLq0U8/s1600-h/AdventStockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIwTf3zWcI/AAAAAAAABOY/4VBhVWLq0U8/s320/AdventStockings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418446413211326914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?  There is one stocking for each day in December and the kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to take them down and see what is inside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an advent idea that works for your family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3907168897040702985?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3907168897040702985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3907168897040702985' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3907168897040702985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3907168897040702985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent-stockings.html' title='Advent Stockings'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIwTf3zWcI/AAAAAAAABOY/4VBhVWLq0U8/s72-c/AdventStockings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7572099783194331300</id><published>2009-12-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T07:45:04.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>If the snow doesn't prevent it, we are going to look at Christmas lights tonight.  I love seeing how everyone decorates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think WeaverDad does a fantastic job with our outside lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see Santa in the helicopter?  Since WeaverDad likes to fly remote control helicopters, we thought this decoration was particularly appropriate for us!  The blades spin and Santa has a big bag of toys in the back.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIs0WRanRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/KLbtWtbGsh0/s1600-h/ChristmasLights2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIs0WRanRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/KLbtWtbGsh0/s320/ChristmasLights2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418442579523575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIsz4_ulkI/AAAAAAAABOI/JarXCa6G7v0/s1600-h/ChristmasLights1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIsz4_ulkI/AAAAAAAABOI/JarXCa6G7v0/s320/ChristmasLights1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418442571664758338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7572099783194331300?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7572099783194331300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7572099783194331300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7572099783194331300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7572099783194331300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SzIs0WRanRI/AAAAAAAABOQ/KLbtWtbGsh0/s72-c/ChristmasLights2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5061685341568268597</id><published>2009-12-19T19:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:38:45.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd think by now...</title><content type='html'>You'd think by now I would understand boys at least a little.  As my Little Man gets older, I realize I understand them even less than I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he sure is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sure loves his new mohawk:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sy2NsBi14HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cW6bXlkpC5I/s1600-h/Mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sy2NsBi14HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cW6bXlkpC5I/s320/Mohawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417141714264907890" 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/770626500741738576-5061685341568268597?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5061685341568268597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5061685341568268597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5061685341568268597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5061685341568268597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/youd-think-by-now.html' title='You&apos;d think by now...'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sy2NsBi14HI/AAAAAAAABNw/cW6bXlkpC5I/s72-c/Mohawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7460309444468884546</id><published>2009-12-02T20:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:07:48.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>Because of the constant begging, anyone at our house would believe that we are LATE, Itellyou LATE getting the tree up, when, in fact, it is barely December.  However, today, we did get our tree up, lights on, and ornaments on -  all in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc411OnNAI/AAAAAAAABNM/elCV4Ud-VP0/s1600-h/Tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc411OnNAI/AAAAAAAABNM/elCV4Ud-VP0/s320/Tree1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855974781531138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc42Y32yDI/AAAAAAAABNU/bH6fokyJAmg/s1600-h/Tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc42Y32yDI/AAAAAAAABNU/bH6fokyJAmg/s320/Tree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855984349759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ornaments:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc42bb4vbI/AAAAAAAABNc/IAx9CQqjGLc/s1600-h/Tree3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc42bb4vbI/AAAAAAAABNc/IAx9CQqjGLc/s320/Tree3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410855985037753778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!!    I was totally amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even MORE amazing, there was not one squabble while putting the ornaments up.  I unpacked the box and the kids hung them on the tree.  Little Man was quite disappointed when we finished.  "Aren't there any more to hang up Mommy?"  Quite honestly, it was idyllic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided 8 and 5 might be the perfect ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7460309444468884546?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7460309444468884546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7460309444468884546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7460309444468884546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7460309444468884546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sxc411OnNAI/AAAAAAAABNM/elCV4Ud-VP0/s72-c/Tree1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9120273697293449303</id><published>2009-11-29T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:15:26.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But, Mommmm!</title><content type='html'>When I find myself getting annoyed with my kiddos, I try to remember how much I will miss "this" (whatever that may be at the moment) when they are grown and out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I seriously think I could go the entire rest of my life without hearing "But, Moommmm" ever again, and not miss it.  Not even a tiny little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-9120273697293449303?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9120273697293449303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9120273697293449303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9120273697293449303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9120273697293449303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-mommmm.html' title='But, Mommmm!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3728369463430807331</id><published>2009-11-28T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T13:55:57.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this picture!</title><content type='html'>I'm going through our pictures for the year to make a photo album for my Grandma (shh!).  I found one I had not seen and I love it and had to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my Punkin at the state meet this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SxGOOOKFfjI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZcRq9Zk9O4U/s1600/VGym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SxGOOOKFfjI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZcRq9Zk9O4U/s320/VGym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409261002418388530" 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/770626500741738576-3728369463430807331?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3728369463430807331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3728369463430807331' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3728369463430807331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3728369463430807331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-this-picture.html' title='Love this picture!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SxGOOOKFfjI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZcRq9Zk9O4U/s72-c/VGym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3467746749415919788</id><published>2009-10-21T20:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:36:40.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the thing...</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing about vacation - it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; hard to come home.  We were gone for 18 days, we've been home for 3 weeks tomorrow.  Between you and me, I'm still not terribly excited about being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation was amazing!  We have visited family, but we have not been on a pleasure vacation since Punkin was born.  We went to DisneyWorld for 6 days, the beach for 2 full days and 2 half days, and saw our family on the trip as well. (Yes, I'm still trying to go through all the pictures and get a post or video together.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;being with my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lazing around at the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching the kids have a great time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not having to enforce choretimes or schooltime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not having to clean the house, or cook supper, or do my bookkeeping work, or plan school, or..., or..., or....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having time and permission to do nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I guess any fool, given a choice, would choose vacation over work if he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are some amazing things about being home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a comfortable bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; a shower that actually has some water pressure.  I LOVE that whenever we move, my husband always changes out the showerhead to one that is water efficient but somehow has sufficient water pressure to get the shampoo out of my hair.  Hotels just never have that.  Plus, as tall as I am, just getting my head underneath the water can be a challenge - but I digress.  So, moving on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here's what I wonder:&lt;br /&gt;1.  How do I take the lessons learned from vacation and incorporate those into my life?  By that I mean, I was reminded deeply by our vacation time- particularly the time at the beach - that I need to make the time to breathe deeply, soak up some fun time with my family that is only for fun, and have time and permission to do absolutely nothing now and again.    How do I do that?  Which "ball" is going to be on the ground and which one is okay that it is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.   Where did my contentment go?  I don't want to do my work.  Yes, I'm pouting and yes, I know I'm acting like a big baby.  Knowing that doesn't seem to be making the attitude go away.  *grin.   Again, what sane person wouldn't choose the beach vacation over a to-do list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do have a question about contentment.  Do you think God ever uses it to lead us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, Paul says that he has "learned to be content whatever the circumstances."  I'm pretty sure there are other places that command us to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I get that.  God wants us to trust Him and not be so caught up in the here and now.  I get that Paul is saying God has put me in this place at this time for a purpose, and he has learned to trust that God knows what He is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still wonder if discontent is really always a bad thing?  Do you think God ever uses discontent as a way to lead us?   Maybe we are not a "sinful" path in black &amp;amp; white terms, just not exactly where He needs us, so He causes us to feel a little discontent in our spirits so that we notice we're in the wrong place?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you have trouble coming home from vacation?  What do you think about contentment?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, I haven't read a good book lately.  Any suggestions?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3467746749415919788?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3467746749415919788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3467746749415919788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3467746749415919788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3467746749415919788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-thing.html' title='Here&apos;s the thing...'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9197287445070431077</id><published>2009-10-06T18:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:08:33.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Disneyworld Tiny Talk!</title><content type='html'>We went to Disneyworld!  Had such a great time!  It was a bit of a last minute decision, so between planning and going, I've been away from my blog for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much more to share about our Disney trip, but it will have to be in tidbits I think, until I can get the pictures organized.  So here is the first tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day was at Animal Kingdom.  Just as we were exiting the park, they stopped us to allow a parade float to go by that had Mickey, Minnie and Pluto on it.  Wasn't that an awesome way to end our days there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they went by, Little Man yells "Bye Mickey!  Bye Minnie!  Bye Pluto!  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye truck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Tiny Talk, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiny-talk-tuesday.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-9197287445070431077?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9197287445070431077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9197287445070431077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9197287445070431077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9197287445070431077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/10/disneyworld-tiny-talk.html' title='Disneyworld Tiny Talk!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3858091758207443073</id><published>2009-08-28T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:24:27.376-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Workboxes</title><content type='html'>Have you heard of &lt;a href="http://www.workboxsystem.com/"&gt;Sue Patrick's workbox system&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ladies on my Weaver email loop mentioned them, and I was intrigued.  After reading Ms. Patrick's book - honestly, I was nervous about the extra time it might take, but I also thought it would work well for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it with just Punkin for the last few weeks of last year, and have been using it for the first 3 weeks of school with both of them, and it works really well for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic idea is that you organize the work into boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Spgdlp4rP8I/AAAAAAAABMk/GaymAXYibuk/s1600-h/WkBx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Spgdlp4rP8I/AAAAAAAABMk/GaymAXYibuk/s320/WkBx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375078688002621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Weaver is multi-level, I have 3 colors of labels - one for her, one for him, and one for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I arrange their schedule strips for each of them each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink one is for Punkin.  The blue one is for Little Man.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpgdmFpTBPI/AAAAAAAABMs/Be5XWQq27h0/s1600-h/PSch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpgdmFpTBPI/AAAAAAAABMs/Be5XWQq27h0/s320/PSch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375078695454311666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpgdmaSnM4I/AAAAAAAABM0/y0uNwWn5g_I/s1600-h/LMSch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpgdmaSnM4I/AAAAAAAABM0/y0uNwWn5g_I/s320/LMSch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375078700996309890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the schedule strip.  It helps my highly-visual Punkin stay focused, and to refocus her all I have to say is "What's next on your schedule strip?"   She does really well seeing what comes next, and knowing how much she has left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part is a very subtle shift of the responsibility for finishing her schoolwork - it's now hers.  And she has taken ownership of that.  I definitely still help her with most of the boxes, but I'm helping her complete her work instead of her doing what I need her to do.   It is a subtle difference in how it looks, but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more work.  No doubt about it.  But it is worth it because I'm so much more focused on them and relaxed during our school time.   Actually, it probably isn't more work - it's just that I do more of it ahead of time instead of on the fly during our day.   And because Little Man is taking my attention when she is working independently now, there is not as much "prepare on the fly" time in our school day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Course this is still Little Man's favorite thing to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpggGAOegCI/AAAAAAAABM8/hkumTph6plc/s1600-h/LMcars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpggGAOegCI/AAAAAAAABM8/hkumTph6plc/s320/LMcars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375081442778710050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that boy and his cars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3858091758207443073?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3858091758207443073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3858091758207443073' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3858091758207443073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3858091758207443073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/workboxes.html' title='Workboxes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Spgdlp4rP8I/AAAAAAAABMk/GaymAXYibuk/s72-c/WkBx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1678799910403575404</id><published>2009-08-27T07:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:00:32.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Front yard visitor</title><content type='html'>We have a snake that lives in our front yard.  Punkin is working on a speech about him, so we were in the front yard yesterday trying to get a picture of him.  We never did find the snake, but look at what we did find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpaQs_k6W5I/AAAAAAAABMc/dWoEBAoJNiI/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpaQs_k6W5I/AAAAAAAABMc/dWoEBAoJNiI/s320/bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642307968162706" 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/770626500741738576-1678799910403575404?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1678799910403575404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1678799910403575404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1678799910403575404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1678799910403575404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/front-yard-visitor.html' title='Front yard visitor'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SpaQs_k6W5I/AAAAAAAABMc/dWoEBAoJNiI/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2882580268375155057</id><published>2009-08-20T22:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:13:42.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-choo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/So4d6xV0RtI/AAAAAAAABMM/TKuH1TqKGG8/s1600-h/PwTrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/So4d6xV0RtI/AAAAAAAABMM/TKuH1TqKGG8/s320/PwTrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372264301014042322" 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;This is our 3rd week back at school, and we are deep in a long history unit going through U.S. History from Washington to Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently studying Thomas Jefferson's presidency, and one of the topics was the invention of the steam locomotive in 1804.  I wanted to build a &lt;a href="http://www.ntsb.gov/Kids_Site/play/steam-engine.html"&gt;little steam engine&lt;/a&gt;, but it just wasn't possible to do by myself.  My mechanical ability is pretty laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can do crafts!  And I found this really cool &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/printables/craft-templates/printable/train-engine/train-engine.html"&gt;printable&lt;/a&gt; at the Family Fun website, and we made these steam engines today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute??  (yeah... I'm a girl.  *wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2882580268375155057?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2882580268375155057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2882580268375155057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2882580268375155057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2882580268375155057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-choo!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/So4d6xV0RtI/AAAAAAAABMM/TKuH1TqKGG8/s72-c/PwTrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6957697122770044943</id><published>2009-08-19T17:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:08:54.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punkin'/><title type='text'>My Big Girl</title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of my Punkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 extra kiddos here today and my daughter has been so helpful.  She is cheerful, kind to the little ones, not whining about things "not being fair."  And right now, she is giving the littlest one a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SoyJsOiXl_I/AAAAAAAABME/_-c2A6hLPTs/s1600-h/moh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SoyJsOiXl_I/AAAAAAAABME/_-c2A6hLPTs/s320/moh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371819848455657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6957697122770044943?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6957697122770044943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6957697122770044943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6957697122770044943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6957697122770044943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-big-girl.html' title='My Big Girl'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SoyJsOiXl_I/AAAAAAAABME/_-c2A6hLPTs/s72-c/moh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7767344185447011538</id><published>2009-08-18T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:27:15.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's really late...</title><content type='html'>It's late.  There is already no way that I'm getting up for my morning workout, so I might as well stay up a little later and blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss blogging.  There just never seems to be enough time to write out what I'm thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my list of what's been going on lately.  I'm hopeful that if I can "catch up", maybe I'll get back in the habit of posting every other day or so.    Check back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We've started school.    We started a big history unit and have already learned about George Washington and John Adams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the White House has a dentist office? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've decided to run a 5K.  I'm on Week 3 of my training, and I'm really excited  about how it is going.  And even more excited that it looks like I might actually be able to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Little Man is reading!  He is doing so well with his Bob books.  He is enjoying school, and begs to do his math workbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Punkin is doing 3rd grade work, and I've been amazed at her this year already.  Her attention span is much longer and she is caring about the quality of her work, which makes teaching her so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The kids are full on in the bickering stage.   They still get along remarkably well, but Little Man's answer to  every perceived offense is to scream at the top of his lungs.  Punkin responds by trying to outscream him.  It makes me want to leave the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  WeaverDad's job is... uncertain these days.  The company is unsure whether they will find or be able to procure the funds for the next phase.  One day it is on, one day it is off.  We are not really worried about this job going away - having been through 2 layoffs, we are not unprepared.  He even has a couple of good possibilities to pursue.  But the not knowing is a little unsettling.  I'd appreciate your prayers that we will continue to be secure in the knowledge that we are engraved on God's hand and He will not be unconcerned with little ole us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm starting a new bible study in the fall.  I've been going to one associated with our church, but I'm the only homeschool mom and now that Punkin is 8, she is starting to feel like there is no one her age there and she feels lonely.  So, I'm changing to a Community Bible Study that will have a class for both of the kids.  I've heard that there are a quite a few homeschoolers there and that the classes are amazing.  I'm excited for Punkin and Little Man!  The topic this fall is Revelation - just a little light intro to the group.  Um... yeah.  I'm a little nervous and also excited to study the book of the bible that I probably know the least about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I think I'm going to start a "God-sighting" topic on my blog.  At VBS this year, the leaders talked about "God-sightings" as times when you knew God was working things out in your life.  I tend to be a control freak and have trouble just letting things work out on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing Beth Moore's Esther study, and she talks a lot about how Esther just did the next thing, and she really had no idea how things would turn out.  God asks us to do the next thing, and trust Him to see the big picture and watch out for that.  We don't have to make it all work out, we just need to do the next thing.  Freeing!!  And incredibily hard for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have intentionally tried to let some things go, and I've been blown away by the result.  They have been relatively trivial; in fact, extremely trivial by most standards, but still made me feel so ...  cared for, I guess is the right phrase.  And I don't want to forget them.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example:&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad was traveling recently and I decided to take the kids to a local art festival.  It was a perfect day for it - the weather was beautiful, we had nothing on our schedule, and the kiddos were well rested.  I wanted to take some cash with me, but I don't have cash.  Ever.  I usually raid the husband's pockets on the rare occasions I need some.  But, as I mentioned, he was out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I raided the kids' allowance money stash.  Which is money, but it's all in ones.  So, I grabbed a wad of ones and was concerned about how this was going to work.  Typically, at these types of events, I don't want to carry a purse around, but I'm wondering how I'm going to carry a wad of ones in my pocket without becoming a pickpocket magnet.  I started to stress about it, and tear the house apart looking for any spare forgotten birthday money.  But, that would take time and I had already stalled the kids for a couple of hours doing "just one more thing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took a deep breath, told myself it would all work out, and went with my big ole wad of ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already lunch time so we stopped at McDonalds. &lt;br /&gt;Just as it was time for us to place our order, the guy yells to his manager "I need ones!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess who just happened to have a wad of them??  So we traded, and it worked out great for everyone -me, the kids, the guy, the manager, and the people behind us in line who didn't have to wait for the manager to exchange the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had any "God-sightings" lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7767344185447011538?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7767344185447011538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7767344185447011538' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7767344185447011538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7767344185447011538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-its-really-late.html' title='When it&apos;s really late...'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5560309011881141195</id><published>2009-07-24T07:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:09:02.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 Quick Takes'/><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/07/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-43.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDoj0jXwI/AAAAAAAABL8/0jkQ9_61BjU/s320/7QuickTakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031932939132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My in-laws are visiting now.   My mother-in-law has altitude sickness in the past, but is doing well on this trip.  I'm so thankful, and I'm sure she is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents came a couple of weeks ago.  We went to Rocky Mountain National Park one day and did a short hike around Bear Lake.  It was beautiful, and the kids had fun playing with the camera:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDbooC1kI/AAAAAAAABL0/J2C9MABHfJY/s1600-h/KidsEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDbooC1kI/AAAAAAAABL0/J2C9MABHfJY/s320/KidsEP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031710890546754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDbRIddLI/AAAAAAAABLs/R0tChSOW5Zo/s1600-h/wGrandsLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDbRIddLI/AAAAAAAABLs/R0tChSOW5Zo/s320/wGrandsLake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031704584058034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCvV1ZqI/AAAAAAAABLk/d4elWLF0GmM/s1600-h/RMNPScene1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCvV1ZqI/AAAAAAAABLk/d4elWLF0GmM/s320/RMNPScene1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031283196487330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCYrCGnI/AAAAAAAABLc/iAP57jQOh2Y/s1600-h/RMNPScene2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCYrCGnI/AAAAAAAABLc/iAP57jQOh2Y/s320/RMNPScene2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031277111384690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Both kiddos took swim lessons this summer.  Punkin can now stay in the deep end for our entire visits, and Little Man can swim across the pool.   This makes my presence in the water mostly optional - I'm enjoying that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCGdBjLI/AAAAAAAABLU/ex3mxGzw1bg/s1600-h/PPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDCGdBjLI/AAAAAAAABLU/ex3mxGzw1bg/s320/PPool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031272220789938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDBg3T0eI/AAAAAAAABLM/2oGLoxg2VbI/s1600-h/LMPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDBg3T0eI/AAAAAAAABLM/2oGLoxg2VbI/s320/LMPool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362031262130491874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Swimming wears kids out.  I love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCcsPiqvI/AAAAAAAABK8/jA-mvK5Qfm0/s1600-h/KidsCouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCcsPiqvI/AAAAAAAABK8/jA-mvK5Qfm0/s320/KidsCouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362030629529758450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5.  In fact, just sleep anywhere! (yes, this is our coffee table.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCdJpPftI/AAAAAAAABLE/hqOBZSMIJRg/s1600-h/LMCofTab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCdJpPftI/AAAAAAAABLE/hqOBZSMIJRg/s320/LMCofTab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362030637422182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Punkin had her gymnastics banquet recently.  She received the "most improved" award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCce631-I/AAAAAAAABK0/k9Z0h4r1Ewg/s1600-h/GymBanquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnCce631-I/AAAAAAAABK0/k9Z0h4r1Ewg/s320/GymBanquet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362030625953404898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Only one more week and we start back homeschoool!  *sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5560309011881141195?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5560309011881141195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5560309011881141195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5560309011881141195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5560309011881141195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/07/7-quick-takes.html' title='7 Quick Takes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SmnDoj0jXwI/AAAAAAAABL8/0jkQ9_61BjU/s72-c/7QuickTakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4310455824775255713</id><published>2009-06-12T06:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:27:37.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/06/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-37.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJUW2GwkVI/AAAAAAAABKk/Yswp4PfB0Wg/s320/7QuickTakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346428459099918674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Purchasing clothing for an 8-year old who is as tall as an average 12-year old, wants to look like she is 16, loves sequins, glitter and all things sleeveless is hard.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh&lt;/span&gt;  'Cause sometimes a girl needs to have clothes appropriate for the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Who knew that Walm*art would be my hero in dressing my daughter?  In the past, I have felt that the Walm*art clothing selection was highly limited due to my desire to not have my child dressed exclusively in Dis*ney advertising.  However, yesterday I found several basic, cute, modest T-shirts perfect for going to the park.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Score!&lt;/span&gt;  On sale for $3 each.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double score!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gymsupply.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=3387"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJR-VDevCI/AAAAAAAABKU/vmWxhkTBCmc/s200/GymSign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346425838887681058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.  The next time I watch the Olympics and the athletes say they want to thank their parents - man, can I just say I have a new appreciate for that comment!    It can be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt; of work to have your kiddo doing this type of sport.  And we are so far away from the Olympic level!  Punkin's state meet is this weekend, and her gym is hosting.  I will be at the gym for at least 12 hours on Saturday, and I have spent 18 hours working on the signs that go on the clip of the scoring contraption.  There are 457 gymnasts registered for this event, so there were a lot of signs to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, there were 5 of us working on the signs, and I might have to take back every ugly thing I have ever said about "committees".   Every mom came to the meetings, was helpful, and cared that the signs were done properly.  I don't think I've ever been on a committee with all "20% people" before.  It was ...  fantastic.  I mean, if I'm going to spend my time working on it, it was nice that it was organized and done correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Today is our last day of school!!!   I'm going to have a 3rd grader and kindergartener next year - yikes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bry-backmanor.org/creamclipart3.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJUOqczQCI/AAAAAAAABKc/oYN_v4q0r80/s200/cream18.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346428318532190242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My Little Man is amazing.  This week, he has been to long committee meetings, hours of shopping, quiet through some of the year-end tests, and he has been so, so well-behaved. I think I owe that boy a huge bowl of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Little Man has been obsessed with the concept of an "attic" this week.  The kids watched a TV show where the kids played hide-n-seek in the attic, and then he wanted to know if we had an attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aside, I grew up in the South, where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the houses had attics.  Most you get in by pulling down a set of collapsible stairs and you climb right up.  In Colorado, the roofs are reinforced to support the weight of the snow, so attics are not the prime storage space they are in the South.  We do have an attic, but it does not have a floor so the access point is just a hole in the ceiling, we don't store things there and we don't go up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a summary of our conversations this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man: Do we have an attic?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;LM:  How do you get to it?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  In our closet.&lt;br /&gt;LM runs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;LM:  I can't find the door.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  It's in the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;LM: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The ceiling?&lt;/span&gt;  Really?&lt;br /&gt;LM runs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later:&lt;br /&gt;LM:  I can't reach it.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeah, you'll have to wait on Dad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 2 days later, WeaverDad and Little Man are finally home at the same time before 9:00 pm, and Dad lifts him up so he can see in the very dark attic.  It made his week.&lt;br /&gt;LM:  ......  and Dad says, that we can't walk in there, or we would CRASH THROUGH THE CEILING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   I love these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJV6a2w_oI/AAAAAAAABKs/rjSW2gCCSQA/s1600-h/Sibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJV6a2w_oI/AAAAAAAABKs/rjSW2gCCSQA/s320/Sibs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346430169771998850" 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/770626500741738576-4310455824775255713?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4310455824775255713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4310455824775255713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4310455824775255713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4310455824775255713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-quick-takes_12.html' title='7 Quick Takes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SjJUW2GwkVI/AAAAAAAABKk/Yswp4PfB0Wg/s72-c/7QuickTakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1132813837770649254</id><published>2009-06-07T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:48:23.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=865965&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=586782&amp;amp;event=ESRCN&amp;amp;view=covers"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiyHhCSWHEI/AAAAAAAABKE/gdXszEpHyqc/s320/EstherBook.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344795859401186370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/cst/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/cst/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-10.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I'm doing a Beth Moore bible study this summer with a new group of women.  My "normal" bible study takes a break in the summer, and one of my newer friends from church invited me.  It is a very eclectic group of women - which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know everyone yet, but I think the age range is teen all the way to age 60.  Some of us have kids, some have grandkids, some are married with no kids, and some are not married.  Since I have been doing a morning bible study, it has been awhile since I have been part of such a diverse group.  I think it is going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm excited about the study also.  I'm in a very peaceful season of life.  It seems odd to say that because I feel like I am in constant motion from sun-up to sun-down.  But, there is very little drama in my own life right now.  A peace from any major crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be lying if I didn't say that doesn't fill me with a little fear for the future, but I am trying to breathe deeply and completely immerse myself in this present peace.  Most major crises are out of my control anyway, so why mess up my peaceful time with fear?  I'm assuming God has urged me toward this study to strengthen my faith that no matter what the future brings, He will not let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;&lt;br /&gt;    your walls are ever before me.   Isaiah 49:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Isaiah is specifically talking about Israel in this verse, although I believe it represents the people of God which now includes us.  This &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&amp;amp;chapter=49&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;whole chapter&lt;/a&gt; is really encouraging reading.  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to studying Esther.  What are you studying right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1132813837770649254?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1132813837770649254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1132813837770649254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1132813837770649254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1132813837770649254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/06/esther.html' title='Esther'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiyHhCSWHEI/AAAAAAAABKE/gdXszEpHyqc/s72-c/EstherBook.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7777733301713370923</id><published>2009-06-05T07:35:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:35:00.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/06/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-36.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikrPbwWsLI/AAAAAAAABJ8/yvotWgQ98_g/s320/7QuickTakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343849977000407218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Almost done with homeschool for the year!  Our last day is next Friday, and all of us are ready for a 6 week summer break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I broke my camera - on my birthday!  (sob!)  I dropped it at Walmart, and it refuses to come on.  WeaverDad found the same camera on ebay for a bargain, so I just ordered another one.  It works well for me and I have all the accessories.  Hopefully, it will arrive soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into some friends at Walmart that day, and Little Man took the last picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknKg-Ta7I/AAAAAAAABH8/UbyH69vPL0w/s1600-h/LastPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknKg-Ta7I/AAAAAAAABH8/UbyH69vPL0w/s320/LastPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845494455233458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our Vacation Bible School is going to be at night this year.  I have mixed feelings about it.  Has anyone done a night one?  Like it?  Hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Punkin has 2 more gymnastics competitions this year.  Yay!!  She is still doing well and steadily improving.  Here she is after one a few weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknQAsu9-I/AAAAAAAABIc/JG7AwiS0WIU/s1600-h/PGymnastic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknQAsu9-I/AAAAAAAABIc/JG7AwiS0WIU/s320/PGymnastic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845588870821858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Little Man had his last soccer game last Saturday.   He scored 6 goals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknK3UrGqI/AAAAAAAABIE/2JI1O8Pm6q0/s1600-h/LMPlaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknK3UrGqI/AAAAAAAABIE/2JI1O8Pm6q0/s320/LMPlaying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845500454640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course had snack:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknK8mRA7I/AAAAAAAABIM/Pg3oVW3EjoM/s1600-h/LMSnack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknK8mRA7I/AAAAAAAABIM/Pg3oVW3EjoM/s320/LMSnack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845501870605234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And got a trophy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknLZB3oYI/AAAAAAAABIU/R0DvldoOROY/s1600-h/LMTrophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknLZB3oYI/AAAAAAAABIU/R0DvldoOROY/s320/LMTrophy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845509502574978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6.  It has been raining a lot here lately.  On trash day, I went out to add one more thing to the bin, and found that the trash can was stopping all the worms in the water run-off.    Look at  all of them!  I scooped them out and put them with the flowers and in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknQdB6zzI/AAAAAAAABIk/38YBq_RuU-Y/s1600-h/Worms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SiknQdB6zzI/AAAAAAAABIk/38YBq_RuU-Y/s320/Worms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343845596475871026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  It's been several weeks, but Punkin had Field Day with her enrichment program.  Field Day is so much fun - it's nice to actually have conversations with the other moms and to learn the names of her classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punkin ran a relay:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikqCoZilSI/AAAAAAAABJU/U_NPlx3RdPU/s1600-h/FDRelay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikqCoZilSI/AAAAAAAABJU/U_NPlx3RdPU/s320/FDRelay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343848657544451362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ran a three-legged race:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikq5YOBM2I/AAAAAAAABJs/gHZdvOc93nE/s1600-h/FD3Leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikq5YOBM2I/AAAAAAAABJs/gHZdvOc93nE/s320/FD3Leg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343849598093964130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did the sack hop:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikp3oFihpI/AAAAAAAABJM/S9eR2qTCHV0/s1600-h/FDSack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikp3oFihpI/AAAAAAAABJM/S9eR2qTCHV0/s320/FDSack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343848468482000530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played tug-of-war&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikqCyTDRmI/AAAAAAAABJk/CSuHECwCYNA/s1600-h/FDTug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikqCyTDRmI/AAAAAAAABJk/CSuHECwCYNA/s320/FDTug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343848660201588322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While Little Man did this.  For the entire morning.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I thought to bring his bike at the last minute.  I think that was a God thing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikq5bFCc8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/GpQQ9ujdWPU/s1600-h/FD_LM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikq5bFCc8I/AAAAAAAABJ0/GpQQ9ujdWPU/s320/FD_LM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343849598861603778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun day!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikp3YhWbSI/AAAAAAAABI8/Iz0wFLNyFhs/s1600-h/FDFam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sikp3YhWbSI/AAAAAAAABI8/Iz0wFLNyFhs/s320/FDFam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343848464303680802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7777733301713370923?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7777733301713370923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7777733301713370923' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7777733301713370923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7777733301713370923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-quick-takes.html' title='7 Quick Takes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SikrPbwWsLI/AAAAAAAABJ8/yvotWgQ98_g/s72-c/7QuickTakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2811669438542237752</id><published>2009-05-05T06:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:38:12.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><title type='text'>Tiny Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-talk-tuesday.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf94zIsCutI/AAAAAAAABHw/1IbzDXXNTAQ/s320/tinytalklogoresize175px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332113303730830034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad:  Wow!  There is a lot of construction here.  Why do you think they are building so much stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  Cause - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world's not done yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Tiny Talk, head over to Mary's at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-talk-tuesday.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2811669438542237752?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2811669438542237752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2811669438542237752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2811669438542237752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2811669438542237752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiny-talk.html' title='Tiny Talk'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf94zIsCutI/AAAAAAAABHw/1IbzDXXNTAQ/s72-c/tinytalklogoresize175px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2122845363500539825</id><published>2009-05-03T07:16:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:31:05.734-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Man'/><title type='text'>Little Man's Eyes</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!  This is Little Man.  I've been taking lots of pictures with Mom's camera lately, and we thought it would be fun to show you around how I see the world.  Maybe slightly fuzzier in some cases than I actually see it, but you'll get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me introduce you to the people of my house.  First, there's me. These are my favorite boots for stomping around in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zycya5tI/AAAAAAAABG4/IZIUMnXqYjE/s1600-h/LMEyes_Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zycya5tI/AAAAAAAABG4/IZIUMnXqYjE/s320/LMEyes_Boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586625876715218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my sister.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z900BrmI/AAAAAAAABHg/vts4EWnJQ9E/s1600-h/LMEyes_Punkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z900BrmI/AAAAAAAABHg/vts4EWnJQ9E/s320/LMEyes_Punkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586821304462946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my dad:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZydagEFI/AAAAAAAABHA/RHJynzf6WW4/s1600-h/LMEyes_Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZydagEFI/AAAAAAAABHA/RHJynzf6WW4/s320/LMEyes_Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586626044825682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Mom said all the pictures of her were too horrible to post,&lt;br /&gt;but she sure stares at this thing alot:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9TjHjaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/coW1d5485_Q/s1600-h/LMEyes_Monitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9TjHjaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/coW1d5485_Q/s320/LMEyes_Monitor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586812375174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my dad is allergic to pet hair, so this is our dog:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZyhhDldI/AAAAAAAABHI/d_GJastoLNw/s1600-h/LMEyes_Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZyhhDldI/AAAAAAAABHI/d_GJastoLNw/s320/LMEyes_Dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586627146061266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the inside of our house: (Hi Punkin!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9xTeieI/AAAAAAAABHo/enOVLI4L2ww/s1600-h/LMEyes_PunkinStairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9xTeieI/AAAAAAAABHo/enOVLI4L2ww/s320/LMEyes_PunkinStairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586820362635746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the outside of our house:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9u6sOZI/AAAAAAAABHY/PO7bu0GlE9g/s1600-h/LMEyes_Outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Z9u6sOZI/AAAAAAAABHY/PO7bu0GlE9g/s320/LMEyes_Outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586819721804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now, for the most important part.  My cars!  Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The yellow van:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZlBfRxiI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xgox87OIq-E/s1600-h/LMEyes_Car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZlBfRxiI/AAAAAAAABGg/Xgox87OIq-E/s320/LMEyes_Car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586395210368546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green truck:&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/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZktrNO7I/AAAAAAAABGQ/X5csyGX849Q/s1600-h/LMEyes_Car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZktrNO7I/AAAAAAAABGQ/X5csyGX849Q/s320/LMEyes_Car4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586389891693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The black sports car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zko5yT5I/AAAAAAAABGI/EPFlUg6DXR8/s1600-h/LMEyes_Car5..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zko5yT5I/AAAAAAAABGI/EPFlUg6DXR8/s320/LMEyes_Car5..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586388610666386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The police car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZkelVtPI/AAAAAAAABGA/aA39Dk4eufk/s1600-h/LMEyes_Car6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZkelVtPI/AAAAAAAABGA/aA39Dk4eufk/s320/LMEyes_Car6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586385840551154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so awesome!  Want to see them again?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zk8KL7LI/AAAAAAAABGY/vSUoC8xxYD8/s1600-h/LMEyes_Car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zk8KL7LI/AAAAAAAABGY/vSUoC8xxYD8/s320/LMEyes_Car3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586393779727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for touring my world with me.  Have some candy and come back soon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZyedMNGI/AAAAAAAABGw/nSShqqR-P_o/s1600-h/LMEyes_Candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2ZyedMNGI/AAAAAAAABGw/nSShqqR-P_o/s320/LMEyes_Candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586626324542562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/770626500741738576-2122845363500539825?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2122845363500539825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2122845363500539825' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2122845363500539825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2122845363500539825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-mans-eyes.html' title='Little Man&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/Sf2Zycya5tI/AAAAAAAABG4/IZIUMnXqYjE/s72-c/LMEyes_Boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5450805007542166624</id><published>2009-04-28T08:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:31:15.768-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Tiny Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfcvTZ55MHI/AAAAAAAABF4/QgqNAbyACIc/s1600-h/tinytalklogoresize175px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfcvTZ55MHI/AAAAAAAABF4/QgqNAbyACIc/s320/tinytalklogoresize175px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329780694434001010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we had an "adventure day."  We went geocaching, and afterwords, Punkin wanted to go to a Chinese buffet restaurant -  "just like at GrandNan and Grandpa's house."  So, we found a Chinese buffet in our GPS and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled up to the restaurant and Punkin was beside herself with excitement.  She read the sign - "Look, Little Man!  Super Chinese Buffet!  (pronounced buff-it)"&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  "What's a buff-it?"&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  "It's the same thing as a buf-fay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While eating, she pronounced that the meal was "a scrumptious, affectionary delight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy talked to the kids at the ice cream machine and told them that the vanilla &amp;amp; chocolate mixed together was the best.  When my kids actually got their ice cream, he left his table of all adults and came over and to chat and see what kind they had gotten.  Punkin introduced herself, and then asked him how old he was.  He said he was 6.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man got very excited.  He told the boy, "I'm almost 6.  I  just have to be five, and then I'll be six."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lastly, WeaverDad has a standing joke with fortune cookies.  He opens them and then "reads" his fortune slip and says "Help! Help! I'm trapped in Chinese fortune cookie factory."&lt;br /&gt;The kids laughed, so WeaverDad asked them why that was funny.  (He was trying to see if they understood his joke.)  Punkin says, "Because you pretended that someone was trapped and they wrote a note because they couldn't get out."&lt;br /&gt;Little Man added "and they didn't have a phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how practical my little people think sometimes.  It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Tiny Talk, head over to Mary's at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiny-talk-tuesday_28.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5450805007542166624?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5450805007542166624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5450805007542166624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5450805007542166624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5450805007542166624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiny-talk.html' title='Tiny Talk'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfcvTZ55MHI/AAAAAAAABF4/QgqNAbyACIc/s72-c/tinytalklogoresize175px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3307050917331390947</id><published>2009-04-27T07:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:22:27.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>My oldest baby is 8.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/span&gt;!  I say this every year, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how does this keep happening&lt;/span&gt;??   This has been a huge year of emotional growth for her, and the last couple of months especially.   Every day she takes me by surprise how mature she is becoming.  I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept it low-key this year for a birthday celebration - she just had a sleepover with Neighbor Girl.  Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heading out for some fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu2AedXhI/AAAAAAAABFw/BQxiK1sT1Sk/s1600-h/BdayHeadingOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu2AedXhI/AAAAAAAABFw/BQxiK1sT1Sk/s320/BdayHeadingOut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357976926772754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin's favorite place to eat is at the mall.  So, we went, we ate, we bought a boatload of candy at the candy store in lieu of a cake, and we went to Claire's.&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/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu12foS5I/AAAAAAAABFo/-ZqSyuoJpB4/s1600-h/BdayMall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu12foS5I/AAAAAAAABFo/-ZqSyuoJpB4/s320/BdayMall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357974247328658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came home and they painted their nails:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu19ApAOI/AAAAAAAABFg/tqlmGalS3k0/s1600-h/BdayNails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu19ApAOI/AAAAAAAABFg/tqlmGalS3k0/s320/BdayNails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357975996399842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor Girl gave matching P.J.s as a birthday gift.  So, here they are in their TinkerBell jammies with their Webkins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu1gwei-I/AAAAAAAABFY/fiyvQWXKwmM/s1600-h/Bday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu1gwei-I/AAAAAAAABFY/fiyvQWXKwmM/s320/Bday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357968412412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They set up their sleeping bags, and watched a couple of movies.  After a gymnastics meet and all the girl-ly fun, I was exhausted and fell sleep before they did, but I think they had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday, Punkin and I went to tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu1hGvTxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XYnC97ZCGSs/s1600-h/BdayTea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu1hGvTxI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XYnC97ZCGSs/s320/BdayTea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357968505786130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&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/770626500741738576-3307050917331390947?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3307050917331390947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3307050917331390947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3307050917331390947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3307050917331390947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/punkin-birthday-fun.html' title='Punkin Birthday Fun'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWu2AedXhI/AAAAAAAABFw/BQxiK1sT1Sk/s72-c/BdayHeadingOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3616722284437651217</id><published>2009-04-24T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:59:50.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/04/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-30.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWqtAXTH5I/AAAAAAAABFI/zEcgDEMG2lQ/s320/7QuickTakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329353424231407506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ok, so I didn't quite get this finished on Friday!  Oops!....  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Despite the &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow-day.html"&gt;blizzard&lt;/a&gt; at the end of last week, the weather this week has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sunburned and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We are taking a planned break from school this week and next week.   I was ready.  The kids were ready.  We are enjoying some real, live free time.   One day, we had friends over and played in the bounce house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vbOzUzI/AAAAAAAABE4/qAHkbaoAU9Q/s1600-h/PunkinOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vbOzUzI/AAAAAAAABE4/qAHkbaoAU9Q/s320/PunkinOutside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240760035955506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vbN9wyI/AAAAAAAABEw/esY85sNGnOU/s1600-h/LMOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vbN9wyI/AAAAAAAABEw/esY85sNGnOU/s320/LMOutside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240760032445218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even though there was a little snow left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vJDv6mI/AAAAAAAABEo/J3ksR2wSS6Q/s1600-h/SnowOnGround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfG2vJDv6mI/AAAAAAAABEo/J3ksR2wSS6Q/s320/SnowOnGround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328240755157756514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  One of our neighbors is moving and had a yard sale this week.  We got Punkin a great bike for super cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWqjyokcYI/AAAAAAAABFA/OLAWp0qSh1E/s1600-h/PunkinBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWqjyokcYI/AAAAAAAABFA/OLAWp0qSh1E/s320/PunkinBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329353265926926722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  WeaverDad turned 42 this week - Happy Birthday Hubby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  WeaverDad had a work party this week, and I got to attend.  With adults!  And no kids!  Wow!  What a concept!  It was super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I think I've mentioned before that I have hypothyroidism.  I had a check-up recently and she lowered my dose.    As just a little background, since the doctors missed the diagnosis for several years (despite having the bloodwork done at least 4 times in college), and the fact that I had 18 months of horror after I quit nursing Little Man, I don't have a ton of faith in just the one number that the doctors love to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thrilled with the idea of taking a lower dose.   I would really like to have a fun summer with my kids without them hearing, "Mom's just not up for that today" every other minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I can't get a prescription for the dose I've been taking without the doctor, I guess I have to try what she says.   I really hate that.  'Cause I've had this diagnosis long enough that I really think I could just about adjust my dose based solely on how I feel.  If I could get access to the blood test and medicine without her, I totally would just manage it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does that make me arrogant?  Cheap?  Or smart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I've been praying for &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;this little guy&lt;/a&gt; this week.   (Edited on Monday to add: Looks like there is a possibility he will get to go home soon!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3616722284437651217?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3616722284437651217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3616722284437651217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3616722284437651217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3616722284437651217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-quick-takes_23.html' title='7 Quick Takes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SfWqtAXTH5I/AAAAAAAABFI/zEcgDEMG2lQ/s72-c/7QuickTakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7354978237771774556</id><published>2009-04-19T20:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:04:04.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><title type='text'>First Gymnastics Competition</title><content type='html'>We didn't expect Punkin to compete today, but she decided she wanted to and she was able to compete on 3 events.  Because I thought she wasn't competing today, I only had my point &amp;amp; shoot camera with a video feature so the quality isn't great, but you'll get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91fe336400db525e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91fe336400db525e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D487BC638B7DC9BFF5F87D5F4D9E4F12173FDB4AA.1A3D77EB6CD08F7E0622F5998ABC9E7991284321%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91fe336400db525e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQZDTK8Gbc1mwoYUv3cCAuNSZr0Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D91fe336400db525e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330069603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D487BC638B7DC9BFF5F87D5F4D9E4F12173FDB4AA.1A3D77EB6CD08F7E0622F5998ABC9E7991284321%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91fe336400db525e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQZDTK8Gbc1mwoYUv3cCAuNSZr0Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so proud of you baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7354978237771774556?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=91fe336400db525e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7354978237771774556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7354978237771774556' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7354978237771774556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7354978237771774556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-gymnastics-competition.html' title='First Gymnastics Competition'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3489127604146164718</id><published>2009-04-18T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:43:08.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Snowman Ever</title><content type='html'>... at least at our house. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeqPqxVFFQI/AAAAAAAABEg/nMaFKx9k1c4/s1600-h/Snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeqPqxVFFQI/AAAAAAAABEg/nMaFKx9k1c4/s320/Snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326227474278061314" 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/770626500741738576-3489127604146164718?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3489127604146164718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3489127604146164718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3489127604146164718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3489127604146164718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/biggest-snowman-ever.html' title='The Biggest Snowman Ever'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeqPqxVFFQI/AAAAAAAABEg/nMaFKx9k1c4/s72-c/Snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5216569348435426094</id><published>2009-04-18T07:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T07:16:26.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Do you think Little Man will have his soccer game today?  *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out our back door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMZ47ViI/AAAAAAAABEA/HAAfENAdwZg/s1600-h/Snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMZ47ViI/AAAAAAAABEA/HAAfENAdwZg/s320/Snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326019144892241442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMjxNR8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/vb8-qHJ1ReU/s1600-h/Snow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMjxNR8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/vb8-qHJ1ReU/s320/Snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326019147544217538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMqEnWII/AAAAAAAABEI/17DfOu0K-ws/s1600-h/Snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMqEnWII/AAAAAAAABEI/17DfOu0K-ws/s320/Snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326019149236230274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out our front door: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSM6jS7_I/AAAAAAAABEY/_5xOCd0idMg/s1600-h/Snow4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSM6jS7_I/AAAAAAAABEY/_5xOCd0idMg/s320/Snow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326019153659883506" 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/770626500741738576-5216569348435426094?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5216569348435426094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5216569348435426094' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5216569348435426094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5216569348435426094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SenSMZ47ViI/AAAAAAAABEA/HAAfENAdwZg/s72-c/Snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-8710794999713283583</id><published>2009-04-16T21:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:26:06.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 Quick Takes'/><title type='text'>7 Quick Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/04/7-quick-takes-friday-vol-29.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiK-7br83I/AAAAAAAABD4/9O3M9UxpKZE/s320/7QuickTakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325659373075952498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Tax Day is over.  And I am extremely glad.  I love my bookkeeping work, but I'm glad for it to slow down just a little bit!   How I wish that meant that all of my client's 2008 work was finished.  But, alas, some of them know how easy extensions are to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Little Man turned 5.   He is very proud, and had a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got some money &amp;amp; gift cards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcZhsITI/AAAAAAAABDg/CJ_LiqE3KSk/s1600-h/LMGiftCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcZhsITI/AAAAAAAABDg/CJ_LiqE3KSk/s320/LMGiftCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657680347144498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a cowboy outfit:  (Is he not the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cutest thing ever&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcUmq8zI/AAAAAAAABDo/lBUYUOJ0zDI/s1600-h/LMCowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcUmq8zI/AAAAAAAABDo/lBUYUOJ0zDI/s320/LMCowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657679025861426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a scooter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcPlK_YI/AAAAAAAABDY/1XVtc4WXSFg/s1600-h/LMwScooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcPlK_YI/AAAAAAAABDY/1XVtc4WXSFg/s320/LMwScooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657677677395330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent some of his birthday money to buy the scooter.  This is the day after he got it, in the garage.   I was just a little too late with my camera to get a picture of him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;washing it&lt;/span&gt; with paper towels.    I repeat, is he not the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cutest thing ever&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, he is a little miffed with me here.  I insisted on taking his picture when he would rather have been riding his scooter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    We went to downtown Denver this week to a rally at the Capitol.  I'm so glad we went.  It was wonderful to be with others who feel as we do, it was wonderful to participate a little bit in the process, and it felt really good to DO something (even if ultimately useless)  instead of sitting home complaining to each other.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcMYmpFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Y7JQUtk17g8/s1600-h/Rally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJcMYmpFI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Y7JQUtk17g8/s320/Rally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657676819375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Here's my biggest laugh this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJ8OBqc5I/AAAAAAAABDw/gvkt17p7Uog/s1600-h/KidsWTrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJ8OBqc5I/AAAAAAAABDw/gvkt17p7Uog/s320/KidsWTrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325658227015840658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rode the light rail to the rally.  It was a first for our kiddos.  Punkin read the rules posted on the train, one of which is "no gambling."  She asked what gambling was.  WeaverDad told her it was playing cards or other games where everyone puts in some money and whoever wins takes the money.  He told her it was risky and a "stupid game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response:  "Unless you win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  We've had some gymnastics saga around here the last 2 weeks.  The shortest version I can come up with is that Punkin has been going to the gym 4 hours a week for over a year, and last week she was there for over 10, and this week for 7.           They don't feel she is quite ready for the first competition (and Punkin agrees), but they are going to let her get dressed and be with the team anyway. I LOVE her new coaches.  I hope to post a picture of her with her team leo &amp;amp; "meet hair."  She sure looks like a little gymnast all fixed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's tired, but I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;!  Will someone please explain that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I love that this is becoming a very common sight at our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJb6d0nMI/AAAAAAAABDI/u-O6ukeaouY/s1600-h/PReading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiJb6d0nMI/AAAAAAAABDI/u-O6ukeaouY/s320/PReading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325657672009424066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Little Man is playing soccer.  And he LOVES it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who remember &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-be-soccer-mom.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, you might appreciate this year not only did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; somehow manage to go to the wrong place for the first practice, I confused another parent and took them down with me.  *evil laugh.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-8710794999713283583?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8710794999713283583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=8710794999713283583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8710794999713283583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8710794999713283583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-quick-takes.html' title='7 Quick Takes'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SeiK-7br83I/AAAAAAAABD4/9O3M9UxpKZE/s72-c/7QuickTakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2732206195371747231</id><published>2009-03-29T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T07:49:02.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting quote</title><content type='html'>"The central conservative truth is that it is culture, not politics, that determines the success of a society," Daniel Patrick Moynihan famously observed. "The central liberal truth is that politics can change a culture and save it from itself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-oe-goldberg8-2008jul08,0,368008.column"&gt;this article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2732206195371747231?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2732206195371747231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2732206195371747231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2732206195371747231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2732206195371747231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting quote'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1159811992600785183</id><published>2009-03-23T15:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:23:42.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another link</title><content type='html'>So, I'm quickly becoming a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/"&gt;Conversion Diary&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't agree with everything she writes, I find her writing so fascinating &amp;amp; thought-provoking.    And that she often puts into words what I might have said had I her writing talent and evident ability to either never sleep or "process" while taking care of children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the analogy she uses in &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/03/stepping-out-of-way.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1159811992600785183?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1159811992600785183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1159811992600785183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1159811992600785183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1159811992600785183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-link.html' title='Another link'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2687463875971141884</id><published>2009-03-18T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:00:00.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lady &amp; The Hero</title><content type='html'>Punkin is planning to do some gymnastics competitions this spring, and she has to fix her hair a certain way that involves sponge rollers.  She has been experimenting with the rollers and loves dressing up with her curly hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hero loves to show off his muscles.  I would tell you that the hero frequently wears his PowerRanger suit to Walmart and even church but, of course, I would never allow that.  Nope.  Not me.  *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAUPsVniaI/AAAAAAAABDA/bVw91MTvjb4/s1600-h/dressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAUPsVniaI/AAAAAAAABDA/bVw91MTvjb4/s320/dressup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269820129610146" 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/770626500741738576-2687463875971141884?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2687463875971141884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2687463875971141884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2687463875971141884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2687463875971141884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady-hero.html' title='The Lady &amp; The Hero'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAUPsVniaI/AAAAAAAABDA/bVw91MTvjb4/s72-c/dressup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-469013410096307718</id><published>2009-03-17T15:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:15:13.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Dad</title><content type='html'>by watching Pink Panther in the van:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAStEhmNGI/AAAAAAAABC4/1mBKmDRZHms/s1600-h/InCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAStEhmNGI/AAAAAAAABC4/1mBKmDRZHms/s320/InCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268125815256162" 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/770626500741738576-469013410096307718?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/469013410096307718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=469013410096307718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/469013410096307718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/469013410096307718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-dad.html' title='Waiting for Dad'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/ScAStEhmNGI/AAAAAAAABC4/1mBKmDRZHms/s72-c/InCar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6065226480098546004</id><published>2009-02-26T19:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:51:55.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>One of the most powerful blog posts I've read in awhile can be found &lt;a href="http://www.conversiondiary.com/2009/02/life-as-eloquent-sermon.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   It's about living what you believe.  Beautifully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6065226480098546004?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6065226480098546004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6065226480098546004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6065226480098546004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6065226480098546004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5635622300027388369</id><published>2009-02-19T12:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:22:37.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man's guide to drawing</title><content type='html'>Little Man's Guide to How to draw a face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:  Ask your mom or dad if they have a CD you can trace.  And a piece of paper you can have.  And a pencil too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:  Trace the outside of the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:  Trace the little hole in the middle of the CD for 2 eyes and a nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:  Draw a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5:  Draw a few lines for hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6:  Add a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7:  Repeat often.  I like to draw 10 to 15 every day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SZ2xUAt-MdI/AAAAAAAABCo/cx-XvNFNamE/s1600-h/face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SZ2xUAt-MdI/AAAAAAAABCo/cx-XvNFNamE/s320/face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304590893460632018" 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/770626500741738576-5635622300027388369?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5635622300027388369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5635622300027388369' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5635622300027388369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5635622300027388369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-mans-guide-to-drawing.html' title='Little Man&apos;s guide to drawing'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SZ2xUAt-MdI/AAAAAAAABCo/cx-XvNFNamE/s72-c/face2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-567088992745152690</id><published>2009-02-12T16:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:21:20.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my my.</title><content type='html'>One of my close friends has a sick little guy today.  We went to her house to drop something off, and Punkin wanted to take it to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, one of the boys is sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  What's wrong with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  He's got a fever and he doesn't feel good, so he is laying on the couch and letting his big brother hug on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  Oh.  Well, can I go see him just laying on the couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Because I don't want you to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punkin (matter of factly): But then I would be calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I laugh or cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-567088992745152690?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/567088992745152690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=567088992745152690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/567088992745152690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/567088992745152690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-my-my.html' title='Oh, my my.'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7877518187162580752</id><published>2009-02-06T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:01:59.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;a href="http://grshortstop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-never-known-that-kind-of-joy.html"&gt;Short Stop&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, and it looked like fun so I thought I would play along!  Here's a little about my experience when becoming a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Was your pregnancy planned&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes.   God's plans and our plans don't always match, so we had been planning for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Were you married at the time&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;What were your reactions&lt;/strong&gt;? Disbelief.  Excitement.  Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Was abortion an option for you&lt;/strong&gt;? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;How old were you&lt;/strong&gt;? 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;How did you find out you were pregnant&lt;/strong&gt;? Pregnancy tests.  Or possibly several, but that would be silly, so of course I didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Who did you tell first&lt;/strong&gt;?    Well, honestly, I told a lady at work because my husband wanted to wait to tell our families, and I just couldn't stand another second of not telling.    It was not my best moment.  But, we did tell my parents before everyone else with a big phone call on 3 way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Did you want to find out the sex&lt;/strong&gt;? No.  But my husband did.  So he did, and I didn't.  We had two rules to make that work.  He couldn't tease me about it, and he couldn't tell&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anyone&lt;/span&gt;.  Not even his mother.  And yes, he can actually keep a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;What was your due date&lt;/strong&gt;? May 1st, 2001.   She was born April 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYseJxCSl1I/AAAAAAAABCg/nVyWKGPj_bM/s1600-h/Pbirthfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYseJxCSl1I/AAAAAAAABCg/nVyWKGPj_bM/s320/Pbirthfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299362539662120786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Did you have morning sickness&lt;/strong&gt;? Some.  The smell of coffee was not enjoyable at all.  And I was so tired.  We had just moved to Colorado.  I've read since then that "they" advise to not get pregnant in the first 3 months if you move from sea level to high altitude, because your body is making extra blood for the altitude, and extra blood for the pregnancy.  I remember being so tired at work that I would have to concentrate on sitting up in my chair and staying awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;What did you crave&lt;/strong&gt;? Applesauce and cheese.   As in dipping the cheese into the applesauce.  I have no idea why I did that in the first place.  And I definitely don't eat it that way now - it's just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;What irritated you&lt;/strong&gt;? About being pregnant?  Heartburn.  Jumpy legs when I would try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;What was the sex of your first child&lt;/strong&gt;? A girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Did you wish you had the opposite sex of what you were getting&lt;/strong&gt;? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;? 35 lbs.  This was taken on April 14th - 12 days to go!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYseJ1YXRiI/AAAAAAAABCY/3i6I_Xd44Ik/s1600-h/Preg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYseJ1YXRiI/AAAAAAAABCY/3i6I_Xd44Ik/s320/Preg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299362540828444194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Did you have a baby shower&lt;/strong&gt;? Yes, at work and at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Were they a surprise&lt;/strong&gt;? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Did you have any complications during your pregnancy&lt;/strong&gt;? No.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Where did you give birth&lt;/strong&gt;? In a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;How many hours were you in labor&lt;/strong&gt;? 30.  12 of it was what I would call intense labor.  The first part I talked on the phone with my best friend from college for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Who drove you to the hospital&lt;/strong&gt;? My husband.  We went twice.  Once I was only 2 cm, so they sent me home.  The second time I vividly remember saying on the way, "I can't believe anyone does this again.  Ever.  Drugs, no drugs.  Don't care.  Not doing this again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Who watched you give birth&lt;/strong&gt;? I have the mental impression of being surrounded by people.  But the only ones I remember are my husband, my midwife, and a high school student who was doing some kind of career day thing.  They asked me at the last minute if she could watch and by then, I was past the point of caring and said yes.  She was standing back against the wall, but directly in my line of vision, so I remember her.  I didn't think to ask to meet her until much later, and by then she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Was it natural or c-section&lt;/strong&gt;? Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Did you take medication to ease the pain&lt;/strong&gt;? No.  I'm a drug-free birth crazy lady.  It was a great choice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;How much did your child weigh&lt;/strong&gt;? 8lbs 11 oz.  She was 22 1/2 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;When was your child actually born&lt;/strong&gt;? 8:46am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;What did you name him/her&lt;/strong&gt;? Why, Punkin of course!  :)  Ok, not really.    Since, I don't use their names, I'll tell you a little about how we chose.  Our last name is very common, so we wanted a first name that you didn't hear every day, but you could still find on a pencil at Walmart.  We found a name we both love the way it sounds.  Her middle name sounds great with it, and is also my best friend from college's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;How old is your first born today&lt;/strong&gt;? I'm not sure how - but she is 7!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7877518187162580752?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7877518187162580752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7877518187162580752' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7877518187162580752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7877518187162580752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-pregnancy.html' title='First Pregnancy'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYseJxCSl1I/AAAAAAAABCg/nVyWKGPj_bM/s72-c/Pbirthfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3822728987571893114</id><published>2009-02-05T06:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:46:30.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thinks</title><content type='html'>Out of the blue yesterday, Little Man asked me, "Does God even know our thinks?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3822728987571893114?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3822728987571893114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3822728987571893114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3822728987571893114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3822728987571893114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-thinks.html' title='Our Thinks'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4574880660192125527</id><published>2009-02-03T07:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:26:33.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learned this week'/><title type='text'>What I learned this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/about-2/what-i-learned-this-week"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj12/dcrdesign/What-I-Learned-This-Week.jpg" alt="" width="205" border="0" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musings of a Housewife is hosting a new carnival.  It sounds like fun, so I thought I would play along today.  Go &lt;a href="http://www.musingsofahousewife.com/2009/02/what-i-learned-this-week.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to play along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned this week:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I really like having deep spiritual conversations.  I knew I liked to have these conversations in person, but having them via email is just as fun.  It adds some energy to my step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I cannot work 60 hours in one month and keep up with the housework.  *sigh.  Be back in a second - I need to go start a load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I love Wii Outdoor Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My Punkin has had one of those weeks where she seems older.    I don't like it.   Well, I like it - I just don't like it.  I understand that makes no sense, but I also know you moms get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  It's really fun to go to lunch with a friend without kids.  I did this this week for the first time since Punkin was born.  I should do this more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-4574880660192125527?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4574880660192125527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4574880660192125527' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4574880660192125527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4574880660192125527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/musings-of-housewife-is-hosting-new.html' title='What I learned this week'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-888887862312450677</id><published>2009-02-01T08:18:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:34:24.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Here's to better late than never! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlights from our 2008 Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making stockings for the Denver Rescue Mission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CH6AV9I/AAAAAAAABCI/6CsyRuU4C0M/s1600-h/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CH6AV9I/AAAAAAAABCI/6CsyRuU4C0M/s320/stockings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849480362612690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making Sand Art brownie jars for the neighbors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW92z3vjtI/AAAAAAAABBI/y0a9BDq6_Qc/s1600-h/Browjars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW92z3vjtI/AAAAAAAABBI/y0a9BDq6_Qc/s320/Browjars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849286005853906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CIFE7aI/AAAAAAAABCA/2mYwoj7QJBY/s1600-h/SantaCame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CIFE7aI/AAAAAAAABCA/2mYwoj7QJBY/s320/SantaCame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849480409050530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids on Christmas morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-BSuMhfI/AAAAAAAABBo/whGzptVpehY/s1600-h/PandLM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-BSuMhfI/AAAAAAAABBo/whGzptVpehY/s320/PandLM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849466086000114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts for each other:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93F3dTBI/AAAAAAAABBg/31llSwMteLw/s1600-h/GiftsEachOther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93F3dTBI/AAAAAAAABBg/31llSwMteLw/s320/GiftsEachOther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849290836495378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh!  Got a paper cut!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-B22THoI/AAAAAAAABBw/7QPQFew_1UA/s1600-h/PaperCut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-B22THoI/AAAAAAAABBw/7QPQFew_1UA/s320/PaperCut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849475783663234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bandaid later - it's all better!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CN7KDcI/AAAAAAAABB4/BmnXV65XLL0/s1600-h/PCAllBetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CN7KDcI/AAAAAAAABB4/BmnXV65XLL0/s320/PCAllBetter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849481978056130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad moment:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93HWw7EI/AAAAAAAABBY/bWJDQCJXSNE/s1600-h/DadMoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93HWw7EI/AAAAAAAABBY/bWJDQCJXSNE/s320/DadMoment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849291236240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I say we don't need any more presents, I'm completely serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW923FPUII/AAAAAAAABBA/sOeE419d-wc/s1600-h/Aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW923FPUII/AAAAAAAABBA/sOeE419d-wc/s320/Aftermath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849286867767426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting a toy together with Dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93OV9cJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/QVA5edCI8Wc/s1600-h/BuildwDad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW93OV9cJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/QVA5edCI8Wc/s320/BuildwDad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849293111914642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with her new toy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-FU_S7DI/AAAAAAAABCQ/cmaHPGTpe9w/s1600-h/VPlayNin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-FU_S7DI/AAAAAAAABCQ/cmaHPGTpe9w/s320/VPlayNin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297849535414070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-888887862312450677?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/888887862312450677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=888887862312450677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/888887862312450677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/888887862312450677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/02/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SYW-CH6AV9I/AAAAAAAABCI/6CsyRuU4C0M/s72-c/stockings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7543304820225697728</id><published>2009-01-30T07:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:49:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mind</title><content type='html'>I've debated posting about this for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, the main point of my blog is for our families to see pictures of the kids and know what we are up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, the stimulus bill and Obama's ideals are not surprising.  He may have been vague with some details and a lot of practicality of how we are going to pay for things while he was campaigning, but he was crystal clear about his ideals.  And people voted for him anyway.  So, it must be what the people want.   I don't understand, but that is part of the beauty of the United States -we don't all have to agree.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my heart is just sinking at what I perceive to be foolish decisions.  And friends who can't find work,  and "solutions" that I believe will only lead to more of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not posting often because I am finding it hard to be light and carefree.  So, today I decided to post what I'm thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally reaping the "rewards" of making unwise choices, as a country feeling like we deserve more than we can afford, and a general lack of personal responsibility.  And, my heart aches for those who did not personally live this way who are being caught up in the consequences.  And I am not naive enough to think that my family is immune.  We have been through 2 layoffs during our marriage, once for about a year, so I know how hard it can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe with all of my heart that any stimulus package, and especially this stimulus package,  is not the solution.   I didn't think Bush's "package" was the answer, and I don't think this one is either.   I fully understand the desire to save us, and man, do I wish that I thought that this would do it.  But I just don't think this is the path we should be taking.   As Dr. Phil says, "You don't solve money problems with money."  All this does is postpone the inevitable and take our children and grandchildren down with us.  We have a debt problem and we are attempting to solve it with more debt.  To me, it feels like continuing to gamble on the horses to solve the problem of gambling too much on the horses.  We are praying for that "big win" that rarely comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours posted about the stimulus package, and I think he says it well.  I hope you will go read it &lt;a href="http://castlepinespolitics.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-for-stimulus-in-all-wrong.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7543304820225697728?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7543304820225697728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7543304820225697728' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7543304820225697728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7543304820225697728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-mind.html' title='On my mind'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4564448046089527400</id><published>2009-01-21T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:23:02.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>I was going through some pictures to send to Gram, and found this one of all the cousins.  Missing you guys today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SXegN2sjZSI/AAAAAAAABA0/he5vp73t9qg/s1600-h/Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SXegN2sjZSI/AAAAAAAABA0/he5vp73t9qg/s320/Cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293876046878434594" 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/770626500741738576-4564448046089527400?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4564448046089527400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4564448046089527400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4564448046089527400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4564448046089527400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SXegN2sjZSI/AAAAAAAABA0/he5vp73t9qg/s72-c/Cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-8041089150759504137</id><published>2009-01-11T16:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:54:31.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkin's Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>Playing Ode to Joy with her teacher on December 13, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SWqGkzi04AI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Qh3tl7Hp5mc/s1600-h/PunPRec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SWqGkzi04AI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Qh3tl7Hp5mc/s320/PunPRec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290188679169761282" 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/770626500741738576-8041089150759504137?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8041089150759504137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=8041089150759504137' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8041089150759504137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8041089150759504137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2009/01/punkins-piano-recital.html' title='Punkin&apos;s Piano Recital'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SWqGkzi04AI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Qh3tl7Hp5mc/s72-c/PunPRec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3270229868512184241</id><published>2008-12-31T19:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:17:50.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>I did this fun post &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;, and I enjoyed it and was surprised how many highlights the first sentence and one picture hits,  so here it is again.&lt;p&gt;The directions are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post the first sentence of your first blog post of each month.  You can also add a favorite picture from each month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/a&gt;  Ok, so we're a week into it, but I feel like I can finally say it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Man enjoying his Christmas present:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVw0-p7FujI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aB82YPslHLM/s1600-h/LMGame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVw0-p7FujI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aB82YPslHLM/s320/LMGame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286158313636346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel better.   Still tired, but better.  Thanks for all your sweet comments!  (This is actually a post about &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-to-school.html"&gt;Back to School&lt;/a&gt; after a short break.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting to go into the Monster Truck Rally:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrp7OWxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dtqY3Xia8Vw/s1600-h/MTOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrp7OWxI/AAAAAAAAA_U/dtqY3Xia8Vw/s320/MTOutside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286156887707769618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a unit on &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/03/native-americans.html"&gt;Native Americans&lt;/a&gt;, and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Pocahontas on our Native American night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrLidhII/AAAAAAAAA_E/XdEyzevhx-w/s1600-h/NASnuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrLidhII/AAAAAAAAA_E/XdEyzevhx-w/s320/NASnuggle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286156879550841986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm not a &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-im-not-public-school-mom.html"&gt;public school mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the elevator at the Nature &amp;amp; Science Museum:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrZpATHI/AAAAAAAAA_M/W1xgoJET-Y8/s1600-h/NSElev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzrZpATHI/AAAAAAAAA_M/W1xgoJET-Y8/s320/NSElev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286156883336383602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My Punkin is now 7.  And my only comment is &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-again-i-ask-how-did-this-happen.html"&gt;How Did This Happen&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geocaching fun:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVw08i99PPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/T7KnYT1geZg/s1600-h/GCTreas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVw08i99PPI/AAAAAAAAA_c/T7KnYT1geZg/s320/GCTreas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286158277409586418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiny-talk.html"&gt; Overheard&lt;/a&gt; while Punkin and Little Man were playing family:  (Wondering now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot cocoa on our camping trip:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzqKyGD-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/q316K0Oou3k/s1600-h/ColdMornHotCocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwzqKyGD-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/q316K0Oou3k/s320/ColdMornHotCocoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286156862168109026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html"&gt;4th of July&lt;/a&gt;, we went to Bandimere Speedway for the "Family Fun Day" and JetCar National Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punkin  and I enjoying a meal out:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzfXw_zI/AAAAAAAAA-s/PNbyi8o65k0/s1600-h/MeandV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzfXw_zI/AAAAAAAAA-s/PNbyi8o65k0/s320/MeandV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154823290388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-goal-getting-back-in-rhythm-of.html"&gt;neglecting my blog&lt;/a&gt; lately. As many of you have stated on your blog, time feels scarce, and it is easy for priorities to get out of whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Man mastering the two-wheeler:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzB53hlI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EklqyKhy2IA/s1600-h/LMBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzB53hlI/AAAAAAAAA-k/EklqyKhy2IA/s320/LMBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154815380358738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been studying the &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/tabernacle.html"&gt;tabernacle&lt;/a&gt; in our bible lessons this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids at my brother's wedding:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzNRvOnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JiloIDir6hI/s1600-h/kiddosWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzNRvOnI/AAAAAAAAA-c/JiloIDir6hI/s320/kiddosWed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154818433268338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people, I feel like an idiot.  How hard can it be?  (On Learning to be a &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-be-soccer-mom.html"&gt;soccer mom&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punkin and I  at the Gymnastics Extravaganza:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzArsl0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/cdDN4FAAKpc/s1600-h/UsGym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxzArsl0I/AAAAAAAAA-U/cdDN4FAAKpc/s320/UsGym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154815052486466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-must-be-getting-old.html"&gt;pet peeve&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man loved playing &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/12/soccer-party.html"&gt;soccer&lt;/a&gt; this fall.  Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Goofy picture at his soccer party:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxywVn3aI/AAAAAAAAA-M/htK6dtJNho0/s1600-h/LMGoofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVwxywVn3aI/AAAAAAAAA-M/htK6dtJNho0/s320/LMGoofy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286154810664934818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2008 has been a great year for us.  If it has not been for you, may 2009 be the best year yet!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3270229868512184241?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3270229868512184241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3270229868512184241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3270229868512184241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3270229868512184241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVw0-p7FujI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aB82YPslHLM/s72-c/LMGame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7403816728425887346</id><published>2008-12-30T21:29:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:49:10.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year from our family to yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite get the Christmas Letter out this year, so I opted for a New Year's letter instead.  Costco even sells photo card options with Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVr17cpwgHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/j7E9zk5HCaM/s1600-h/UsNYPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVr17cpwgHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/j7E9zk5HCaM/s320/UsNYPic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285807514325123186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our family's top ten things we are grateful for at the end of 2008 (with names changed):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;WeaverMom's brother, The Architect, got married in September!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To a beautiful lady named The Spanish Teacher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The picture of us is on the front of the church steps on their wedding day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;WeaverDad’s job stability.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;He is on a software rebuild team for a major collection industry company, enjoys most of his co-workers, and it is not too far from home.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Especially in times like these, we could not ask for anything more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The love for bike-riding.&lt;span style=""&gt;   Little Man &lt;/span&gt;mastered the “two-wheeler” this summer and Punkin loves to ride over “whoop-dee-dos”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve been on some fun family bike rides!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The continued privilege of homeschooling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Punkin is in 2nd grade and is beginning to read books to herself for fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Little Man is 4 and is starting to join us – he loves doing dot-to-dots and his math workbook.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Little Man's love of cars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he grows up, he is planning to be “a race car guy, and a motorcycle driver and a monster truck driver.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Last year, his list included “a monster truck guy with lotsa, lotsa FIRE!”, so Mom is happy that the fire is no longer part of the list.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Punkin's love of gymnastics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She loves it, and her favorite event is uneven bars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No stitches needed!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prior to 2008, the kids have had 30 stitches or staples between them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So far, in 2008, no accidents have required an ER visit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Little Man’s first soccer season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The boy &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For pictures of him playing, you can check out WeaverMom’s blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;WeaverMom's bookkeeping business is growing and she now has over 20 clients and a fantastic employee.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Wii.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, it’s not a life necessity by any stretch, but we love it and have had some fun family times playing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Punkin and Little Man especially enjoy racing each other on MarioKart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 4pt 0.25in; text-indent: -0.25in; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="MsoBodyText3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoBodyText3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 46:1-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7403816728425887346?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7403816728425887346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7403816728425887346' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7403816728425887346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7403816728425887346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SVr17cpwgHI/AAAAAAAAA-E/j7E9zk5HCaM/s72-c/UsNYPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1237280961807577822</id><published>2008-12-02T20:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:47:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Party</title><content type='html'>Little Man loved playing soccer this fall.  Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some snapshots of his end of season party:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      The cake:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-UajV9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/l05On1hFw74/s1600-h/LMSocCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-UajV9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/l05On1hFw74/s320/LMSocCake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405084143081426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goofy-ness:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-C0kTbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tUS3SZGEhGo/s1600-h/LMGoofy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-C0kTbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/tUS3SZGEhGo/s320/LMGoofy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405079420358066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trophy:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-lFIzPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vSGO-j1IHuI/s1600-h/LMTrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-lFIzPI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vSGO-j1IHuI/s320/LMTrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405088616664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/770626500741738576-1237280961807577822?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1237280961807577822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1237280961807577822' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1237280961807577822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1237280961807577822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/12/soccer-party.html' title='Soccer Party'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/STYA-UajV9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/l05On1hFw74/s72-c/LMSocCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4708182984068940818</id><published>2008-11-30T18:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:48:01.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be getting old</title><content type='html'>I have a new pet peeve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than one background noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?  It seems everywhere we go there is a TV and the radio playing - at the same time.  And at restaurants, there is also all the background noise of the other customers.   Even if I can physically hear, I can't even concentrate on the conversation at my table because my brain just processes noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm getting hopelessly old? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-4708182984068940818?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4708182984068940818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4708182984068940818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4708182984068940818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4708182984068940818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-must-be-getting-old.html' title='I must be getting old'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3297327313153131429</id><published>2008-10-19T16:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:42:00.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>Punkin loves gymnastics. Loves it!  Says she is going to be an Olympian.  Those of you who remember that I'm 6 feet tall and my hubby is 6'2" will understand why she adds that she is going to be the tallest women's gymnastic champion ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved watching the Olympics, and knew most of the team. She, of course, loves Nastia Lukin and Shawn Johnson. When she heard at her gym that they were coming to town with the &lt;a href="http://www.gymnasticssuperstars.com/"&gt;Tour of Gymnastics Superstars&lt;/a&gt;, she was beside herself with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we got the tickets through her gym, we were invited to go early for a special pre-event Q&amp;amp;A with Shawn Johnson and Paul Hamm.  They talked for a little bit and then took questions from the audience.  The questions were great - what is your worst event?  What do you eat?  Have you ever wanted to quit?  I was especially impressed with Shawn Johnson just because she is so young.  She was very poised, and obviously driven and passionate about gymnastics, but she also came across as very "normal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Here are Punkin and Neighbor Girl waiting for it to start:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34RHqmCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Bw7Y9tEBFU8/s1600-h/GrlGym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34RHqmCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Bw7Y9tEBFU8/s320/GrlGym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258999167181297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shawn Johnson taking pictures with some people who were out on the floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34TkmLcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Xcm9USHlu24/s1600-h/Shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34TkmLcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Xcm9USHlu24/s320/Shawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258999167839514050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready to begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34iRM9DI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1PdKT48eyys/s1600-h/GymLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34iRM9DI/AAAAAAAAAtE/1PdKT48eyys/s320/GymLarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258999171784700978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu343VYvFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/B1ZHgtlHsxQ/s1600-h/UsGym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu343VYvFI/AAAAAAAAAtM/B1ZHgtlHsxQ/s320/UsGym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258999177439394898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pictures of the event were horrible since I was not allowed to use my flash, but I wish some had turned out.   The rhythmic gymnasts and the men did some stunts where they hung onto fabric or rings and flew through the air.   It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are considering going when it comes to your area, I have a few additional comments.  It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; louder than I anticipated and we wished for earplugs.  One of the musical acts was...  tedious to sit through to be honest.  If gymnastics is the reason you would like to go, the 2nd half was much better than the 1st.    I was also a bit taken aback at the sexiness of the program.  I'm not sure how to describe this.   When I watch gymnastics on TV, it seems athletic to me, even though they are wearing the little outfits.  At this show, the mood of the costumes and some of the routines was different, and since she idolizes these girls so much, I was a touch uncomfortable with my 7 year old watching at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am still really glad that we went.  We had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3297327313153131429?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3297327313153131429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3297327313153131429' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3297327313153131429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3297327313153131429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/gymnastics-extravaganza.html' title='Gymnastics Extravaganza'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SPu34RHqmCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Bw7Y9tEBFU8/s72-c/GrlGym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5702734246469095201</id><published>2008-10-15T13:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:56:31.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day of Remembrance</title><content type='html'>October 15th is the National Day of Remembrance for pregnancy and infant loss.  This includes all babies who have died because of miscarriage, stillbirth, SIDS, or any other infant death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this includes you and you have ever felt alone, you must visit Angie's site &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-15.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.   The comments section is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5702734246469095201?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5702734246469095201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5702734246469095201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5702734246469095201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5702734246469095201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/national-day-of-remembrance.html' title='National Day of Remembrance'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-929489492881839941</id><published>2008-10-13T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:03:04.694-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>British!</title><content type='html'>We are studying the American Revolution right now.  We talked about "taxation without representation."   I was trying to get her to understand that the colonists felt it was unfair that they were required to follow rules when they had no say in what the rules were.  I may have asked her to think about how she might feel if one of us asked her to follow a rule she didn't have a say in and thought was unfair, and that maybe the colonists felt a similar way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad was recently setting a new rule with the kids.    Punkin was not thrilled with this rule, and was angry with him.  She turned to him and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"British!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more funny things kids say, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiny-talk-tuesday_13.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-929489492881839941?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/929489492881839941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=929489492881839941' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/929489492881839941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/929489492881839941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/british.html' title='British!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1269244077491170035</id><published>2008-10-01T15:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:50:34.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to be a soccer mom</title><content type='html'>Seriously, people, I feel like an idiot.  How hard can it be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, turns out - it can be amusing.  And make me feel like I'm back at DisneyWorld where I managed to lose 3 or 4 apartment keys in 6 weeks.   Oh, my lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are my "soccer-mom" tips in case you aren't there yet - maybe at least the amusingness won't be directed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Be sure you know where you are going.  Because if you think about it, the games won't always be at the same field because then you would only be playing one other team.  And that might get boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you miss the first practice, you will have very little idea what is going on.  But, you will also miss the snack sign up list, and it might be full by the 2nd practice, so you will not have to bring a snack.  One. less. thing. to. forget.  Could be a good thing.  I'm just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Do not assume that if you child does not have a game, there will still be practice.  Cause there might not be.  But, if you paid attention to number 1, you are safe.  Because you would know that there is no practice because you would realize that you have no idea where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Do NOT wait until 1/2 hour before it is time to leave to find the uniform and shinguards.  Because they might be in the washer.  Wet.  Which makes wearing the uniform and shinguards uncomfortable for your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Once again, let me repeat - be sure that you know where you are going.  Even if you have to take your older child to her activity first.  Otherwise, you will have to call a friend and ask her to please look up on the internet where you are supposed to be in 15 minutes.  It is ALWAYS a good idea to know where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   Be sure you get a coach that will call and remind you about picture day.   Because otherwise you might forget and your child will not be in the official uniform like all the other kids whose mom's are much better at being a soccer mom.  (Thanks, Coach, for the phone call.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Do not, I repeat, do not repeatedly mention how excited you are for your kid to be in their first soccer game.   You run the risk of the kid missing their first goal and crying for the REST of the 40 minute game because he is not very good at soccer.  Even if he is only 4, and no one expected him to be a soccer star.  Even if he IS pretty good at soccer.  Even if Dad is there.  Even if Dad repeatedly talks up being a team player and having fun.  The rest of the game, people.  You were warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Number 4 bears repeating.  Otherwise, you might do it 2 weeks IN A ROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1269244077491170035?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1269244077491170035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1269244077491170035' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1269244077491170035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1269244077491170035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning-to-be-soccer-mom.html' title='Learning to be a soccer mom'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5361559711162548715</id><published>2008-09-30T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:03:21.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>We got great news today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specialist sees no evidence of an abscess or a crack in her tooth.  We will go back in a few weeks to have x-rays done again to make sure, but today's appointment was very, very positive.    I am breathing a huge sigh of relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will still need to take the next steps about getting the chipped part repaired, but I am so grateful she does not need a root canal at this point!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying for her and for me.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-5361559711162548715?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5361559711162548715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5361559711162548715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5361559711162548715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5361559711162548715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7331375915474395955</id><published>2008-09-29T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:56:29.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...  phooey.</title><content type='html'>So, phooey is not really what I'm thinking, but I'm trying to keep it Godly over here in my corner of cyber-space, so let's pretend, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist is sending us to a specialist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW - it doesn't look that bad.  But, evidentially it's possible that the impact did some damage to the blood vessels close to the root of the tooth, and he sees what may be the very beginning of an abscess.  So, we are off tomorrow to go see a dentist that specializes in root canals, because root canals are tricky on 7 yr old front teeth.  Learn something new everyday around here.  The doctor tomorrow will confirm or deny that an abscess is beginning, and either do a root canal or not based on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray the root canal won't be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist today also said that the tooth is "shakier" in her mouth than it should be and it is possible that the tooth is cracked.  It was not obvious on the x-ray, but there was a spot he was concerned about.  He said, "If the tooth is cracked, I don't know what you do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that comforting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the specialist tomorrow should be able to tell us more.  And, I'm sure you know what I'm hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this, being the all-knowing SuperMom that I am (HA!) - today on the way to the dentist, I promised my very nervous kid that I would not let anyone pull her tooth.  Oh, I hope I am able to keep that promise.  I did not realize that I was making a hasty promise - I really thought we go in today and they would repair that little bit of chipped tooth and off we would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom in me is surprisingly shaken by this turn of events.  I know in my mind that I am grateful that it is not her neck that was broken - because it was a nasty wreck.  I know I should be grateful to live in a time where so many options are available, and where there is such a thing as a root canal specialist. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Did anyone want to be that when they grew up?  Can you imagine someone asking you what you do at a Christmas party?  That has to be worse than admitting you are an IRS agent.) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And I know there are so much worse things that befall many children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in my heart, I just don't want my 7 year old to have a root canal.  Or lose her permanent tooth before she has had it a full year.  I just don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7331375915474395955?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7331375915474395955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7331375915474395955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7331375915474395955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7331375915474395955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-phooey.html' title='Well...  phooey.'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-8276138041547029606</id><published>2008-09-27T16:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:32:34.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sidewalk Meets the Tooth --</title><content type='html'>And the sidewalk wins!  One permanent front tooth chipped at the bottom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SN6wcxVgSNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BDWIOXrFemU/s1600-h/ChipTth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SN6wcxVgSNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BDWIOXrFemU/s320/ChipTth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250828223886936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the chin, and the shoulder, elbow, wrist &amp;amp; knuckles didn't fare too well either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a big hill at our neighborhood park.  Punkin loves to careen down the hill on her bike, over a bridge and up a little hill to the main part of the park.  After doing this 60 or 70 times over the past month, this week she careened down the big hill and across the bridge beautifully, but on the little uphill, a cat-tail lying on the sidewalk caused her bike to stop - but she did not.  She sailed over the handlebars and into the sidewalk.  Thankfully, she had her helmet on and down on her forehead low enough that the helmet protected her nose and the rest of her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thrilled about the chipped tooth since it is one of her permanent ones.    However, as bad as the wreck was, I'm extremely grateful that the tooth is the only thing that is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the dentist Monday to find out what the next step is.   I don't think it looks too bad, actually.  But, the enamel is gone on the bottom which will need to fixed somehow since it is causing her some pain - especially when she drinks something cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, this is a good reminder that my annoying over-protectiveness about the helmet being on and being 2 finger widths from her eyebrows paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Course the other option might be to not let her careen down big hills.   Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-8276138041547029606?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/8276138041547029606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=8276138041547029606' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8276138041547029606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/8276138041547029606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/sidewalk-meets-tooth.html' title='The Sidewalk Meets the Tooth --'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SN6wcxVgSNI/AAAAAAAAAss/BDWIOXrFemU/s72-c/ChipTth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4064180719351946886</id><published>2008-09-22T22:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:37:27.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>Little Man has been begging to play soccer for awhile now, and he is finally old enough to be on the team that does not require a Saturday commitment. He is having a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first game was this past week, and I have to admit it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; like herding cats than I anticipated. The point is to learn the game. They play 4 on 4, go in and out as they please as long as only 4 players are on the field at a time, the boundaries are not strictly enforced, and they don't keep score. I think it's perfect for 4 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand - it was like herding cats. But, at least the "cats" understood that the point was to get the ball in the goal. Which goal was somewhat of a mystery to some ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man had a hard first game - seems I might have talked up the first soccer game a little much. *sigh*  Oops - when will Mom learn?? But, toward the end of the game, he finally got in there and played some, and he even made the last goal of the game. Whoo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's number 3. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyK0nHE8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/WVjE75pzJyk/s1600-h/Soc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyK0nHE8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/WVjE75pzJyk/s320/Soc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070895947256770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyK9y3r4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/GDuMCm3t2ok/s1600-h/Soc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyK9y3r4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/GDuMCm3t2ok/s320/Soc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070898412498818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyLESVIjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fVFF0wGUJYk/s1600-h/Soc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyLESVIjI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fVFF0wGUJYk/s320/Soc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070900155064882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Little Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-4064180719351946886?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4064180719351946886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4064180719351946886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4064180719351946886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4064180719351946886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-soccer-game.html' title='First Soccer Game'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNhyK0nHE8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/WVjE75pzJyk/s72-c/Soc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-4833535913856584763</id><published>2008-09-16T21:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:09:10.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>The wedding was beautiful!  Here is the happy couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNB0dezyqgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gy0tc5m_8bo/s1600-h/A_ST_Wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNB0dezyqgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gy0tc5m_8bo/s320/A_ST_Wed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246821615721949698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the happy kiddos:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNB0c2fJ6QI/AAAAAAAAArs/s-h4AAsk-w8/s1600-h/kiddosWed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNB0c2fJ6QI/AAAAAAAAArs/s-h4AAsk-w8/s320/kiddosWed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246821604897974530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would you believe that my Little Man wore his suit for the entire reception too.  He loves his "manly suit."  (He thought of that name, not me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-4833535913856584763?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/4833535913856584763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=4833535913856584763' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4833535913856584763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/4833535913856584763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNB0dezyqgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/gy0tc5m_8bo/s72-c/A_ST_Wed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1128987836921030072</id><published>2008-09-14T05:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T05:03:01.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Commonplace Life</title><content type='html'>A commonplace life, we say and we sigh,&lt;br /&gt;But why do we sigh as we say?&lt;br /&gt;The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky&lt;br /&gt;Makes up the commonplace day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon and the stars are commonplace things&lt;br /&gt;And the flower that blooms and the bird that sings;&lt;br /&gt;But dark were the world and sad our lot,&lt;br /&gt;If the flowers failed and the sun shone not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God who studies each separate soul&lt;br /&gt;Out of commonplace lives makes His beautiful whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://chi.gospelcom.net/DAILYF/2002/03/daily-03-28-2002.shtml"&gt;F.W. Boreham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1128987836921030072?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1128987836921030072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1128987836921030072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1128987836921030072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1128987836921030072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/commonplace-life.html' title='A Commonplace Life'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5399099963480887621</id><published>2008-09-12T20:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:17:17.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my boy!</title><content type='html'>In his cozy hideaway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SMsinrIWWAI/AAAAAAAAArk/dfiVy8zJP64/s1600-h/LMCozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SMsinrIWWAI/AAAAAAAAArk/dfiVy8zJP64/s320/LMCozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245324255991060482" 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/770626500741738576-5399099963480887621?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5399099963480887621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5399099963480887621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5399099963480887621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5399099963480887621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-my-boy.html' title='That&apos;s my boy!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SMsinrIWWAI/AAAAAAAAArk/dfiVy8zJP64/s72-c/LMCozy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1690331931452905194</id><published>2008-09-09T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:00:00.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lifted this from &lt;a href="http://texasknights.wordpress.com/2008/06/11/50-odd-things-about-me/"&gt;Knightly Chats&lt;/a&gt; awhile back.   Hope you enjoy!  Let me know if you do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like blue cheese?&lt;/span&gt; sometimes.  There is a salad at Outback Steakhouse with blue cheese in it that I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever smoked?&lt;/span&gt; yes.   Oh, those crazy days with The Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own a gun ? &lt;/span&gt;my husband does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?&lt;/span&gt; none  (I don't drink soda - how weird am I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get nervous before dr. appts ? &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of hot dogs? &lt;/span&gt;I have to not think about it too hard.  I rarely serve them to the kids, so they think they are a very special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt; Silent Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you prefer to drink in the morning? &lt;/span&gt;milk or orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you do push ups?&lt;/span&gt; one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you order at Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt; White hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;/span&gt; my engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite hobby?&lt;/span&gt; Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you eat your eggs?&lt;/span&gt; Scrambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the most daring thing you have ever done? &lt;/span&gt;Scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s one trait that you hate about yourself? &lt;/span&gt;Inability to gracefully accept criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Middle name?&lt;/span&gt; Wouldn't you like to know?  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.&lt;/span&gt;  1-I should go to bed. 2-Maybe soon. 3-Sleep sounds lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;/span&gt; nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Three drinks you regularly drink?&lt;/span&gt; milk, water, um... that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current worry right now?&lt;/span&gt; Getting ready for our trip to see family and see my brother get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current hate right now? &lt;/span&gt;  Not what my blog is about, and I might be getting myself in trouble.  But to be honest, I hate the fact that, judging from the amount of press and close poll results at the moment,  people in America are actually planning to vote for a presidential candidate because the man can give a great speech.  No one seems to care if he can actually run a country and not get us killed or make us broke.    The idea that he could be our next president literally gives me chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt; The ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you bring in the New Years? &lt;/span&gt;Um...  I've forgotten.  So most likely sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where would you like to go? &lt;/span&gt;Italy.  Australia.  China.  Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name three people who will complete this.&lt;/span&gt; Skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you own slippers?&lt;/span&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt; A Java t-shirt my husband gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;/span&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/span&gt; Sort of but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt; Black.  Hey, it's slimming.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be a pirate?&lt;/span&gt; I don't think so.  I don't think I'm mean enough, and stealing is not my thing.  The exploring part sounds fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What songs do you sing in the shower? &lt;/span&gt; I don't sing in the shower.  It's my only peace and quiet and I try hard to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite girl’s name? &lt;/span&gt;Punkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite boy’s name?&lt;/span&gt; Little Mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s in your pocket right now?&lt;/span&gt; no pockets.  I've got my jammies on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/span&gt; Playing Trouble with Little Man, and his little dance when he sends me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;/span&gt; The only ones I remember were Hollie Hobbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst injury you’ve ever had?&lt;/span&gt; A broken collar bone from a car accident.  I have a metal plate with 5 screws.    Want to feel the screw tops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you love where you live?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many TV’s do you have?&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your loudest friend? &lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many dogs do you have?&lt;/span&gt; None.  My hubby is allergic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you thrilled about right now?&lt;/span&gt; My brother got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, who has the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite book? &lt;/span&gt;Oh, wow!  I don't think I could possibly pick just one.    My favorite that I have read in the last 3 months is Breathe by Keri Kent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite candy? &lt;/span&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Sports Team?&lt;/span&gt;   Does Michael Phelps count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;  Amazing Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;/span&gt; sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? &lt;/span&gt;What time is it?  Are we late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1690331931452905194?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1690331931452905194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1690331931452905194' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1690331931452905194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1690331931452905194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-lifted-this-from-knightly-chats.html' title=''/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-697515719084711501</id><published>2008-09-07T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:00:00.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puritans</title><content type='html'>In our study of the Puritans who settled Boston, we talked about how much they valued education.  Punkin made this cardboard hornbook:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLZDHC2mJFI/AAAAAAAAArU/VI98CNiU0u4/s1600-h/Horn_book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLZDHC2mJFI/AAAAAAAAArU/VI98CNiU0u4/s320/Horn_book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239449004796159058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder what the Puritans would think of computers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-697515719084711501?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/697515719084711501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=697515719084711501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/697515719084711501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/697515719084711501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/puritans.html' title='Puritans'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLZDHC2mJFI/AAAAAAAAArU/VI98CNiU0u4/s72-c/Horn_book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3726380706232470536</id><published>2008-09-05T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:00:00.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother and his soon-to-be-wife</title><content type='html'>My brother's wedding is very soon, and they have a very interesting "how we met" story.  I love it, so I thought I would share today in honor of their special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some background.  His soon-to-be-wife, (let's call her The Spanish Teacher, since she is, in fact, a Spanish teacher) was a bit of a not-unpleasant surprise to her mother.  Her mom was 46 years old when she found that she was expecting, and The Spanish Teacher's closest sibling was 19 (I think) when she was born.  So, her mom and my grandmother are almost the same age - only a year apart, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents changed churches a few years ago, and made friends with another couple.  This foursome would frequently go to church, and then go out to eat.  Turns out the wife of this couple is The Spanish Teacher's sister.  They would talk about their families.  And they began to realize how much The Spanish Teacher and my brother (let's call him The Architect - I'll let you wonder why) have in common.  They lived in the same town.  They enjoy art.  They enjoy music.  They sing in their church choir.  And several other similarities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my mom is not the "meddling" type.  But, she finally called The Architect and asked him to take The Spanish Teacher for coffee.  Anything after that was completely up to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest, as they say, is history in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my brother was set up on a blind date by his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt;, and they are getting married.  It just makes me giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, may I add, they could not have picked a better woman for my brother.  They are just perfect together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3726380706232470536?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3726380706232470536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3726380706232470536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3726380706232470536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3726380706232470536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-and-his-soon-to-be-wife.html' title='My brother and his soon-to-be-wife'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5145464140335921881</id><published>2008-09-03T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:00:00.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bug!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorites was in our yard recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY4wlIOd5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CaPhO2s-Uqk/s1600-h/Mantis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY4wlIOd5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CaPhO2s-Uqk/s320/Mantis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239437623743641490" 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/770626500741738576-5145464140335921881?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5145464140335921881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5145464140335921881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5145464140335921881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5145464140335921881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bug.html' title='It&apos;s a bug!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY4wlIOd5I/AAAAAAAAAq0/CaPhO2s-Uqk/s72-c/Mantis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-9082053494326714068</id><published>2008-09-01T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T07:00:01.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabernacle</title><content type='html'>We've been studying the tabernacle in our bible lessons this month. We used Activity 219 on &lt;a href="http://gospelhall.org/downloads/children-bible-activities-crafts--printable-games.html"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt; to make our own. Punkin did most of the work herself! I helped mostly with instructions on how to put it together and where to place the items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the ark of the covenant, the things that were placed inside it, and the curtain that divided the Holy Tent from the Holy of Holies.  I had to take them out of the Holy Tent to get a good picture.  (As an aside, it is one of my favorite parts of Scripture that in the Old Testament God lives with His people in the Holy of Holies. But, when Jesus dies, there is a violent earthquake, the sky becomes dark, and the curtain rips completely open from top to bottom. I love the symbolism - that because of Jesus there is no longer a curtain needed between us and God, no longer a Holy of Holies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt; needed because Jesus now lives in our hearts.  I just love it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7aTrNxuI/AAAAAAAAArE/A8NQnMSg0cg/s1600-h/TabernacleArk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7aTrNxuI/AAAAAAAAArE/A8NQnMSg0cg/s320/TabernacleArk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239440539636319970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the outer room of the Holy Tent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7auepxEI/AAAAAAAAArM/44nUOwiwAGs/s1600-h/TabernacleFront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7auepxEI/AAAAAAAAArM/44nUOwiwAGs/s320/TabernacleFront.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239440546831385666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  whole Tabernacle:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7aST-K_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/abuDb5lUxo8/s1600-h/Whole-Tabernacle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7aST-K_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/abuDb5lUxo8/s320/Whole-Tabernacle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239440539270392818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This project was definitely one of my favorite things that we have been able to do!&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/770626500741738576-9082053494326714068?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/9082053494326714068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=9082053494326714068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9082053494326714068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/9082053494326714068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/09/tabernacle.html' title='Tabernacle'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY7aTrNxuI/AAAAAAAAArE/A8NQnMSg0cg/s72-c/TabernacleArk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2656513606413785591</id><published>2008-08-30T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T05:54:12.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ant Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My Punkin loves to draw. So, one of the things that I want to incorporate into our homeschool is a nature journal. (If you want to know more about nature journaling, there is a great post about it &lt;a href="http://kellishouse.blogspot.com/2006/05/nature-journaling.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first nature walk was a success. We have a path that goes behind our home, and we walk it frequently. We took her journal, the kids hopped on their bikes, and away we went. Punkin found an anthill right away that she liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the anthill:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIs3AqfzJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-3mDANZdQCg/s1600-h/AntHill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238298640167980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIs3AqfzJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-3mDANZdQCg/s320/AntHill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is her drawing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240277586955290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLk0s37pRaI/AAAAAAAAArc/PTiwHC3gyqA/s320/Journal_Ant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY2ncNqO8I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZmJleBLqXYo/s1600-h/Journal_Ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the little ants she included!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2656513606413785591?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2656513606413785591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2656513606413785591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2656513606413785591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2656513606413785591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/ant-hill.html' title='The Ant Hill'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIs3AqfzJI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-3mDANZdQCg/s72-c/AntHill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2589189573157985185</id><published>2008-08-28T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:00:00.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado sighting excitement</title><content type='html'>The kids and I were on a bike ride around the trail that goes behind our home, when one of my neighbors yells, "Hey, WeaverMom, see the tornado?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;??    It wasn't even stormy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there it was:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY0U71wkPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ytKX4Qw_qqA/s1600-h/Torna_do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY0U71wkPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ytKX4Qw_qqA/s320/Torna_do.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239432750757351666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were far enough way that we were able to watch it for awhile.  It was fascinating!  I wasn't sure if we should be outside watching it to see if it came toward us, or if we should be inside hiding.  The kids and I did come inside and go to the basement for about 10 minutes when it passed the closest to us.  But, it went another direction, and no one was injured  there, thankfully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would see a tornado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2589189573157985185?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2589189573157985185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2589189573157985185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2589189573157985185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2589189573157985185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/tornado-sighting-excitement.html' title='Tornado sighting excitement'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLY0U71wkPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ytKX4Qw_qqA/s72-c/Torna_do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3068106331817724108</id><published>2008-08-26T20:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:55:07.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLTB9Bwku3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/6H6NGelG1KA/s1600-h/closign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLTB9Bwku3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/6H6NGelG1KA/s320/closign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239025520727079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a sign in our neighborhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July:&lt;br /&gt;"The intersection of Main and Cross Street will be closed until the end of July.  Please use alternate route."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August:&lt;br /&gt;"The intersection of Main and Cross Street will be closed until the end of August.  Please use alternate route."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;"The intersection of Main and Cross Street will be closed until further notice.  Please use alternate route."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, this cracked me up.  I appreciate the honesty - somehow to me it says, "you know, we have no idea when we will be able to finish working on this road.  Stop asking."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3068106331817724108?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3068106331817724108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3068106331817724108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3068106331817724108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3068106331817724108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighborhood-sign.html' title='Neighborhood Sign'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLTB9Bwku3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/6H6NGelG1KA/s72-c/closign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2869784373861906366</id><published>2008-08-24T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:47:35.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Height of Vanity... or I Got a Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But, hey, I resolved every other day for a month, and this is what is on my mind.  *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I guess I could have at least brushed it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIp4QL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DJ7TiuJ0x5g/s1600-h/B4Cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIp4QL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DJ7TiuJ0x5g/s320/B4Cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238295362979984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIp4eA8O2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hE4imxbXzCs/s1600-h/AfterCut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIp4eA8O2I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hE4imxbXzCs/s320/AfterCut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238295366691732322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not all my grays are covered, but I think it's a great improvement!  Don't you love it when you love your haircut??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2869784373861906366?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2869784373861906366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2869784373861906366' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2869784373861906366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2869784373861906366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/height-of-vanity-or-i-got-haircut.html' title='The Height of Vanity... or I Got a Haircut'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SLIp4QL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/DJ7TiuJ0x5g/s72-c/B4Cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2226232949053983814</id><published>2008-08-22T07:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:28:47.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Summer Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-mThFiRI/AAAAAAAAApk/Ni_b8-qf4Fg/s1600-h/PBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-mThFiRI/AAAAAAAAApk/Ni_b8-qf4Fg/s320/PBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237332981961820434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-m7IYUKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/viC4gFiJ6-s/s1600-h/LMBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-m7IYUKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/viC4gFiJ6-s/s320/LMBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237332992595611810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The neighborhood bike posse:&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/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-mlF83UI/AAAAAAAAAps/cSTptVPtlwg/s1600-h/NeighBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-mlF83UI/AAAAAAAAAps/cSTptVPtlwg/s320/NeighBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237332986679844162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/770626500741738576-2226232949053983814?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2226232949053983814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2226232949053983814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2226232949053983814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2226232949053983814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-summer-fun.html' title='More Summer Fun!'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SK6-mThFiRI/AAAAAAAAApk/Ni_b8-qf4Fg/s72-c/PBike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-82567383793704579</id><published>2008-08-19T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:26:03.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punkin working hard on her math:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAVEgOacI/AAAAAAAAApc/xpOcLRvLdcM/s1600-h/PBacktoSchool.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAVEgOacI/AAAAAAAAApc/xpOcLRvLdcM/s320/PBacktoSchool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236420091222845890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Little Man makes our snacks (with a little taste test, of course):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAU6sHwLI/AAAAAAAAApU/CBoWWDd2zlo/s1600-h/LMMakingSnack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAU6sHwLI/AAAAAAAAApU/CBoWWDd2zlo/s320/LMMakingSnack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236420088588386482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAU_2EV4I/AAAAAAAAApM/PfrtAlmPnDk/s1600-h/Snack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAU_2EV4I/AAAAAAAAApM/PfrtAlmPnDk/s320/Snack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236420089972283266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a good 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/770626500741738576-82567383793704579?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/82567383793704579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=82567383793704579' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/82567383793704579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/82567383793704579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKuAVEgOacI/AAAAAAAAApc/xpOcLRvLdcM/s72-c/PBacktoSchool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-2038163716731997057</id><published>2008-08-18T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:00:02.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Town Joys</title><content type='html'>At the top of the list of small town joys are county parades. Punkin and Little Man wanted to march in this year's parade with their gymnastics class. Aren't they having fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Please forgive my poor editing - I didn't want to post the name of their gymnastics place, and I still have a lot to learn about Phot*osh*op.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0rqkBYhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pLJqXY-0ywM/s1600-h/PParade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0rqkBYhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pLJqXY-0ywM/s320/PParade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235351754094240274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0r-lccdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gcvZtsIE5bA/s1600-h/GParade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0r-lccdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/gcvZtsIE5bA/s320/GParade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235351759468917202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't comfortable with Little Man walking without me (he is the youngest in his class by over a year), so I walked with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0r_S6lHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vwgLVofAbMo/s1600-h/GMeParade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0r_S6lHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vwgLVofAbMo/s320/GMeParade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235351759659635826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was a beautiful summer day.   The kids had a wonderful time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-2038163716731997057?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/2038163716731997057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=2038163716731997057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2038163716731997057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/2038163716731997057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-town-joys.html' title='Small Town Joys'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKe0rqkBYhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/pLJqXY-0ywM/s72-c/PParade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6597967112299396375</id><published>2008-08-17T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:53:42.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty, oh, so pretty</title><content type='html'>For those of you viewing in a reader, hop on over and check out my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;new look&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so happy to have found something I like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6597967112299396375?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6597967112299396375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6597967112299396375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6597967112299396375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6597967112299396375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-pretty-oh-so-pretty.html' title='I feel pretty, oh, so pretty'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7064590310830970602</id><published>2008-08-17T07:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T07:02:01.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice what's missing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see what's missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew--ff5II/AAAAAAAAAno/4_isIU2fmM0/s1600-h/LMWhatMissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew--ff5II/AAAAAAAAAno/4_isIU2fmM0/s320/LMWhatMissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235347687814980738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another hint:  Daddy had to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew_ey8m6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/84K6jwgUX5g/s1600-h/LMGettingReadyBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew_ey8m6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/84K6jwgUX5g/s320/LMGettingReadyBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235347696486488994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  You guessed it!  No more training wheels!   WeaverDad took the training wheels off and away he went.   On his 10th day without the training wheels, he was doing little wheelies.  Every day, it takes him less than 10 minutes upon waking to say, "Can we go outside and ride bikes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     So proud of himself!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew_BXaqPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oIHAYRb2fcs/s1600-h/LMSOProud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew_BXaqPI/AAAAAAAAAnw/oIHAYRb2fcs/s320/LMSOProud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235347688586389746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now if he could get up to 40 pounds so he can be out of the 5 point car seat and into a booster, he would feel that his big boy transition is complete.  He's got 4 pounds to go, and weighs himself almost daily.   Gotta love that sweet, crazy kid!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7064590310830970602?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7064590310830970602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7064590310830970602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7064590310830970602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7064590310830970602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/notice-whats-missing.html' title='Notice what&apos;s missing?'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKew--ff5II/AAAAAAAAAno/4_isIU2fmM0/s72-c/LMWhatMissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6685019722330957126</id><published>2008-08-15T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:07:15.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the chaaa- pel...</title><content type='html'>'Cause my brother's getting maaarr-ied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kiddos get to be in the ceremony.  Here's a picture from our "make sure it all fits and we have everything we need" time today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKZf_7UMsOI/AAAAAAAAAng/GSeEd_ElJpw/s1600-h/BothWedDress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKZf_7UMsOI/AAAAAAAAAng/GSeEd_ElJpw/s320/BothWedDress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234977168723587298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's only 7, ya'll!!  Doesn't she look like such a big girl??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6685019722330957126?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6685019722330957126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6685019722330957126' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6685019722330957126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6685019722330957126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-to-chaaa-pel.html' title='Going to the chaaa- pel...'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SKZf_7UMsOI/AAAAAAAAAng/GSeEd_ElJpw/s72-c/BothWedDress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-213923394952639090</id><published>2008-08-14T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:22:58.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new goal &amp; getting back in the rhythm of school</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog lately.  As many of you have stated on your blog, time feels scarce, and it is easy for priorities to get out of whack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, part of the joy of the blog for me is the journaling aspect of it.  I love going back and seeing what we were up to a year ago, a month ago.  And since scrapbooking is totally out of the question for me at this stage of life, blogging works for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I have made a personal resolution to do the best I can to post every other day for the next month - even if it is only one sentence.  Gotta get back in the habit - Hold me to it, ladies.  (smile) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started back to school on August 4th.  I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it.  I've been doing a lot of deep thinking (amazing, I know!) over the summer months about whether I should continue homeschooling Punkin, whether Weaver is still the best fit for our family, what is God calling me to, how to carve out some healthy time for my soul to be renewed and refreshed.  I've been doing a lot of reading about simplicity and simple living - but that is a post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back to school.  I love seeing the kids' faces as they get things.  Punkin's progress over the summer in reading has been amazing, and her love for learning is more obvious than it has ever been.  For example, today school consisted of a quick summary and some reading from Exodus 21-23.   That's the laws God gave Moses after the 10 Commandments.  The point of today's lesson was that there were a lot of laws, God cares about the choices we make, and the Israelites said they would obey.  Then we did a little U.S. History and talked about the geography of the U.S. a little bit.  I thought it was pretty boring day, actually.  No experiments or activities - just us talking.  A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when during our nightly "high-low" game, she said school today was her favorite thing.  And she had friends over this afternoon, so it wasn't that the rest of the day was even more boring.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started back volunteering today.  (We set the tables at the Senior Center for their noon meal.  We did this one day a week last year, but this year we will be doing that once a month.)  We took the month of July off, so it has been awhile since we were there.  It was good to see friends, and I had forgotten how much I enjoy it.  I enjoy being around older people.  One of the men has especially captured my heart.  He lost his wife in January - she had severe dementia and had not been able to remember him for awhile.  He is almost completely blind.  But, he has a very warm personality, and despite his vision, he can play the piano beautifully.  I haven't asked him yet, but he plays well enough that I imagine it was how he made his living at one time.   One of the ladies is especially fond of Little Man, and as a mom, I really enjoy her gushing over him.  Punkin is a huge help, and is doing more and more without having to be asked.  I love seeing that, and I think it makes her feel like such a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I have a 2nd grader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-213923394952639090?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/213923394952639090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=213923394952639090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/213923394952639090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/213923394952639090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-goal-getting-back-in-rhythm-of.html' title='A new goal &amp; getting back in the rhythm of school'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7715344776031482220</id><published>2008-08-05T07:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:21:12.827-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Tiny Talk</title><content type='html'>We have a tree in our backyard that has a broken branch on it, and the leaves on that branch are dead.  I was looking out the window during supper the other night, and we had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  That tree branch is starting to bother me. &lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad:  So, why don't you do something about it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  (very excitedly)  I know what you can do!  Just don't look at it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more funny things kids say, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiny-talk-tuesday.html"&gt;Not Before 7.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7715344776031482220?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7715344776031482220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7715344776031482220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7715344776031482220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7715344776031482220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiny-talk.html' title='Tiny Talk'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-3461230160456035778</id><published>2008-07-29T19:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:08:55.888-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Talk'/><title type='text'>Tiny Talk</title><content type='html'>My kiddos are still in the "knock, knock" phase.  Their favorite one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting cow.&lt;br /&gt;Interru..&lt;br /&gt;MOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of variations, such as:&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Interru..&lt;br /&gt;Hee-Haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is one Punkin made up:&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;Interrupting nose.&lt;br /&gt;Interru..&lt;br /&gt;Ah-Choo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Does this dinner conversation have a &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2007/03/chicken.html"&gt;familiar ring&lt;/a&gt; to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  I'm eating my chicken.&lt;br /&gt;WeaverDad:  It's not chicken, it's fish.&lt;br /&gt;Little Man:  (pause) You mean this swimmed in the water?  (Complete with hand motions of a fish swimming.)&lt;br /&gt;Punkin:  Well, it did swimmed, but now it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish writing could do the dead comment justice.  It was so matter-of-fact, it just cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, why isn't it swimmed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more funny things kids say, check out Mary's site at &lt;a href="http://notbefore7.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiny-talk-tuesday_28.html"&gt;Not Before 7&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-3461230160456035778?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/3461230160456035778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=3461230160456035778' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3461230160456035778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/3461230160456035778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiny-talk.html' title='Tiny Talk'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-6497114420240676827</id><published>2008-07-21T20:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:31:24.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>I came across this quote and really like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our main business is not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Carlyle&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-6497114420240676827?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/6497114420240676827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=6497114420240676827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6497114420240676827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/6497114420240676827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-5086569077919713645</id><published>2008-07-06T07:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:27:34.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>For the 4th of July, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.bandimere.com/index.php"&gt;Bandimere Speedway&lt;/a&gt; for the "Family Fun Day" and JetCar National Race.  (More &lt;a href="http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/02/monster-truck-jam.html"&gt;Little Man heaven&lt;/a&gt;.  :)  )There were other race cars as well, and booths with a pie-eating contest, a watermelon contest, a magic show, lots of food, jumpy castles and other family events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are WeaverDad and the kids.  (Little Man calls this style of cars with the thing on the hood  "engine cars". )&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhZrRUccI/AAAAAAAAAnU/evi4HYAMsA4/s1600-h/RedEngCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhZrRUccI/AAAAAAAAAnU/evi4HYAMsA4/s320/RedEngCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919799350751682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are with the only female driver of a Jet Car.  She and her husband both race.  Her car is called the "Her-icane".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhQdPdqiI/AAAAAAAAAms/eWZ8GKfjHvI/s1600-h/Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhQdPdqiI/AAAAAAAAAms/eWZ8GKfjHvI/s320/Fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919640966048290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the kids in her husband's car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRMzQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TAOu9EiRJLk/s1600-h/MagShow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRT-LM1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/4BtiYMkeE2s/s1600-h/PurCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRT-LM1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/4BtiYMkeE2s/s320/PurCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919655657485138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punkin got to be an assistant in a magic show!  This  and the fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;were the highlight of her 4th of July.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRMzQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TAOu9EiRJLk/s1600-h/MagShow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRMzQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TAOu9EiRJLk/s320/MagShow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919653732674930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are two of the jet cars in action:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRMzQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TAOu9EiRJLk/s1600-h/MagShow.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhQjQ-hYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SukYFsJFFps/s1600-h/JetCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhQjQ-hYI/AAAAAAAAAm0/SukYFsJFFps/s320/JetCar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919642583008642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drag car race.  Can you tell how far you can see?  Way in the background -&lt;br /&gt;that's Denver.  We could see at least 6 firework shows from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRtf6UsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ukWfMBiSh00/s1600-h/Race1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhRtf6UsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ukWfMBiSh00/s320/Race1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219919662509871810" 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/770626500741738576-5086569077919713645?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/5086569077919713645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=5086569077919713645' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5086569077919713645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/5086569077919713645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SHDhZrRUccI/AAAAAAAAAnU/evi4HYAMsA4/s72-c/RedEngCar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-1856379862318439594</id><published>2008-06-20T22:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:30:20.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Mesa Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 466px;margin-top:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDAyMTQwNDk5MyZwdD*xMjE*MDIxNDIzODY4JnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MQ==.jpg" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-1856379862318439594?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/1856379862318439594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=1856379862318439594' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1856379862318439594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/1856379862318439594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/06/blue-mesa-camping-trip.html' title='Blue Mesa Camping Trip'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-770626500741738576.post-7429133419179568795</id><published>2008-06-19T17:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:25:14.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who taught you to drive?</title><content type='html'>More Little Man fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM:  I could drive mamma.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thinking - you're four!!  I thought I had a few years!)&lt;/span&gt;  Uh, huh.  You could steer, but you have to learn a lot of rules to be able to drive on the road.  And you have to be a lot older.&lt;br /&gt;LM:  Who taught you to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  My mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;LM:  GrandNan and Grandpa?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM:  Who taught GrandNan how to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I guess her mom, Mudger.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (don't even ask me to explain where that name came from!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LM:  Who taught Mudger to drive?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't know - should we call her?&lt;br /&gt;LM:  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I call my grandma on the phone and she informs me that her uncle taught her to drive.  So, I hang up and tell Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;LM:  Who taught her uncle to drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*  *giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/770626500741738576-7429133419179568795?l=weavermomof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/feeds/7429133419179568795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=770626500741738576&amp;postID=7429133419179568795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7429133419179568795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/770626500741738576/posts/default/7429133419179568795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weavermomof2.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-taught-you-to-drive.html' title='Who taught you to drive?'/><author><name>weavermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775825441858350484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eBOqBw6q2Z0/SNh1LcHA1WI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xTdcPf82Ses/S220/Wed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
