<?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-8558152398656480719</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:38:08.639-07:00</updated><category term='kate'/><category term='andrew'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='mommy'/><category term='meghan'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><category term='baby'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='melanie'/><category term='potty'/><title type='text'>Ordinary Miracles</title><subtitle type='html'>An appreciation for the simple blessings in Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-2077497410393545814</id><published>2010-06-01T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:28:04.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;NEVER gets easier..... I actually think it only gets tougher! Today My husband is leaving us again for the summer. Logically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; think we'd be use to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; having survived two 6 mo deployments in the last 2 years (it seems he leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; every MAY). This goodbye was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the hardest for the girls, they cried hard when he put them to bed and told them he would be gone in the morning, I think this was harder than having to watch him walk on the ship and leave because you go to bed and life is normal you wake up and the rug has be yanked out from under you. Somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fortunately&lt;/span&gt; I suppose our life has been far from stable as far as a schedule for several months now (due to the S-H-I-P) SO it is not like we were all comfy with a regular routine that is now being thrust into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt;... we have been living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chaos&lt;/span&gt; for some time now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up-side since he is gone for the summer We (the 4 girls and I) will be traveling on a 3 state &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;multi home&lt;/span&gt; camping fun finding tattoo getting throw the schedule out the window 6 week long "vacation" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;starting&lt;/span&gt; June 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go start Packing!&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/8558152398656480719-2077497410393545814?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/2077497410393545814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=2077497410393545814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2077497410393545814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2077497410393545814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2010/06/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying goodbye.....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-9108333965034638388</id><published>2010-04-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:15:27.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Life is Busy with Four children, that is my excuse for being terrible at updating my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;You would think that a busy life would give me TONS to write about, I am sure it does But living exhausted and feeling like I am barely getting by makes it hard to form a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; let alone a complete thought or blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew's work schedule has been AWFUL it is so hard to not know when he'll be home or when or if he'll get a day off so I can have a break. It really takes it's toll on my sanity and our children as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So here are a few Updates.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Meghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have noticed a lot of maturing in Miss Meg lately (since Kiersten's arrival), she is more helpful, less emotional and overall she's just developing into a young lady and it is so very nice to see her blossoming. Recently she went on a Girl Scout Encampment weekend with her Brownie Troop which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; her leaving home on Friday and returning on Sunday. This was her first weekend away from home without a family member there with her. She has done a few sleepovers, but those were near to home and I was only a phone call away. This time She was a two hour car ride away. You are probably gathering that this was a big deal (for me), BUT she was so excited and could not wait to go, she had zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apprehension&lt;/span&gt;. In the end all went well, she had a blast and it was fun hearing about her adventure when she returned home. I was most worried that she would not like any of the food being served and that would ruin her fun. I was pleased to hear that she tried a few new things and got by on what little food she did like without letting it get in the way of her fun. Also a new development for Meghan is that she got braces on her top teeth last week. FINALLY we are going to close the HUGE gap in her front teeth and pull them together where they belong. They are also working on correcting her overbite and adjusting the teeth on the right side so they hit correctly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eventually&lt;/span&gt; she will have bottom braces as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Melanie is getting ready for spring recital, they are dancing a Rock Ballet to Tina Turner's "Missing you". SO she went from having dance once a week to three times a week. Recital is May 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. In February Melanie tried out for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt; ballet at her dance school and was selected as a mouse. Unfortunately the performance date was in June after we would already be on vacation so we could not participate this time. I was sad that she could not take advantage of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;, BUT we are very much looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to visiting family this summer so that helped us both accept it! This week she had to have surgery to remove a cyst from her left forearm, it was a minor surgery BUT still a surgery. She handled it like a champ even through out 7 hour wait at the hospital prior to her surgery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt;, where has my sweet baby girl gone??  I feel like I turned around and where once stood my very inquisitive friendly little toddler now stands My very opinionated, strong willed, attention craving "big Girl" wanna be almost 4 year old little girl.  Kate's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;temperament&lt;/span&gt; can turn on a dime, one minute she is sweet, cuddly and cooperative and the next she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt;, sassy and emotional.  She seems to have reverted a bit to needing a nap at least 3 times a week, and she is most even tempered when Both Andrew and I are home (so someone is always available to give her attention). In April she started a 10 week Tiny tots class that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; as an introduction to being away from mom and in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school like environment that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;focuses&lt;/span&gt; more on play than education. She goes 2 times a week for two hours, and usually she does not want to go, but she ALWAYS has fun once I get her to go in. We are hoping this will ease with time and she will be ready to learn when she starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K in July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kiersten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My sweet baby.... MY LAST BABY!!! I spend my days holding on and trying to convince her she does NOT want to grow up, that it is best if she just stays small so I can hold her in my arms ALWAYS...... She is NOT listening. Kiersten is VERY active and interested in everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is going on, every day she sleeps a little less, and tries not to miss a thing.  She is rolling and scooting all over and LOVES when anyone talks to her.  Much to my dismay she's not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; baby and she fights My need to rock her and hold my sleeping baby laying on my chest, she would much rather I just lay her in the bed or put her in the swing. In my head I know this is the best for her long term BUT in my heart I just need to hold on to these few last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fleeting&lt;/span&gt; moments with my baby.  I now totally understand why so many mommies get accused of favoring the baby of the family. It is my last chance there are no do-overs after Kiersten. With ALL the other girls I knew there would be another baby so if things did not go as I wanted I felt like "oh well I'll get it right next time" or "oh... we know now not to do it that way with the next one". This is it  no more excuses or mistakes I have to do everything perfect this time.  SHE IS GOING TO BE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; SPOILED! Look out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In other News..... Andrew will be underway all of June and July, so once again I am vacationing/visiting alone with my girls. I really do have a husband, he is just never home in the summer.  I will be visiting My sister (in-law) in Missouri, and Andrew's parents and brothers and sister in Michigan from June 8-28, and the heading on to Ohio. June 28-July4 in Heath and or the Valley July 5-11 in Canton with Amy and the girls and then Back to Heath until July 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; when return home.  We can not wait to see everyone!!!&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/8558152398656480719-9108333965034638388?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/9108333965034638388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=9108333965034638388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9108333965034638388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9108333965034638388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2010/04/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7550481574672798542</id><published>2010-04-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:21:42.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes Nothin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;OK.... I had a baby 4 mo ago and FINALLY I have decided that I need to get my body under control.  This is SO very hard for me, I am very anti-low fat anything, hate diet soda, and am not huge on veggies at all! Knowing myself if I just go cold turkey on everything bad and start exercising like mad I will peter out in no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Therefore I have a slow and steady approach. I am not looking for instant results, more life changing move toward better habits and a reasonable exercise routine. I gave up soda all together about 3 weeks ago and replaced it with a yummy add to water powder that is only 5 calories per serving.  I am now working on cutting back on the LOVE OF MY LIFE..... Ice Cream!  When it comes to ice cream I am weak weak weak! I can not bring it in the house or I eat it everyday until it is GONE!  So I have been allowing myself to visit our favorite frozen yogurt place once a week.  Next up... EAT MORE VEGGIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Last week I set out to wake up early every day for 30 minutes of exercise before the girls wake up. I actually managed it 3 days our of 5.  It has become very clear that my Tuesdays are CRAZY and do not make it easy to fit in 30 minutes of exercise. This week my goal is to do 4 days, I am half way there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I hope I can take control of my body and change myself for the better!&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/8558152398656480719-7550481574672798542?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7550481574672798542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7550481574672798542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7550481574672798542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7550481574672798542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-goes-nothin.html' title='Here goes Nothin!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-1709412934070828156</id><published>2010-02-23T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:41:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational Fears....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I think other Mothers must have these as well (OR maybe I'm crazy).  One of my fears is that someone will break in to my house at night and steal one of my children from their bed while I sleep.  This goes hand in hand with My fear waking up to a stranger standing over me or general someone breaking in to my house at all (especially when my hubby goes away for  months).  These fears have always been there since I was a child really, BUT since we now live in CA they are a bit more prominent. For some reason it seems more bad things happen in places like CA, FL, NYC and LasVegas (This probably comes from watching too much TV).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So every night before I get in my bed I go and look over each of my four children to make sure that they are where they are supposed to be. You know just in case someone creeped through the second story window into their rooms and snuck them out without me knowing in the two or so hours I was awake after they were in bed.  Also if I get out of bed in the night I go and check on them especially if I am not sure what woke me up, It could have been that I heard a sound and just don't remember it. My husband laughs at me all the time over this and jokingly will ask when I climb into bed if everyone is where they should be..... He thinks he's cute. When it comes down to it If I have to tell the police when the last time I saw my child was..... I WILL KNOW FOR SURE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Now for the funny little heart stopping moment that occurred last night..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;At 2am I woke to Kiersten Crying this is normal we get up once through the night for a feeding. As I sit in the living room watching the Olympics and feeding the baby I hear foot steps up stairs which eventually lead to Melanie standing at the bottom of the stairs claiming not to be able to sleep. I tell her it is the middle of the night and she needs to go back to bed, and that once Kiersten is back to sleep I will come and check on her. I say this knowing full well when I go up there in twenty or so minutes she will be fast asleep in her bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;At about 2:50 am I lay Kiersten down in her bed and go to check on the rest of my girls like I do every night but also because I told Melanie I would.  MELANIE IS NOT IN HER BED!!!!!!  I think hmmm.... she must have gotten in my bed instead. Upon entering our room which is dark but I have my night eyes on by now, I cannot see her in our bed either.  I begin patting down the bed thinking I must have just missed her. This wakes my husband who is laying in the middle of all this patting and I say...."I can't find Melanie". I go back to her room... I must have missed her..... NOPE still not in her bed???  By this point my heart is pounding, my worst fear(or one of them) had come true!  So I step up on Melanie's full size bottom bunk bed and peer into Meghan's twin size top bunk bed and there she is sleeping side by side with her big sister.... whew! My Heart instantly dropped back into place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Upon return to My bedroom I find my husband just starting to get out of bed.  He was obviously concerned by my inability to find one of our children!  Less than 60 seconds later he was sound asleep... me..... not so much!&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/8558152398656480719-1709412934070828156?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/1709412934070828156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=1709412934070828156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1709412934070828156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1709412934070828156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2010/02/irrational-fears.html' title='Irrational Fears....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-2934940723401829618</id><published>2010-02-21T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:00:36.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short..... Live it well!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;To say I have had an eye opening week would be an understatement. Two events have occurred on opposite sides of the country, neither directly affected my life but both have touched me deeply and made me think about my life in a whole new light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On the evening of Thursday February 11th a house fire in Heath Ohio took the life of a 3 year old little boy. He was the oldest son of a friend of my brother. I heard this news from my father on Friday and was immediately brought to tears. The thought of any child perishing in a fire is unthinkable, but this boy was almost the exact age of my Katelynn and I could not help but think how incredibly devastated I would be if I lost her or any of my children. I found myself thinking what if it were us..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Friday February 19th was a normal workday for my husband I kissed him good bye in the morning and told him to drive safe as I always do thinking the most dangerous part of his day is not being at work but driving to and from. Andrew says see you tonight, and I respond "we'll be here". I am sure many many other wives did the same thing that morning, a day like any other. For one wife however she had said goodbye for the last time, her husband would not return home! During a normal work day on the ship a friend of my husband was doing his job, possibly feeling the pressure to rush and get his job done made a split second choice that ultimately cost him his life. Once again I found myself thinking what if that were Andrew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My Heart goes out to both of these families whose lives are forever changed. I pray that they have the strength to trudge through this awful time in their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I find myself thinking about every interaction with my husband and children thinking "this COULD be our last". If it were the last I want to be able to remember the last interaction with my loved one as a positive one. I will not let my husband or children walk away without telling them I love them and to be safe. I am trying to be more patient and understanding with the girls and enjoy them every second. So often life gets moving so fast that we loose control and are just going along for the ride. I feel like so often a week or a month goes by in a blur and I can't remember where the time went. I am feeling the need to slow down and enjoy my family EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&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/8558152398656480719-2934940723401829618?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/2934940723401829618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=2934940723401829618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2934940723401829618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2934940723401829618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-short-live-it-well.html' title='Life is short..... Live it well!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6019753998485900959</id><published>2009-12-26T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:59:04.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....AND BABY MAKES SIX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kiersten Fern Olmsted was born on December 15th, 2009 at 9am. She weighed 9lbs 2 oz at birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419808019991632002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SzcGrcZqGII/AAAAAAAAAJA/zvOna5T8qgU/s400/DSC04131.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We arrived at the Hospital at 6:15 am. I was changed into a gown and put on the monitors to get readings on baby's heart rate and see if I was contracting or not ( I was not). Baby looked good! My IV was placed and they started the saline solution. I talked with the anesthesiologist, the Surgeons, and before long it was time to hear to the OR! For the first time ever I was wheeled there on a bed.... With all my other girls I walked into the OR. We left Andrew in the hall, he would be called in after I was numbed. I moved to the operating table and got in position for my spinal. During this time the check blood pressure and other vitals before starting the spinal. They had a hard time getting an accurate read on my blood pressure. Apparently I am between cuff sizes. eventually they got that fixed and started the spinal. This time the spinal went pretty quick. I am always happy when it is done. Sitting there trying to hold still is nerve wracking every time! I immediately started feeling numb, and my legs were heavy as they lay me down and set up for surgery. It seemed like an eternity before Andrew was by my side but eventually he was there to hold my hand as we waited for our 4th daughter to be born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;At 9am on the dot Kiersten entered the world screaming..... the most amazing sound EVER! Tears instantly roll down my face as they call for Andrew to cut her cord. After several minutes Kiersten was brought to my head so I could see her. After a quick photo and a kiss she and Andrew went to my recovery room to wait for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I spent the next hour and twenty minutes on the table, getting my tubes tied and then being closed up. I could slowly feel more and more of the doctors touches and eventually pulling and pinching. They had to give me some local anesthetic to finish up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;While I was being closed up Andrew was able to spend time with our baby. After the initial weigh in they left him with her, he fed her some formula, and just held her. He also got to help give her her first Bath. This experience for him was way different than all the other girls where they were taken to the nursery and he stood by their side but did not get to touch or interact with them at all. He was very surprised and happy to have had that time with our newborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Eventually we were all back together in recovery. I got to hold Kiersten and nurse her. Phone calls were made to family. OUR Family was now complete! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420504700824277570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SzmATmv3UkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/C__BAH8ZQDk/s400/DSC04245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;She is amazing, her sisters adore her and love on her constantly. She nurses like a champ! we are off to a good start. She's slowly making progress getting her days and nights switched around. LIFE is GOOD!&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/8558152398656480719-6019753998485900959?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6019753998485900959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6019753998485900959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6019753998485900959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6019753998485900959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-baby-makes-six.html' title='....AND BABY MAKES SIX!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SzcGrcZqGII/AAAAAAAAAJA/zvOna5T8qgU/s72-c/DSC04131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6250161838083776412</id><published>2009-12-02T08:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:21:58.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than two weeks.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In so many ways I can not believe that our little one will be here in less than two weeks. It seems like we just found out that we were expecting, and I held My breathe for 3 months hoping and praying that everything was OK with baby. Then once we knew it was and could tell the girls Andrew had to leave on Deployment. Which seemed like forever while he was gone But once he was back it seemed to really shorten the pregnancy. He Left when I was 12 weeks pregnant and returned at 30 weeks. So here we are down to the wire ready to welcome our last little one in 13 short days! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I LOVE being pregnant. I am very fortunate to have fairly un-eventful pregnancies. Other than our one first trimester loss I have not had any terrible symptoms or reactions to being pregnant. We have healthy HUGE babies! So I have to have c-sections, which is why this will be our last. We have decided that 4 cuts to my uterus is enough beyond this the risks go way up and I have to consider my family. I wish I could give my husband a SON but It seems together we are pretty good at making beautiful girls. So as I near the end of this pregnancy it is all bitter sweet. I lay in bed every night and watch my belly moving and savor that feeling of a little life inside me. I do not know if it is easier knowing this is my last or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am also SOOO excited to meet Kiersten and see her with her sisters who are bursting at the seams in anticipation of holding their baby sister. Not to mention how excited I am to see a baby in my husband's arms once again, he is an amazing father and has always been so wonderful with our babies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This delivery will be the first time my Mother can not be here with us. I am very blessed to have friends and Family here that are going out of their way to help us out with the big girls, But I can not help but wish Mom was able to be here. There is just something comforting about knowing she is near and knowing my girls are in the care of their grandmother when their father and I can not be with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am also getting nervous as I always do about the spinal. That is the worst part of the c-section process (ok the stomach bile juice I have to drink is pretty awful too). My husband would disagree with me BUT he is not the one who has to get the needle in the back, Just like I am not the one who has to watch the blood and gore of the delivery (in his eyes this is the worst part). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;But in the end we will have out lil' miracle and it will all be worth it. She may be the most spoiled yet being the BABY of the family and all. NOW I just have to WAIT 13 more days.....&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/8558152398656480719-6250161838083776412?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6250161838083776412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6250161838083776412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6250161838083776412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6250161838083776412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/12/less-than-two-weeks.html' title='Less than two weeks.....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7101396760048121871</id><published>2009-10-19T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:23:09.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well the Last couple of weeks have been very busy. The girls were on Fall Break at school (year round calendar), and we were preparing for the return of Andrew (A.K.A. Daddy). We were lucky to have the chance for Andrew to take Leave out of Hawaii one week before the ship actually returned home. We were ALL very excited for homecoming and made signs, cleaned house, and baked a cake all in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for his return home. Wednesday Oct. 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was a GREAT day! The flight arrived at the airport on base about 5:15 and we were at Outback for dinner By 6pm. The girls could hardly contain themselves they were so excited to have daddy home. I think he must have gotten a hundred or more kisses throughout dinner. Kate kept saying "I misted you daddy"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396355018671043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SuO0TGHIsiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uxofRlgaZAw/s400/DSC03656.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Thursday was a normal school day for Meghan and Melanie, we all walked to school and then Kate and I enjoyed the morning at home with Andrew before heading out for my hair cut and some shopping. Yes I cut My hair REALLY short and I am not exactly loving it but hopefully it will grow. I had a lot of damage to my hair that needed to be cut out. I had a run in with the grill a few weeks ago in which I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scorched&lt;/span&gt; my hair from a huge ball of fire shooting out of the gas grill after I had not lit it correctly (that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;). Then I decided to color my own hair after which my poor hair was totally fried so NOW... I look like a boy.... BUT it will grow... RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396355807787179682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SuO1BBzFXqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rMpxblndmqE/s400/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Also on Thursday we had the big 4D ultrasound. Big question "what is the gender"??? Well we found out that we will indeed be welcoming our fourth girl. No shocker there. I must say I was more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; than I expected. I love My girls and KNOW I will love this one just as much, BUT... this is our last baby and I am a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that I will not EVER have a boy, and that I was unable to give my husband a boy. HE (my husband) is fine with it, possibly because ALL of our girls are daddy's girls they adore him. So one more girl is just more attention and love for daddy.... where is mama's boy???? OR even mama's Girl??? Don't get me wrong, I know my girls love there mom but no one ever fights to sit by me or be my partner in a game, they always want daddy. Anyway, I digress..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; A GIRL... now what will her name be???? That debate may go on for a while. I have taken to calling her "baby what's her name" in an effort to spark some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;urgency&lt;/span&gt; in my husband who turns down every name I offer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396356568258643858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SuO1tSxnB5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/iG2GFzY6qhc/s400/4DUltrasound1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-7101396760048121871?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7101396760048121871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7101396760048121871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7101396760048121871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7101396760048121871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='LIFE!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SuO0TGHIsiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/uxofRlgaZAw/s72-c/DSC03656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-1755819912731860974</id><published>2009-10-06T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:45:30.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offically have a birthdate picked out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today I went to see the OBGYN for our 29 week Check.  All is going well. We listened to a strong Heart Beat in the 150's (had been in the 130's prior to today but there was a lot of activity today). Fun fact... I am measuring 35 weeks, looks like big baby #4 for the Olmsted family. We do not make dainty, frail lil' babies. Our babies come out chubby and thankfully very healthy.  The Dr. said she was going to go ahead and order an ultrasound, and I would have another at 36 weeks. Delivery is set for 39 weeks, December 15th to be exact. We are the first case of the day so that is good news since the worst part of a c-section for me is the fact that I can not eat after midnight the night before. Momma gets cranky with no food!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My Mother will be happy to know that I got my flu Vaccine today!  I will also be getting the H1N1 when it is available but they do not have it yet. I also am taking all three girls to get their vaccines on Friday and am praying with all my might that they can do the nose spray vaccine versus an actual injection But will bribe them with ice cream to get the injection done if needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have a 4D ultrasound Scheduled for Oct. 15th so that The Daddy and The Sisters get to see our lil' one.  With a little luck we'll also get a peak at "THE GOODS". This would be very helpful in the great baby name debate.  My husband is not interested in discussing girl names when he is under the delusion we COULD have a boy.  I think I have a pretty consistent track record going here.&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/8558152398656480719-1755819912731860974?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/1755819912731860974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=1755819912731860974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1755819912731860974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1755819912731860974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/10/offically-have-birthdate-picked-out.html' title='Offically have a birthdate picked out!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-9091376647340552194</id><published>2009-09-27T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:17:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Update 28 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;..... 11 to go! I am Ok with that... I need those 11 weeks since I have not been able to prepare for this baby AT all she can just stay in there a while. We have about 9 weeks after my Andrew comes home to Bust our Butts and get ready for our fourth and final lil' one. Hopefully that is enough time to prepare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So hear I am looking big and Prego.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386333319478411394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SsAZnbVcgII/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekyYxipvUak/s400/28weekbelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am doing pretty well at this point still comfortable and able to get around well. I am starting to experience some swelling in my hands and feet, but over all am doing well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;As for baby? what is going on in there......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;To me it feels like a gymnastics tournament. LOTS of tumbling and thumping and bumping stretching and pushing. I can feel movement all the time If I just pause for a couple of seconds and sometimes without even thinking about it I can feel the movements. She is most active in the evening when I am relaxing after the big Sisters are in bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Our little work in progress is now about 2.5 pounds and almost 16 inches long. She's busy adding new skills such as blinking to an already impressive repertoire of tricks like coughing, sucking, hiccuping, and taking practice breaths. At this point the lungs are also nearly fully matured, so we can start to breathe a little easier that we are at the point in which this baby can survive outside the womb. (although mom needs those 11 weeks so do not even think about it lil' one!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;**** To all who have not noticed or participated I added a baby pool on the right side there-----&gt; it would be fun if you'd add your guess!****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-9091376647340552194?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/9091376647340552194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=9091376647340552194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9091376647340552194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9091376647340552194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnancy-update-28-weeks.html' title='Pregnancy Update 28 weeks'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SsAZnbVcgII/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekyYxipvUak/s72-c/28weekbelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3116519102157774076</id><published>2009-09-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:26:31.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering  911</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SqrqB45oBXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ykBtbGqJRVg/s1600-h/american-flag-2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380370023022331250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SqrqB45oBXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ykBtbGqJRVg/s400/american-flag-2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know we ALL remember every second of that day as if it were yesterday. In some ways it is hard to believe it has been eight years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Meghan was born on 8-13-01. Labor day weekend 2001 We moved our new family from upstate NY to Chesapeake VA. Andrew was to report to the USS Enterprise on Friday Sept. 14, 2001. The Enterprise was on deployment at that time and due to return within a few weeks of Andrews report date. This meant that he would work Shore side until the ship returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On Tuesday September 11, 2001 I was the first awake at the house. I had gotten up with Meghan that morning went to the living room turned on The Today show. They were reporting that an airplane had flown into one of the Two tower of the world trade center. I went back to the bedroom told Andrew what happened and Just as I sat back down in the living room I watched the second plane hit the second tower and my heart dropped instantly. I knew this was NO coincidence. In tears I returned to the bedroom and Andrew joined me on the couch where we stayed in our pajamas holding our 4 week old baby for the entire day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The Enterprise which had left the golf days before 9-11 was the closest aircraft carrier and battle group at that time, they were immediately turned around and were the first to respond flying missions over Afghanistan within days. Mean while my husband reported as he was scheduled to on Friday the 14th. On Monday September 17th, 2001 My husband was on a plane to join the Enterprise for an undetermined amount of time. At that point we did not know when he would return. He left on a military flight so although I was concerned for his safety I was more comfortable with a military flight than a domestic flight. Luckily the extension for the Enterprise ended up being on the shorter side and Andrew returned home in November.&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/8558152398656480719-3116519102157774076?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3116519102157774076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3116519102157774076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3116519102157774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3116519102157774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-911.html' title='Remembering  911'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SqrqB45oBXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ykBtbGqJRVg/s72-c/american-flag-2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3593785530578468996</id><published>2009-09-10T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:52:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it too EARLY for NESTING????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Really I am only 25 weeks pregnant.  I am Not going Crazy BUT I feel the need to get things ready fro the baby. Like resolve the sleeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrangements&lt;/span&gt; as to where we will be putting all the children and what kind of bed we need to purchase.  I would also Like to get out and organize ALL the baby stuff If we are having a girl I have almost everything BUT if we are having a boy I need almost everything. I do not want to sort and wash and fold tons of girlie things if I do not need to. We have the Crib and the high chair and I have a wish list a mile long but again can not BUY anything due to the fact that I do not know the gender (I do not know how people do that whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bologna&lt;/span&gt;).  This is our last baby and for all the others I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; stuff thinking Oh if the next one is a boy we should get this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neutral&lt;/span&gt; so it can be used by either gender But NOW for my last baby... that is out the window... I want gender specific. If we are having a girl I want a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girlie&lt;/span&gt; nursery If we are having a boy I want an ALL boy nursery.  This is the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hurrah&lt;/span&gt; and I am having enough trouble accepting that fact so I should get my way... right?? In addition to the fact that I  do not know the gender of this baby I do not have the Hubby here to dig everything out of the garage and put the crib together and HELP me prepare for our baby. So basically I am stuck looking at things Online and sending photo's to my hubby and trying to make decisions so that when things Fall into place hopefully in about a month we'll be able to Just make it happen!&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/8558152398656480719-3593785530578468996?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3593785530578468996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3593785530578468996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3593785530578468996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3593785530578468996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-it-too-early-for-nesting.html' title='Isn&apos;t it too EARLY for NESTING????'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7221785584551011353</id><published>2009-09-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:40:26.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well after all the excitement last weekend, and a wirlwind week. We are settling back into a routine. I am finally feeling Caught up on sleep. We are all enjoying visits with Delana, Madison and Stephanie, and are all around keeping busy. This past week FLEW by, which is great anything that can make time move faster is wonderful. We have about 40 days left of this deployment, until recently time had been dragging by. Finally thing sare picking up YAY! This coming week is looking pretty busy as well. I have a pre-natal check up, Melanie is getting her expander removed, I am hoping to volunteer at school one day, and Melanie is back into Ballet class so we have that on Thursday as well. But first we have to make it through a three day weekend in which My girls are begging for something fun to do, I am hoping the heat wave breaks and I find more energy and my house is begging for a little attention as well.&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/8558152398656480719-7221785584551011353?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7221785584551011353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7221785584551011353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7221785584551011353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7221785584551011353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-8260910683378556498</id><published>2009-08-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:21:45.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needing a duplicate me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and NOT because I am SO awesome But because I wish I could do more than I am able too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This past Friday morning dark and early (before the sun came up) The newest Olmsted decided to make her appearance after much waiting on her mother's part. My Sister -In-Law (Andrew's Brother's wife) Delivered her Daughter Delana Grace at 2:43 in the morning. I was the watch the big Sister person and I had a Friend who was willing to take my girls so I could be there for My niece Since My Brother-In-Law is deployed on the same ship as my Husband he could not be here for the birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have spent the last 3 days running between My house and the hospital and taking care of 4 girls as best I can. While also Trying to do as much as I possibly can for my Sister-In -Law. I know If I were in her shoes it would be so HARD to have a baby without my husband and I would hope I had people around me who were able to step up and Help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;If I had a double it would be sooo much easier!!! I could do so much more. But alas I guess I can not do all that I would like to do....&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/8558152398656480719-8260910683378556498?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/8260910683378556498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=8260910683378556498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8260910683378556498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8260910683378556498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/08/needing-duplicate-me.html' title='Needing a duplicate me....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7231617510465767075</id><published>2009-08-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:46:49.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meghan is 8 ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SoR2KVDzu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jHh1sAPtO8w/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369546575556361170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SoR2KVDzu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jHh1sAPtO8w/s400/DSC03337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wow I can not believe My first lil baby girl is Eight years old. She is growing way to fast! Where did the time go. It seems like yesterday she was just toddling around getting into things and "helping" with everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Meghan Allyse has ALWAYS been a Daddy's girl from day one right out of the womb she had him wrapped around her finger and he was her everything.  She was fine with me if daddy was not there But if he was she wanted him. When she got a little older she learned what daddy wore when he went to work and would cry whenever she saw him getting ready for work. She LOVES her daddy! As her Mother it was hard to take that my baby wanted her daddy more than me. However, watching the their relationship over the years has been wonderful, and as she gets a little older she is coming around to loving us a little more equally although I know she will always hold a special place for her daddy.  It is hard on him to miss  Birthdays, This is two in a row for Miss Meghan.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Meghan is our little Artist. She is Shy, and self conscious and loves to dance and sing But hates the idea of anyone watching her. She is not a spur of the moment girl she has to emotional prepare herself for any and ever kind of performance.  If she has to speak in front of the class we have to rehearse for days so she know what she is doing and saying and can put away some of that performance anxiety. She loves to plan shows and events and let others perform them and shine she is happy to stand by knowing she planned it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I look forward to seeing what the future holds for Meghan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy BIRTHDAY  Meghan! Mommy and Daddy Love you so much!&lt;/span&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/8558152398656480719-7231617510465767075?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7231617510465767075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7231617510465767075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7231617510465767075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7231617510465767075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/08/meghan-is-8.html' title='Meghan is 8 ....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SoR2KVDzu9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jHh1sAPtO8w/s72-c/DSC03337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-639813411066487066</id><published>2009-08-02T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:33:40.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks! or half way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Actually it is more than half way for me since i will most likely deliver this baby in my 38th week. I will be having a scheduled C-Section and therefore am typically scheduled 7-10 days before my due date. So here I am all big and Preggo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365543053930833298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnY8-sycpZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mdnIZ8hrGrY/s400/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Today We had the big ultrasound to check on baby's growth and hopefully find out the gender. We ended up not being so lucky in the gender department. The Lil' one was all curled up on it's tummy with it's little legs tucked under it's hinney! The tech tried and tried but no luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;She did tell me that out little one is measuring right on for 20 weeks and weighs about 12 ounces right now. Incredible that this tiny person is less than a pound and wriggling and kicking and causing the above BIG belly! I'm smitten.... It is always amazing to see that life on the screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So here are the photo's we got!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365976353721649586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnfHEES5ibI/AAAAAAAAAII/N4C7E8Kl3nc/s400/baby+profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365975960443348802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnfGtLOC50I/AAAAAAAAAIA/FtOUHO-lXr8/s400/Baby+curled+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365975545430078802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnfGVBLK9VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/me7QmRVgwos/s400/baby+face+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8558152398656480719-639813411066487066?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/639813411066487066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=639813411066487066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/639813411066487066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/639813411066487066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-weeks-or-half-way.html' title='20 weeks! or half way'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnY8-sycpZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/mdnIZ8hrGrY/s72-c/DSC03041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7535238477765989889</id><published>2009-07-31T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:54:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnMSePQdOFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kPypWScFBdg/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364651891829323858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnMSePQdOFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kPypWScFBdg/s400/DSC02765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My Kate that is... I had hopped the real Kate was still in there under all that 3 year old miserable-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I found her.... In Hollywood (after a 2.5 hr car ride) non the less! We had planned a day trip to LA for Myself , Kate, Michaela and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alyana&lt;/span&gt; (who are visiting with us). Meghan and Melanie had school and were to go to a friends house after for a play date (I did not think they would enjoy LA much anyway). I feared what the day may bring for Kate. It could have been an utter disaster. I knew that there was not going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; for her to do, mostly walking and looking and non of that really interests a 3year old. We had the stroller for her so she could walk or ride whatever she wanted. I had decided ahead of time that I would not force her to do anything if she was not cooperating, the big girls could go ahead and I'd stay with Kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SHE WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;! we had an amazing day. It is not often I have her alone so it was nice to be able to talk with her and walk holding hands and watch her browse the stores. She found this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;/span&gt; purse in a store (probably the 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one we were in) it was the only thing she had asked for all day and it was only $3 so I let her buy it, gave her the money and let her go to the counter. She was thrilled the rest of the day with her little purse. It was funny almost like she had something in mind and was shopping for it. She looked at every store but only asked for this one thing all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnMS7yUnxGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1Yph5-6PrFw/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364652399458239586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnMS7yUnxGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1Yph5-6PrFw/s400/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We went to Madam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tussuad's&lt;/span&gt; Wax Museum. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; and was a bit afraid of the wax figures. It was comical at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;times how she's shy away. Until we saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt;! SHE WAS VERY EXCITED!!! He was huge and you would have though intimidating to a small child but she was thrilled! We all had a lot o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; fun in the Museum. There was a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;glass&lt;/span&gt; stuff in the gift shop on the way out. I was nervous about her looking at things and kept telling her not to touch. So what happens??? I try on a pair of sun glasses (bat girl style) and upon placing them back in the wrack they fall and land in a glass and the glass shatters!!! Oh dear... worse yet the sales lady was standing right there.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OOPSY&lt;/span&gt;! The lady assured me it was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; deal as I fell over myself apologizing! We quickly High tailed it out of there after that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On our way home we were stuck in the most horrid traffic! the 2.5 hour trip took 4.5 hours to get home. Again in the car she was an angel! singing and joking around Laughing and even making light of having to wait (what I am sure seemed like an eternity to her) to find a bathroom when she had to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Words can not explain how happy I was to see my sweet little girl back again, even if it does not last at least I know she is still in there somewhere.&lt;/span&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/8558152398656480719-7535238477765989889?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7535238477765989889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7535238477765989889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7535238477765989889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7535238477765989889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-her.html' title='I found her....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SnMSePQdOFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kPypWScFBdg/s72-c/DSC02765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5207481873097998251</id><published>2009-07-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:45:47.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>10 YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY HUSBAND! and also Thank you too him for putting up with Me all these years!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am absolutely the Luckiest Lady in the World! My husband is the most amazingly patient, loving, understanding devoted man I have ever met. I often wonder what I have done to deserve him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He saved me from myself at a time when I did not even realize I needed to be rescued. He has spent the last 10 years making all my dreams come true!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He is not only the love of my life but My best friend and Partner in LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363733562888246050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm_PQdXLUyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Q0ZfDkSZn7U/s400/us+getting+married.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The above is the day we were "married" July 29, 1999, By the Mayor of Saratoga Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363733762582854338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm_PcFSFOsI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TIjtMgucyjQ/s400/wedding+Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And this is our wedding Day July 29th 2000... a Truely wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In 10 years together we have Moved 5 times, lived in 3 different States, bought 2 brand new vehicles, Traveled across country, been seperated for 36+ months by deployments and underway. We have also been blessed with 3 beautiful Daughters, Crushed by loss of a baby at 10 weeks gestation, and are currently pregnant with our 4th and Final lil' one! We have yet to Buy a house, experience life outside the Military, go on a cruise together, or Live in one house in one state for more than 3 years. There is so very much more that we will do that I can not even fathom. With Andrew by my side anything is possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It has been an absolutely incredible, amazing, wonderful 10 years and I look forward to every day that is to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;ANDREW DALTON OLMSTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-5207481873097998251?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5207481873097998251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5207481873097998251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5207481873097998251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5207481873097998251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-years.html' title='10 YEARS!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm_PQdXLUyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Q0ZfDkSZn7U/s72-c/us+getting+married.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6793888464230699106</id><published>2009-07-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:21:25.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melanie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today Meghan and Melanie started school. Meghan is Now in the Third grade.... Honestly how in the world did that happen??? She will be eight years old in Two weeks. Her Teacher this year is Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rubio&lt;/span&gt;. The first day seemed to go well. She says that her teacher is Funny, which is a big selling point for her she learns really well when it is fun! Melanie has Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camberos&lt;/span&gt; this year for first grade. Let me tell you how happy I am that she is out of half day kindergarten!! WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!! We walk to and from school and last year I felt like my entire day was spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trekking&lt;/span&gt; back and fourth to school. Mel did not say too much about school today just that it was good. She is excited about eating lunch there and her best friend from Kindergarten is in her class so all is good with the World. I actually got to meet Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camberos&lt;/span&gt; before school started today and thought she seemed very sweet. I am sure Melanie will have her wrapped around her little finger in no time. Melanie is your typical brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;noser&lt;/span&gt;!! She is perfecting her role as the teachers pet quite nicely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SO here are a couple of photos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363386960209912274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm6UBhxGIdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/euLZfwXa1bo/s400/DSC02723.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363388096988230610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm6VDsmKs9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/C6StZZqQjAc/s400/DSC02721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-6793888464230699106?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6793888464230699106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6793888464230699106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6793888464230699106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6793888464230699106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sm6UBhxGIdI/AAAAAAAAAG4/euLZfwXa1bo/s72-c/DSC02723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-2343448994603327555</id><published>2009-07-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:22:38.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAILING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It seems like Kate has been increasingly more needy and demanding since Andrew left on deployment and this has been greatly compounded by Meghan and Melanie being out of school and us being on Vacation and our regular routine being totally disrupted. At this point she is spinning out of control and I do not know what to do to get her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am failing her and that really tares me apart. I am her Mother and should be able to find someway to help her function under all the stresses of our life right now. I just do not know what to do. Lately she is totally defiant and will argue with me about everything and anything. She wants me and only me the majority of the time and is not willing to compromise no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I feel like I am just waiting.... waiting to be back at home maybe that will fix her.... Nope did not work... Now maybe once Meghan and Melanie are back in school we can get Kate back to normal.... we'll see. Unfortunately we are traveling again the beginning of August so Normal will not happen around here for quite some time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-2343448994603327555?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/2343448994603327555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=2343448994603327555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2343448994603327555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/2343448994603327555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/failing.html' title='FAILING'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6592548482880242264</id><published>2009-07-13T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:47:27.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On our travels from Missouri to Ohio yesterday I was struck by what to me has to be more than mere coincidence. At approximately 10:30 am I was driving into Effigham, Illinois listening to my Ipod. On my play list I have about 220 songs, and I listen on shuffle so I do not go through a period of the same artist for several songs I like the mix. I have an interesting mix of music including a lot of country, some alternative, some 80's rock, (ahem) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hannah Montana, Mylie Cyrus, high school musical&lt;/span&gt;, and several Disney cartoon favorites. Also in this collection is the entire album of Alan Jackson's Hymns "precious memories". Honestly this is the only christian music I own, I love it, It reminds me of My Pappy Trigg who led singing in church nearly every Sunday he was able to attend for more than 10 years. When listening to most of these songs that I have sang at church so many times over the years I can hear pappy's voice clear as day. Takes me back.. You know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SO anyway Yesterday as I was approaching effingham "standing on the promises" comes on the Ipod and pappy and I are singing awak he in my head me right out loud. As I gaze at the road ahead The HUGE White cross appears at the side of the road this is not the first time I have seen it, it has always been there But this time I approach it as I am belting out a church hymn on a Sunday morning when.... I should be in church. Just as I am at the Cross "standing on the promises" concludes and is immediately followed by "when we all get to heaven". It nearly took my breathe away. What are the chances out of 220 songs on shuffle I would hear two songs from the same album in a row let alone that those songs would both be hymns and be on in the brief couple of minutes that the cross at the side of the road in Effingham is in my view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I got the following information and photo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crossusa.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.crossusa.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357924334347363618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Slsry2oyJSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/asrgTs38A-k/s400/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"The Cross Foundation is dedicated to building both faith and family on an ecumenical basis. The Cross Foundation has completed a 198 foot Cross at the intersection of Interstates 57 &amp;amp; 70 in Effingham, Illinois. This site is intended to serve as a beacon of hope to the 50,000 travelers estimated to pass the site each day. In addition, the Cross Foundation will promote the values of faith and family through other activities at the Effingham site, as well as programs to be announced shortly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-6592548482880242264?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6592548482880242264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6592548482880242264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6592548482880242264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6592548482880242264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/coincidence.html' title='A Coincidence?'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Slsry2oyJSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/asrgTs38A-k/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-8257406821151700947</id><published>2009-07-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:46:08.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>16 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;... er 4 MONTHS that it!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SO we are officially 4 months into this pregnancy. Soon we or at least I will get to find out what gender our lil' one will be (not that I am expecting it to be anything other than a girl). I am a need to know these things kind of girl. I hate surprises and still can't sleep on Christmas just at the thought that someone bought ME a gift that I do not know what it is. This first 16-20 weeks of pregnancy is like Christmas eve every night... I really need this info so I can rest with the knowledge of the gender of our child. I know I will find something else to think about or worry about to keep me up at night, But it will not be dreams of boy or girl. I will post that information as soon as I know and have had a chance to share the news with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SO What is going on with baby now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;~The baby is around 17.5 cm in size and 160 g in weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;~The baby can grasp with its hands, kick or even somersault by this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;~The baby acquires reflex of suction and you can notice the baby stopping the swallowing action if a bitter solution is introduced into the amniotic fluid. The baby can even get hiccups in this stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;~ The genitals are fully developed and a sonogram might be able to tell you the sex of the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;~The baby has developed reflexes like sucking, blinking and swallowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354717403649332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sk_HG60e03I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uBOJmJH_3y4/s400/week16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SO That is what is going on in the Womb these days!&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/8558152398656480719-8257406821151700947?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/8257406821151700947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=8257406821151700947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8257406821151700947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8257406821151700947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/07/16-weeks.html' title='16 Weeks'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sk_HG60e03I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uBOJmJH_3y4/s72-c/week16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3532662707075820643</id><published>2009-06-20T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T02:36:38.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KATIE'S BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sj0VZv34A3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yni0yPelWQk/s1600-h/kate+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349455464477754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sj0VZv34A3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yni0yPelWQk/s400/kate+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It does not seem possible that our baby girl is 3 years old all ready. It seems like just yesterday we were at the hospital waiting to go into surgery to have our little one. She was a good baby right from the start. She put up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of "LOVE" from her big sisters in the beginning and rarely put up a fuss. She has since grown into an extremely social, very verbal, inquisitive, adventurous (naughty at times) little princess with a dash of sass to hold her own in a house full of girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have been so very blessed with all of our girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; is a mixed up combination of qualities from both of her sisters. We see Melanie's dramatic side, Meghan's Artsy side, Melanie's big eye's, Meghan's curls. She also has qualities all her own (sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; for mom) She is a social butterfly, has never met a stranger and would befriend anyone of any age if they are willing to listen and talk with her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Every day is an adventure with our youngest princess we will see where tomorrow takes us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-3532662707075820643?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3532662707075820643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3532662707075820643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3532662707075820643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3532662707075820643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/06/katies-birthday.html' title='KATIE&apos;S BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sj0VZv34A3I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Yni0yPelWQk/s72-c/kate+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-838085263750831708</id><published>2009-06-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:58:57.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PACKING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am a chronic over packer ... I always have been. I can come up with a laundry lists of what ifs in which I have to be prepared for. I'd love to blame it on being a mom and just trying to be prepared for the sake of my children. However..... I was an over packer long before I had children. There have been many occasions when I have gone on trips and never even worn half the clothing I brought. Honestly this was only an annoyance to my husband until We threw an airplane into the mix. When we drove everywhere we went we just added a car top carrier and were prepared BUT now... Oh now Continental has to charge me for every single bag we pack! SO now my hate to spend the money on stupid fees side is battling my need to be prepared for a winter storm in July side. This makes for fun Packing! SO what do I do..... avoid the problem, it will go away right?? Probably not, SO I gave myself a day Sunday to be exact. Sunday is packing day it will be done before I allow myself to go to bed tomorrow night which could get interesting! My goal is 2 bags... for 4 people we will see if I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;****edit****  HA I DID IT!!! I also forgot to mention that we were packing to be on a month long trip!  I am very proud to only have to pay for 2 bags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&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/8558152398656480719-838085263750831708?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/838085263750831708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=838085263750831708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/838085263750831708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/838085263750831708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/06/packing.html' title='PACKING!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-4214234529922235845</id><published>2009-06-08T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:34:06.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinder Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My Melanie is headed to first grade! Today we went to the ceremony for Kinder promotion. It was very cute! Each room had their own time slot which was nice so both parents and kids did not have to sit through 100 kindergartners getting diploma's. They sang a little song and there was a slide show of the year. As happy as I am for her to be going to 1st grade and be in school for a full day I did get a bit teary. She has grown so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345030176965399266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Si1coHPEEuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NRHhW7EYkCA/s400/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345029469802137266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Si1b-82NBrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DTVMMxQIoto/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-4214234529922235845?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/4214234529922235845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=4214234529922235845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4214234529922235845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4214234529922235845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/06/kinder-promotion.html' title='Kinder Promotion'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Si1coHPEEuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NRHhW7EYkCA/s72-c/DSC01445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5943224785603638430</id><published>2009-06-07T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:02:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Hello Second Trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty good and starting to get snug in some of my pants, but have not gained any weight. I can feel the baby bubble in my tummy and it is getting uncomfortable to lay on my tummy. I am finding that I have a bit more energy, I am still hungry a lot but, and not having that yuck nauseous feeling any more. I am however not experiencing the heartburn again every night about the same time no matter what I eat Mr. Heartburn shows up about an hour before I usually go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sivjqq-SdNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WWCzAbveYv0/s1600-h/12+weeks.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344615705034781906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sivjqq-SdNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WWCzAbveYv0/s320/12+weeks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going on with baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~she is now about 2.5 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~her hands are fully formed and she is growing fingernails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~her face looks unquestionably human: her eyes have moved from the sides to the front of her head, and her ears are right where they should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-5943224785603638430?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5943224785603638430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5943224785603638430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5943224785603638430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5943224785603638430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/06/12-weeks.html' title='12 weeks'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sivjqq-SdNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WWCzAbveYv0/s72-c/12+weeks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-9185351393082174958</id><published>2009-06-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:46:49.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meghan'/><title type='text'>Meghan's new hair cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On Thursday night after her Shower while I was dealing with a two year old temper-tantrum from Kate, Meghan decided her bangs were too long and TRIMMED them up herself! Oh words can not explain how upset I was with her! I know I know... All Kids do this, BUT this is MY kid and I am NOT OK with it! I also know that I did the same thing at one point But still this does not help my frustration! The kicker is that we have been reading a Junie B. Jones book where she cuts her hair and have been talking about how this in not a good idea, and she went and did it anyway! GRRRRR!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SissNgsXIeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3rSXSv8hKkk/s1600-h/DSC01399.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344413993431146978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SissNgsXIeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3rSXSv8hKkk/s400/DSC01399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; You can probably tell by the photo (which was taken the next day after mom had time to cool down), that she is not at all upset. She was sorry that I was upset But was in no was and still is not remorseful at all about the trim job, she thinks it looks better than before. I suppose that is good because she is the one who gets to walk around looking like this for the next few weeks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;LOVE YA MEG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8558152398656480719-9185351393082174958?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/9185351393082174958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=9185351393082174958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9185351393082174958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9185351393082174958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/06/meghahs-new-hair-cut.html' title='Meghan&apos;s new hair cut!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SissNgsXIeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3rSXSv8hKkk/s72-c/DSC01399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6005542485514008087</id><published>2009-05-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:07:24.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z all about ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Are you available? No 100% Taken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What is your age?  30 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What annoys you? Noisy eaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you know anyone named Billy? Hmmm..... Not that I can think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• When is your birthday? September 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Who is your best friend? Andrew and Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your favorite candy? Godiva Truffles YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Crush? My hysband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• When was the last time you cried? Saturday Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you daydream?: Occationally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;.• What's your favorite kind of dog? Chocolate Lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;.• What day of the week is it? Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• How do you like your eggs? Over Medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever been in the emergency room? Yes a few times Usually not for myself though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever pet an elephant? I do not think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you use fly swatters? Oh yes or whatever I can get my hands on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever used a foghorn? again Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Is there a fan in your room? A box fan and a small fan.. No AC in Cali need I say more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you chew gum? I do occationally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like gummy candies? not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like gory movies? Not at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• How are you? Hanging in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your height? 5'3"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What color is your hair?Blonde right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your favorite ice cream? I LOVE ICE CREAM!!!  My current fav is Ben and Jerry's FroYo half baked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever ice skated? A few times in Middle school I was never very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever been in an igloo? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your favorite Jelly Bean? Starburst cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever heard a really hilarious joke?Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you wear jewelry? Just my wedding rings and two sets of earrings that I never take out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Who do you want to kill? I do not want to kill anyone but there are a select few I could send to another planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever flown a kite? yep... I love to do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you think kangaroos are cute? I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;L• Are you laidback? That depends on who you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Lions or Tigers? Tigers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like black licorice? not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Favorite movie as a kid? The Breakfast Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever shopped at Moosejaw?I have no idea what that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Favorite store at the mall? I have not been to a mall in a long time..... we'll go with Build-A-Bear... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you have a nickname? Janey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Whats your favorite number? 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you prefer night or day? hmm.... Both have there pluses.... I guess days for the most part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your one wish? Tobe able to Build the house of Our dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Are you an only child?No... I have to lil' brothers who I guess are not so little anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like the color orange? I have nothing against orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What are you most paranoid about? Someone kidnapping my children and or breakinginto the house while we are in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Piercings? 3 in each ear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you know anyone named Penelope?I do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Are you quick to judge people? Not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like Quaker Oats? in no bake cookies they are AWSOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; Do you know anyone that makes quilts?ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;•Do you think you're always right? Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you watch reality TV?Um..... yes I do it is my guilty pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Reason to cry? missing my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you prefer sun or rain? Sun please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like snow? Yes I do once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your favorite season? Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• time is it? 8:56 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What time did you wake up? 7:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Can you ride a unicycle? NO I am not that coordinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you know anyone with a unibrow? Me, Meg, Kate.... I am pretty sure mike and rick were both blessed with it and we can ALL than My dear old Dad he has one too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Uncles do you have? I have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What’s the worst vegetable?Brussel Sprouts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Did you ever watch Veggie Tales?I LOVE veggie tales... I could sing you the song if you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever considered being vegan? Um... Not a chance I like me some meat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your worst habit? I really do not think I have any good habbits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like water rides? I LOVE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever been inside a windmill? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Have you ever had an x-ray? yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Ever used a Xerox machine? Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you like the color yellow? how can you not like yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What year were you born in?: 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you yell when you're angry? Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• Do you believe in the zodiac? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• What's your zodiac sign? Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;• When was the last time you went to the zoo? Um.... I think it was in April we LOVE The Zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-6005542485514008087?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6005542485514008087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6005542485514008087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6005542485514008087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6005542485514008087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-z-all-about-me.html' title='A to Z all about ME!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-1206751518137425414</id><published>2009-05-28T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:42:14.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift of ONE MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well as it turned out do to mechanical issues the ship did not leave yesterday!  Yesterday I was exhausted, Katie takes a nap after Meghan gets home from school at about 2:30 so I decided to take one too. The Big girls are told not to go outside, not to answer the door or phone, and to play quiet things or watch a movie. Then know the drill!  I usually take a phone into the bedroom with me But today I was so tired I forgot. I lay down at 2:45 and at 3:20 Andrew starts calling to tell me he can come home! The girls did not answer the phone, not even when they HEARD there dad on the machine and worse yet they did not come to tell me that he had called and he said right on the message that he was off the ship and could come home. Meghan told me when I woke that she heard daddy talking on the machine. NICE! He had called like 5 times over an hour and then went back on the ship. His last call was at 4:19 and I woke at 4:25. He then tried again at 5:15 and got a hold of me, so we went to get him for one more night together. It was good to have him home and at least for me the goodbye was much easier this morning.  However I get to spend the day exhausted again! SO there will most likely be another nap today!&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/8558152398656480719-1206751518137425414?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/1206751518137425414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=1206751518137425414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1206751518137425414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1206751518137425414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/gift-of-one-more.html' title='A gift of ONE MORE!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-9077480908637853202</id><published>2009-05-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:50:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Deployment day that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew is on the boat. The original plan was to Take him to the ship last night about 8pm. BUT well plans changed.... I could not say good bye last night I opted for one more night with my husband, one more chance to put our girls to bed together, one more morning where I wake and he IS there next to me! No matter what.... I could always use just one more!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So this morning Andrew and I woke at 4:45. He loaded all his stuff into the car, I made a breakfast to go for the girls and packed a change of clothes for them as well as we were unsure how traffic would be and if we'd make it HOME to get ready for school or have to change in the car.  When everything was ready we scooped the kids up in jammies and were out of the house by 5:25 am.  We did have a bit of a wait getting on to the base but were in the dreaded parking lot by 6:10 am.  Up until this point I had held up very well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew and I get out of the car, He pulls each of the girls out for a couple minutes to talk to and say good bye to each of them.  They of course do great, they are troopers. Meghan and Melanie understand why he has to leave and know all the things we have planned for while he is gone and are looking forward and even though they miss daddy a ton they know we will have lots of fun too. Katelynn I do not think will really get it until Daddy does not get home for a while so only time will tell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;With all the girls back in their seats it was my turn to say goodbye.... I HATE GOODBYES! I know everything will be fine I know we'll get through But it is just so hard to let him go to watch him walk away and KNOW this is the last I will see of him for nearly 5 months. We really are close we do everything together, he is my best friend, the love of my life. When he is gone my heart goes with him. So for now My heart is out to sea....&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/8558152398656480719-9077480908637853202?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/9077480908637853202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=9077480908637853202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9077480908637853202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9077480908637853202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-day.html' title='D-day'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3814326155499504272</id><published>2009-05-25T21:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:47:24.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melanie'/><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Melanie had her Dance recital for 2009 This weeekend. Here are a few photo's of our little dancer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339980461815626002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Shtr8AYL-RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LiaEkwcmDPI/s400/DSC01376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Just Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339978951852387106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShtqkHU5ayI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hkotX3-STBE/s400/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Two Melanies They LOVE that they have the same Name too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339979373205688210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Shtq8o_Wj5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/p5vtN14-hTw/s400/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Girls before the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339979968618267970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShtrfTExhUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/6PW6eVhJP7I/s400/DSC01394.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One Of Mel on Stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-3814326155499504272?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3814326155499504272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3814326155499504272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3814326155499504272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3814326155499504272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Shtr8AYL-RI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LiaEkwcmDPI/s72-c/DSC01376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7131689517593345420</id><published>2009-05-19T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:41:16.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well in the womb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew and I went to our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; today. I have been so nervous the last two days I can not even explain.  After our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miscarriage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShNBI8B-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CEzTIdLDmoE/s1600-h/9+week+ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337681605173334402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShNBI8B-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CEzTIdLDmoE/s400/9+week+ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t year we were a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt; finding out we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt; again. It is hard to get excited once you have faced the awful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; that things do not always work out the way you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;As you can see by the photo on the right ALL is well. Our little gummy bear is growing and wriggling and her little heart is beating away! Words can not describe the relief I felt seeing that little heart flicker away on the screen. Tears rolled down my cheeks. It was the most beautiful site I have ever seen! Just what this momma needed to relax and enjoy her pregnancy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;They set My due date at Dec. 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. SO we'll be welcoming our new addition around the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I would say depending on when they can get me in for the c-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8558152398656480719-7131689517593345420?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7131689517593345420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7131689517593345420&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7131689517593345420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7131689517593345420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-is-well-in-womb.html' title='All is well in the womb!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShNBI8B-UYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CEzTIdLDmoE/s72-c/9+week+ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-9135451468763628081</id><published>2009-05-14T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:59:55.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Mischief</title><content type='html'>O&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;f one kind AND another! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;That is Miss Kate..... She can not be trusted for a minute if she is out of sight you can pretty much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; she is into something she is not supposed to be in to. Yesterday was a prime example of Kate on a rampage, I would LOVE to know what is going on in her mind when she sets out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We were out of the house ALL day. She had spend the Day with Aunt Kristy so that I could go on a field trip with Melanie. We returned home at 5pm and I cooked&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SgxYk_ff7-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/28OKU8IFIO4/s1600-h/DSC01270.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737051069280226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SgxYk_ff7-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/28OKU8IFIO4/s320/DSC01270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner, we ate at 5:30, about 6pm the girls all went up stairs and played nicely (or so I thought) I went up stairs at 6:45 to start bath time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;When I&lt;/span&gt; get to the top of the steps I find a tube of toothpaste which is totally covered in the toothpaste that was once in side I knew at this point I was in for a clean up! I ask Meg and Mel where Kate is to which they reply "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;donno&lt;/span&gt;". Mel says um...... There is tooth paste all over the table mom. OK so she knows there is tooth paste on the table BUT apparently did not see HOW it got there OR where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt; went! I follow the toothpaste feet prints down the hall to find Kate standing on the toilet in the girls bathroom totally covered in tooth paste and painting the bathroom. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;throw&lt;/span&gt; her in the bath tub and walk to my bathroom to get cleaning supplies only to find a trail of opened tampons through my bedroom into the bathroom. Upon returning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the other&lt;/span&gt; bathroom I walk past meg and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mel's&lt;/span&gt; room and see that the entire lower level of the closet is on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! Really when did she have time to create this mess. an hour tops if she set right to work on her evil plan. Honestly this had to be planned My two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;old plotted&lt;/span&gt; against me on this night! SHE WON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335737781229369922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SgxZPfjOukI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jkVAvgOqdlU/s400/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-9135451468763628081?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/9135451468763628081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=9135451468763628081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9135451468763628081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/9135451468763628081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-mischief.html' title='Making Mischief'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SgxYk_ff7-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/28OKU8IFIO4/s72-c/DSC01270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5781016453044570655</id><published>2009-05-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T07:46:41.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like waiting for the storm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In Eighteen days My husband will be leaving on deployment.  During this time when you know that day is coming so very fast all I want to do is just be with him. However,this is not the calm before the storm we have so MUCH to get done before he leaves there are things that ONLY he can do and we avoid them because we do not want to have him spend one of the few days we have organizing the garage and yet it HAS to be done, we HAVE to clear the space to put his truck away for deployment (it is a manual and I can not drive it).  There are also so many things we have wanted to do and kept saying we will do that before you leave again, and we are down to our last couple weekends. To make matters worse he is on a crappy duty rotation at work which had him "on Duty" every third day(he goes in in the morning and has to spend the night and if the next day is a reg. work day has to stay for that day as well).  The last weekend he is home which would be memorial day weekend we have Melanie's dance recital which means dress rehearsal on sat. and recital on Sunday. Then Andrew has Duty on Memorial day we are just so lucky with how duty falls!  Tuesday is a regular work day so he will be home about dinner time and we will have to take him back to the ship before we put the girls to bed because The ship leaves on that Wednesday. It all seems to be coming so very fast and like a big storm you never know until it is here how bad it will be. Well I know I will be an emotional puddle the night he leaves and that will most likely be an emotional night for the girls as well. The unpredictability comes with the girls it is hard to judge how well or haw hard they will take dad leaving. This is the first time that Kate will really get t hat daddy is leaving for a long time. She seemed to do well last year, but having that under her belt I think she'll really miss him this time. Meghan and Melanie are pretty rational about it but we still have those days when they get all teary about daddy not being here. So what will this deployment bring for us..... Only time will tell!&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/8558152398656480719-5781016453044570655?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5781016453044570655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5781016453044570655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5781016453044570655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5781016453044570655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-like-waiting-for-storm.html' title='It&apos;s like waiting for the storm.....'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-8250312431965780603</id><published>2009-05-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:04:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mommy Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;I totally dropped the ball today! Melanie was supposed to have a tech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; for her dance recital at 11:15 this morning. It was written on the calendar and everything!  I  totally forgot it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me at 4pm when I looked at the calendar. I got up this morning with a plan to get all the Laundry done and the bedding on all the beds changed. I was feeling like for the first time in the last couple weeks that I was really making progress. I was not tired I had some energy.... apparently my brain was the only thing I was lacking today!&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/8558152398656480719-8250312431965780603?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/8250312431965780603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=8250312431965780603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8250312431965780603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8250312431965780603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad-mommy-moment.html' title='Bad Mommy Moment!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3961422104849028888</id><published>2009-04-26T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:30:56.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT a Weekend.... Busy Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So Saturday was a very busy day. Andrew had Duty Friday night and got home about 9:30 am Saturday morning. We were all up and fed and the children had just being booted from the HUGE moon sand disaster they made in the dinning room. I was on the phone with mom and also working of a side dish for our Sunday picnic with Family. Once I got off the phone and finished the side dish and cleaned the kitchen a bit I was off to the shower. Melanie had dance at 11:45 so While I was getting ready Andrew fed the kids some lunch and even packed me a to-go lunch (which was very sweet of him). Sat. morning is not our regular dance day however, Melanie's dance class is combined with 2 other classes for the big recital coming up in May, so they were invited to join the other classes on several dates so as to be prepared for the big production. Dance was done at 12:30 and we were off to a birthday Party for one of Melanie's classmates. I enjoy going to the birthdays and chatting with the other parents and seeing the kids interact with the kids form their class is always fun. Andrew HATES these events and is happy to hold down the fort at home with the others. It is nice to spend time with just one or even just two of the girls from time to time. While we were gone Meghan and Andrew vegged out together and Kate got her nap in which is always a good thing. Melanie and I returned home at 3:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday Night was a big night for Meghan. She had her first sleep over, this one was with her girl scout troop leader and was an organized event and I was sure she was in good hands and would have a ball. She wavered back and forth all week about whether or not she should go. She was nervous to be away from home and was sure she'd miss us. She was also extremely excited about the idea of being with all of her friends overnight. It was hard to watch her struggle to make the best choice. I waned her to go I want her to be comfortable and have fun with her friends, but I was also thinking she's so little its OK if she does not do this YET! In the end this was her decision to make. Saturday came and it was all excitement and she was ready to go by 10 am when she did not even need to be there until 4pm. As it turned out she did have a ball, and could not stop beaming all the way home about how much fun she had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew and I had also made plans to go out to dinner Saturday night just the two of us. It had been a year since our last date night, so we thought it was about time for some one on one time with each other. A friend of mine had offered to watch the girls for me a couple months back and the time just never seemed to work out right until this weekend so we went for it. I have been wanting to go to Benihanna's for a while now, It is a Japanese restaurant with Hibachi tables, and I just LOVE the food. I was not disappointed this time and hope to go back again soon it was a delicious meal and a nice evening with my honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today we met up with Andrew's two brothers, and their families (both brothers are also in the Navy and stationed here). The park we intended to go to was packed and no tables or grills were available so we ended up going to a different park after driving around a while trying to find a place. We got started an hour and a half late but were able to have fun and enjoy each other's company in the end and that is what matters. It is a blessing to have family near us, and I enjoy getting everyone together. While we were there Melanie ended up getting hurt while playing on the playground she hit her mouth on a metal set of binoculars and cut her gums pretty good. We got the bleeding under control pretty quick and the teeth are not loose BUT it looks bad. I am thinking I will call the dentist tomorrow and see if I can get her in to have it checked just to be sure there is no permanent damage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329192332040198146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SfUYMNL92AI/AAAAAAAAADI/4Zq5pV-gTUA/s400/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Now we are home and relaxing before we start another BUSY week made even more crazy by adding in swim lessons!&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/8558152398656480719-3961422104849028888?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3961422104849028888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3961422104849028888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3961422104849028888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3961422104849028888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weekend-busy-busy-busy.html' title='WHAT a Weekend.... Busy Busy Busy!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SfUYMNL92AI/AAAAAAAAADI/4Zq5pV-gTUA/s72-c/DSC01161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3384025929776510866</id><published>2009-04-22T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:16:29.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Se9iKunen9I/AAAAAAAAACg/mbFiRmg4_sE/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327584820654415826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Se9iKunen9I/AAAAAAAAACg/mbFiRmg4_sE/s400/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On Monday I went and got my hair cut. I was going for a slightly shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; version of what I already had. It is shorter alright! I do not hate it but I also do not Love it. Although it is really easy to do so that is a plus. Andrew says it looks good, but I really think he would never say it didn't look good, cause' he knows better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I figure probably in a couple weeks it will be exactly what I wanted. Although each day I fix it myself I like it a bit more. which is good because there is kind of no turning back at this point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am also Moving back towards blond in the color already, It seems to get lighter all the time. I guess you can't hide your true colors too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-3384025929776510866?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3384025929776510866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3384025929776510866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3384025929776510866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3384025929776510866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-hair-cut.html' title='New Hair Cut'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Se9iKunen9I/AAAAAAAAACg/mbFiRmg4_sE/s72-c/DSC01155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-3884838146826082639</id><published>2009-04-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:34:21.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew it was so hard to keep secrets from your kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So BIG news in the Olmsted house. We are once again Expecting, our new little addition is due Dec. 20th. I am currently 5 weeks pregnant, and Andrew and I could not be more thrilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have not told the girls yet they will be thrilled when we do, But I am being cautious. We were pregnant this time last year and told the girls right away, they were so very excited to have a new baby on the way. I was due Dec. 6th last year. We were devastated when at 10 weeks we found out the baby had stopped growing at 7 weeks and had no heart beat. Having already had three healthy babies with no complications I was really shocked that this had happen. Telling Meghan and Melanie that the baby was not coming after all was truly the hardest thing I have ever had to do. We told them then that maybe we would have a baby next year.  They have been asking since January when we would have a baby, and I just could not bare to break there hearts again. We have an appointment for an ultra sound on May 19th and I will be 9 weeks at that point. We plan on telling them after we see the heart beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;To get back to the title, It is really hard with them not knowing. They are always around and even though I have told people, I can not talk about it because they are there and Melanie is the worst for listening in on adult conversations she does not miss a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I figure I can post on here my thoughts and concerns and excitement and at least give myself the illusion that I am talking about this huge event in my life right now that I am having to keep secret for another month.&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/8558152398656480719-3884838146826082639?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/3884838146826082639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=3884838146826082639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3884838146826082639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/3884838146826082639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-knew-it-was-so-hard-to-keep-secrets.html' title='Who knew it was so hard to keep secrets from your kids?'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-4621764443060630343</id><published>2009-04-19T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:17:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "meme"..... Why? Because I am not doing anything productive right now ... why NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;questionnaire&lt;/span&gt;... about ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. My uncle once : Once Promised to take me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; show, but never actually got around to taking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. Never in my life : Have I took a single puff of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. When I was seventeen : I was young and in Love and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naive&lt;/span&gt; about so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. High School was :  Good Most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. I will never forget : The first time My husband said "I love you", &amp;amp; Seeing each of my babies for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. I once met : A man who changed the way I saw my future... So I married him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;7. There’s this girl I know who : Used to be one of  my best friends, We had a huge falling out and only years later did I come to realize I have her to thank for the wonderful life I have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;8. Once, at a bar : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... I do not have a bar memory that stands out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;9. By noon, I’m usually : Home from my second of three trips to the school that I make ever day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;11. If only I had : Money Lots and LOTS of money! I could pay everything off, buy a house and have NO worries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;12. Next time I go to gym/church : gym... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I am too self conscious to go to gym, Church.... I'd like to find a church I feel comfortable at, here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;13. Susan Boyle : Is a very humble lady who was given an amazing gift of a singing voice and a nice dose of self confidence to go with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;14. What worries me most : The impending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; from my husband, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;known of so many things that could happen in the next  months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;15. When I turn my head left, I see : The fish Tank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;16. When I turn my head right, I see : The couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;17. You know I’m lying when : I don't know I am not a very good Liar so I try not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;18. What I miss most about the eighties :The innocence of child hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be : a star crossed lover... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;20. By this time next year : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....  I hope that  we will be looking to move back east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;21. A better name for me would be : I can not think of a better name BUT I would like to add a y to t he one I have and remove the space so... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;JayneAnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;22. I have a hard time understanding : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; when she sings her little made up songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;23. If I ever go back to school, I’ll : be a nurse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;24. You know I like you if : I invite you to my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;25. If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be : Andrew, and My Mom and Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;26. When I compare 80’s rock to 90’s rock : Um.... I can say I could tell you which was which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;27. Take my advice, never :  Ignore your instinct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;28. My ideal breakfast is : A raisin Bagel with cream cheese, and a cup of hot tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;29. A song I love, but do not own is : There are so Many I can not pin point one.... Um ... Not sure nothing jumps out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest : Meaning where I currently live.... I would say Let's hit the Beach You must put your feet in the pacific ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;31. My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Beatle&lt;/span&gt; is : Yeah I do not have a favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Beatle&lt;/span&gt; ... I'd be lucky to be able to name them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;32. Why won’t people : Mind their own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;33. If you spend the night at my house : I'd be thrilled I love to have visitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;34. I’d stop my wedding for : I do not really get this one... I guess I would have stopped my wedding for a medical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;emergencies&lt;/span&gt; or if one of the kids had gotten hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;35. The world could do without : Whew.... Drugs.... War..... Guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;36. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than : than eat it.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;37. My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; is : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Buffey&lt;/span&gt;! If she was a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; which I am not sure of! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;38: Paper clips are more useful than : Tape??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;39. If I do anything well, it’s :  you are asking the wrong person... I am very critical of me!  I guess keep my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;40. And by the way : It is time for bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-4621764443060630343?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/4621764443060630343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=4621764443060630343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4621764443060630343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4621764443060630343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/meme-why-because-i-am-not-doing.html' title='A &quot;meme&quot;..... Why? Because I am not doing anything productive right now ... why NOT!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-1005588399982695849</id><published>2009-04-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:18:31.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring into Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SetphaiQADI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ej6lnVKqBRE/s1600-h/DSC00972.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326467007075319858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SetphaiQADI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ej6lnVKqBRE/s400/DSC00972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; Yesterday my girls and I went to Sea world. Right now they are having special night time shows and staying open until 9 pm. The girls LOVE to go to sea world and having a passport (membership card) has been the best money we have ever spent. They never tire of it, and being able to go back whenever we want makes it nice to not have to try to get everything into one visit. Plus they have a lot of special events at holiday times and at different times a year so it is not always the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The plan was to eat lunch at home and dinner at sea world. So we left the house about 2pm. The night time stuff is all after 6pm so this gave us some time to mill around and eat dinner before the shows. Ironically 50,000 other people had this same great idea apparently and we had to park in the farthest possible lot, despite trying to get preferred parking with our membership card (apparently that only works when it is not already full). It took us 20 minutes easy to walk from the parking spot to the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It was a nice warm day and the girls Love to play in the water play area at the bay of play so we took their bathing suits and spent the first 2 hours playing there. They had money from Easter so they got to spend it which they Love because usually they are told "we are not BUYING ANYTHING!" If it were up to them we would own one of everything the park sells. Next it was off to dinner at our favorite place, the calypso bay smokehouse. They have yummy BBQ chicken and ribs and corn on the cob and dinner rolls and fresh strawberries... we just love it they have something for each of us and everyone gets a full belly which is great. I hate spending money on dinner that the kids refuse to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326467626876380850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SetqFfeVprI/AAAAAAAAACY/iU7CSjYatb4/s400/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Next we hit the Sea Lion and Otter show which is always very funny. From there we grabbed a few snacks changed into warmer clothes for the cool night and headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dolp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Seto9tCZhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/X7pglfIDXe0/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326466393566708770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Seto9tCZhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/X7pglfIDXe0/s400/DSC00989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hin&lt;/span&gt; show. This too was different than usual and had some cool pyrotechnic parts. After the dolphin show we and 10, 000 of our closest friends ran across the park to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; show in time. I threw Kate in the stroller and told Meghan and Melanie to grab onto my coat so I could feel they were with me and OFF we went! Whew we made it.... and found seats near the top which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shamu&lt;/span&gt; Rock's there were fireworks and out seats were awesome for the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Forty Five minutes later we got to the car and headed home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; was exhausted having missed her nap. She was mad that I did not want to listen to them watch a movie and instead put on music, BUT as soon as she stopped arguing with me she was asleep. It was a very nice day. The Girls said "This is the best day ever MOM". Funny they have one of those every couple of weeks or so and never seem to remember the last one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-1005588399982695849?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/1005588399982695849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=1005588399982695849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1005588399982695849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/1005588399982695849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-into-nights.html' title='Spring into Nights'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SetphaiQADI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ej6lnVKqBRE/s72-c/DSC00972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-6933954414111673585</id><published>2009-04-12T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:39:49.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; As luck would have it Andrew has Duty Today Easter Sunday. He was Deployed last year. We really have some great luck with his schedule it seems like he end up working on all the wrong days. So we make the best of the days we do have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323840031553273602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SeIUTUG8vwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hM0L0sUYaNI/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The Girls after the Egg Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I decided we would do our Egg hunt on Saturday and have Easter dinner Sat. Night. Unfortunately Our family who is here had already made other plans so it was just us, and it was OK we had a NICE dinner and enjoyed time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323841359403546482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SeIVgmvH93I/AAAAAAAAAB4/NJcQhB4OceI/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This morning the Easter Bunny had come and hid Baskets for each of the girls. They were very excited and enjoyed way to much candy way to early in the morning. Luckily they did not get a TON of candy so in a few days it will be gone and we can return to normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323844239908158914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SeIYIRc8PcI/AAAAAAAAACA/UnbzICDFWZM/s400/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The Girls with their Baskets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-6933954414111673585?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/6933954414111673585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=6933954414111673585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6933954414111673585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/6933954414111673585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SeIUTUG8vwI/AAAAAAAAABw/hM0L0sUYaNI/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-8719708746935260236</id><published>2009-04-10T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:47:08.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An after noon Outing to "THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Andrew got home from work early and Kate was down for a nap so I took Meghan and Melanie to see Hannah Montana at the movie theater. They were so very excited, I may be the Coolest mom ever at least for the rest of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Melanie sang her little Heart out to every single song, she even stood up and did the Ho Down Throw Down with the girl in the row in front of us. It was hilarious! She is such a drama queen If she does not end up in some type of preforming arts I will be shocked. She has always been a little singer, and with three years of Ballet under her belt she is getting to be quite the dancer as well. She is totally uninhibited and thrived on the attention of an audience. It is amazing to me. I do not know where she got the nerve I love to sing and am known to do a silly dance for my kids but would NEVER do either if I knew anyone was watching I would be mortified! After the Movie Melanie Dances ALL the way to the car. Meghan say with her hand on her fore-head "MOM... She is SUCH a DORK!". You see Meghan is her sister's polar opposite she too is an artist at heart and is a good singer, and is getting good at piano/keyboard but would never want anyone anywhere (even mom and dad) to see her. She is frequently caught putting on a show for her stuffed animals and immediately hides under the nearest pillow or blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was a nice afternoon out with my big girls.&lt;/span&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/8558152398656480719-8719708746935260236?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/8719708746935260236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=8719708746935260236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8719708746935260236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/8719708746935260236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-noon-outing-to-hannah-montana.html' title='An after noon Outing to &quot;THE HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE&quot;'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5581538783362857018</id><published>2009-04-09T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:31:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is in YOUR Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have seen this on a couple other Blogs and decided To show you MY purse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It is a pretty boring Mommy Purse. I do not use a diaper bag and I am really not a fan of purses in general SO this one does double duty for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here is the "bag":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322820515898204178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sd51DsVGIBI/AAAAAAAAABg/AL1Fl_8e6WM/s320/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And here is what is IN it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322821073106990258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sd51kIGBdLI/AAAAAAAAABo/TKYNs6_xqdc/s320/DSC00774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The contents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kate's pants and Undies (incase of accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pull up (in case of 2nd accident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;3 Tampons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Dramamine (Meg and Kate get car sick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Motrin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;IPod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;headphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cell Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Socks (recently took meg and mel Sneaker shopping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Zoo Membership registration renewal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wipes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-5581538783362857018?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5581538783362857018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5581538783362857018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5581538783362857018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5581538783362857018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-in-your-purse.html' title='What is in YOUR Purse'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sd51DsVGIBI/AAAAAAAAABg/AL1Fl_8e6WM/s72-c/DSC00772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-7555002127353387324</id><published>2009-04-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:12:46.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Potty Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katelynn&lt;/span&gt; has been holding steady with the potty training. She did AMAZING while camping. I kept her in Pull ups because I was unable to do laundry daily if she had accidents. In the last week she has had 3 accidents that I can remember one was poo and 2 pee while dozing in the car. She has really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shocked&lt;/span&gt; me after 3 days I was ready to quit we hit bottom on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; of the first week and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night she started telling us and going on her own. She has been very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; the last week. Words can not express how happy we are that we will NOT be buying diapers... at least not for a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; KATE!!!!&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/8558152398656480719-7555002127353387324?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/7555002127353387324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=7555002127353387324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7555002127353387324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/7555002127353387324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-potty-princess.html' title='Miss Potty Princess'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5227904717155485254</id><published>2009-04-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:26:40.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We left home around 12:30pm on Monday April 30th and drove 3 .5 hours North East to Yucca Valley, CA. We qu&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdooodzJ9GI/AAAAAAAAABI/-Po8XonpsEU/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321610585350730850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdooodzJ9GI/AAAAAAAAABI/-Po8XonpsEU/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ickly got to work setting up the tent and the Girls discovered an awesome bush that had a hollow center to play in and instantly had their club house! Andrew then got to work on a fire for dinner and I set up house in the tent. Soon our camp was ready and so was dinner. It was really COLD the first night and by 9:30 we had all snuggled into our beds with as many clothes on and as many blankets as we could find. It was a VERY cold sleep that night but the girls seemed to manage it all very well and slept through the night no problem. Mom and dad spent the night worrying about the little ones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tuesday morning we were off to the Joshua Tree National Forrest to see what it held for us. We stopped at the visitor center for a map and found out the girls could do some work and become Jr. Rangers(which the took very seriously) headed in. We were very surprised to see what all there was to do. Lots of rocks to climb, hikes to explore and dirty road that require a 4 &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sdoqab6pq9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/H0MSoNLbBew/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321612543350385618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Sdoqab6pq9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/H0MSoNLbBew/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wheel drive car to experience. First we stopped at quail crossing because the girls were ready to get out of the car and we had fun finding lizards and climbing the rocks. Then it was on to big rocks which turned out to have a very cool camp ground and Andrew drooled over that while making plans already for the NEXT trip. There was also more climbing fun to be had at Big rocks. Then we headed back to camp for dinner, only to find that it was VERY windy and we struggled to get dinner cooked we then decided to to have a picnic in the tent. Katie was also a bit scared of the wind. After dinner was cleaned up Andrew hooked up the lap top on a power inverter run off a spare car battery and we all snuggled up and watched a movie before bed. Another rough night of sleep ensued at least for mom (dad said he slept better) Kate fussed on and off as the tent was hitting her in the head when the wind blew it. But we made it threw and about 3 am the wind stopped and we slept well for a couple hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wednesday we got up and moving early and went out to see what we could find in the Park. The girls spent the morning working on their &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdonJCmNzzI/AAAAAAAAABA/UWEgvoPh6cA/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321608945961127730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdonJCmNzzI/AAAAAAAAABA/UWEgvoPh6cA/s320/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jr. Ranger paperwork so we stpped at the ranger station to hand that in first. We did some more rock exploration and tried to find the trail to Barker Damn which we never did but had fun anyway. Then we wanted to ride on the geology tour road which was one of the 4WD paths. The actual tour part was a bit tame and then we went off the trail on another road which was very fun and rocky and LONG! Andrew was thrilled I had fun and the girls were over it about half way through. Kate said "let's get off this broken road daddy". We ended up stopping for dinner at a KFC on the way home because the trail ended quite a ways from camp and it was already late. Back at camp it was an awesome night the wind was gone the air was cool but not cold and we enjoyed a great camp fire. We had friends at the site who liked the fire and came out to visit us and well kept us on our toes. They looked like a hamster with a long tail that had a puff of fur on the end. Come to find out they are "Kangaroo Rats". Damn things are to fast to photo though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Thursday was back to the park for a couple of hikes (we finally found the Barker Damn Trail). We saw lots of cool dessert plants (cactus, wild flowers and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdosMMC0asI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ywXY4TxtV8/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321614497594763970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdosMMC0asI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ywXY4TxtV8/s320/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trees). When we left camp that morning it was starting to get Windy, up in the park for most of the day it was fine but we were at a higher elevation. Then toward the evening it was windy there too. When we arrived back at camp we found our tent broken and the wind was unbelievably strong the whole tent was swaying side to side. Andrew spent at least an hour fixing and tightening up the tent and fixing the broken hooks with string. By this time it was 7 pm and we could not start a fire in the wind it was not safe let alone possible. So off to McDonalds we went. We also decided that if the wind did not die down by the time we got back we'd go to a hotel. We ended up back at camp to pack a bag and off to the Hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Friday Morning we went back to camp amazingly the tent held. We spent 2 hours breaking everything down and packing up. By 11 am we were off to Bakersfield for a visit with My grandfather.&lt;/span&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/8558152398656480719-5227904717155485254?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5227904717155485254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5227904717155485254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5227904717155485254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5227904717155485254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-family-vacation.html' title='Our Family Vacation'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/SdooodzJ9GI/AAAAAAAAABI/-Po8XonpsEU/s72-c/DSC00511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-158507023568013774</id><published>2009-03-29T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:48:42.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating and Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I thought I would jump on and update the potty progress. It seems that we may be turning the corner. We have stuck it out and for 6 days now lived life running to the potty every 45 minutes or so. She has twice told us she had to go and twice she just went and did it without telling us. Andrew and I and her sisters have all praised her and hugged and kissed and hooted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hollered&lt;/span&gt; and made a huge deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. This morning we got the big prize........ POO on the potty Oh yeah! You would have thought we won the lottery and she got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fudge cicle&lt;/span&gt; at 10 am and her sisters were jealous. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; wanted to call her grandma (my mom) but ahem... they were not home! I said oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hun&lt;/span&gt; grandma is not home right now and she says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; can I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PatPat&lt;/span&gt; (my dad) I guess she does not get that they are at the same place. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; with we'll call and tell her later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In addition to the news on the potty training I am on here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; the tasks of the day. I have 3 loads of laundry to fold AND I have to pack for our trip. I HATE BOTH! I can wash laundry no problem just throw in a load here and there as I go about my day as they come out of the dryer I put them in a basket in my bedroom and avoid it like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plague&lt;/span&gt; Spending an hour folding laundry is not my idea of a good time. Yes I know if I just folded them when they came out of the dryer it would not take that long. My mother tells me this ALL the time I just can not bring myself to do it. As for Packing I do not know what the hang up is there I just do not like to do it I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chronic&lt;/span&gt; over packer in that I want to prepare for every possible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;occurrence&lt;/span&gt;. Making those choices on what to bring and what to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;... I just do not like to do it! I think I will go do the dishes and exercise and then shower... then I will get to the dreaded tasks of the day. Oh yeah I have to call mom too..... I am good at procrastinating!&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/8558152398656480719-158507023568013774?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/158507023568013774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=158507023568013774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/158507023568013774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/158507023568013774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/updating-and-procrastinating.html' title='Updating and Procrastinating'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-4427152486414675593</id><published>2009-03-28T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:48:26.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family trip... LONG over due!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On Monday Andrew and I are heading out with our girls on a camping adventure in the desert. We have not been camping since late summer 2007 due to moving and deployment and whatnot it just has not worked out. I had big plans of going to Yosemite and camping and experiencing that with the girls. Apparently you have to plan to visit Yosemite at least 6 months in advance. Which is not going to happen I do not even know if my husband will be in the US in 6 months let alone be able to take time off when my kids do not have school and I can find some to cover babysitting my nephew for me. So Yosemite will have to be a non camping adventure in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Our destination is Yucca Valley California which is about 3 hours north east of us and near the Joshua tree National Forrest. We are hoping to do some hiking and off roading in addition to making s'mores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have loved camping since I was a child, although I never really knew real camping until I went with my husband's family roughly 5 years ago for the first time. I had been with Andrew camping but he apparently fed into my spoiled nature and we only went to places fully equipped with a shower house where I could not only get clean but use a hair dryer. He grew up with "rustic" camping, and um you are lucky if you have a toilet and a near by lake to wash in. We have made a few treks to Michigan to camp with family there and I have learned to enjoy the less glamorous aspects of camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We are hoping that we picked a nice area to camp, it is hard to pick a destination when you know nothing about the area. This could be quite an adventure. We know they do not have showers but do have what they call a comfort station with flushing toilets and a sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On Friday after we pack up camp we are driving 3 hours North west of Yucca Valley to Bakersfield to visit my Grand Father and his wife Cathie. We will return home one week from tomorrow and I will be sure to post the details of our adventure as well as any cool photo's we may get along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&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/8558152398656480719-4427152486414675593?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/4427152486414675593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=4427152486414675593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4427152486414675593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4427152486414675593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-trip-long-over-due.html' title='A Family trip... LONG over due!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5607001842437142669</id><published>2009-03-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:20:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;We have set aside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; nights as family night for a few years now. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; evening we are in the house with the kids either watching a movie or playing games. We typically leaned more toward the movie being that the girls well did not have the attention span for too many games. Until recently that is. Last night we enjoyed more than two hours of game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; fun with the big girls. Kate is not a staying up after bed time kind of girl. She pretty typically demands to be in bed no later than 8. Party of the glory of family night is getting to stay up late (and sleep in on Sat. morn... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;) we actually we playing games until ten o'clock last night and did not even realize how late it was. I LOVE to play games and am so very excited for the girls to be getting to a point that we can enjoy them together. Last nights Games were Apples to Apples Kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;. These were Melanie's picks.&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/8558152398656480719-5607001842437142669?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5607001842437142669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5607001842437142669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5607001842437142669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5607001842437142669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-night-fun.html' title='Family Night Fun!'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-5524425916180982551</id><published>2009-03-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:19:53.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate'/><title type='text'>More on Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The first two days of Mom's Potty Training Boot Camp went pretty well. Then day 3 came and someone realised she had control and not in a good way. She had 5 accidents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peed&lt;/span&gt; very little on the potty. Day 4 was a bit better but still not great. I do think she is starting to hold it some and not have to pee as frequently, but she has started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resisting&lt;/span&gt; sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Last night she had a nightmare about NOT wanting to poo on the potty and she was yelling that out in her sleep. I am not looking to traumatise my child but I also am really ready to be done with diapers. This is getting a bit frustrating and honestly I am about ready to quit!&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/8558152398656480719-5524425916180982551?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/5524425916180982551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=5524425916180982551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5524425916180982551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/5524425916180982551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-on-potty-training.html' title='More on Potty Training'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-4208027832529478241</id><published>2009-03-25T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:21:04.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy'/><title type='text'>The Great Potty Training Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh where do I begin???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Katelynn is 2 years and 9 months old. and I have been trying to patiently wait for her to show SOME interest in using the potty basically since she turned 2. Being that I am not a very patient person this was a challenge in it's self it has been a long 9 months! She has been willing to go if you take her and we have even had a few lucky moments when she poo-ed! That being said If I do not take her she is just as happy to go in her diaper or all over herself in undies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A little bit of background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This is not my first child to potty train. She is MY third child third girl. In addition to that I have been a day care teacher and have potty trained dozens of other people's kids. I am NO rookie I know the tricks and the rewards and the ecouraging. I even know the "punishment" techniques. and non of these have any affect on my strong willed child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I decided that since my big girls are on spring break this is a great time to focus on Kate using the potty. I have nothing that I have to do for at least 4 days NO distractions to complicate things this is a prime time to just buckle down and be a slave to the 2 year old who needs to get potty trained. So we started on Monday March 23rd, 2009 and three days in I am pretty sure I am not potty training the child I am training myself like pavlov's dog to grab her and run to the potty every time the buzzer goes off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here is what we are doing. When I wake up (I have not given up sleeping in over break a mom can only sacrafice so much and the children think waking at 6:30 no matter the day is a good thing) I take her to the potty and put on undies and a t-shirt NO pants for less laundry and thinking that that free feeling will help her hold it. If she goes a normal amount we set the timer for 45 minutes, just a little pee and the timer gets 30 minutes, No pee and the timer gets 15 minutes. She gets rewarded with 4 mini MM's when she pee's and a chocolate if she poo's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In the last 3 days we have had three pee accidents and 1 poo accident. To the naked eye this may seem like a great start. HOWEVER.... she has not TOLD me not even once that she has to go. is she really learning anything? I guess only time will tell. I am not sure how long I can live with the buzzer going off ever 45 minutes but I am willing to try at least for a week. We leave to go camping Next monday and that will make the process a bit harder but I plan on taking the little potty with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;If any of you mommies have any suggestions my ears are open!&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/8558152398656480719-4208027832529478241?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/4208027832529478241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=4208027832529478241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4208027832529478241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4208027832529478241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-potty-training-challenge.html' title='The Great Potty Training Challenge'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558152398656480719.post-4563410940480208667</id><published>2009-03-24T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:21:29.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am totally new to Blogging.... Well to writing a blog anyway. I have read other people's blogs and always thought it to be a great idea, BUT I am NO writer I do not even Journal so bare with me this could be a bumpy road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I mainly decided to start this as a means of recording the experiences and adventures of our Family for the Family we do not get to see as much as we'd like. I think will be a nice way for them to keep up on what we are doing. I can not say I will write daily but I will do My best to keep it current. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;SO WHY Ordinary Miracles? Well It is a song by Sarah McLachlan from the movie Charlotte's Web. I just think it really sums up LIFE for me being full of Ordinary Miracle's every day! As a mom I experience little miracles every single day, and some days it is just a miracle we made it to bed time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urv7tyeJ7qE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Urv7tyeJ7qE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;These are MY miracles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316979772694374194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Scm07sVipzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uKcHHHvFv3U/s400/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8558152398656480719-4563410940480208667?l=anavywife729.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/feeds/4563410940480208667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8558152398656480719&amp;postID=4563410940480208667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4563410940480208667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8558152398656480719/posts/default/4563410940480208667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anavywife729.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Jane Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16260246133001895864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/ShcKYCRnH0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/XkZBEdBug30/S220/DSC01371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qdqxSGUdFOM/Scm07sVipzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uKcHHHvFv3U/s72-c/DSC00493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
