<?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-38895332</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:17.018-07:00</updated><category term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>Times in our Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3295907502738759177</id><published>2009-03-02T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:04:12.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So today was my dr appt. I was a little worried since I woke up at 2:30 am having contractions. I ended up taking one of my pills. I took a shower thinking that might help too. A few of them I had were quite painful. Which they haven't been painful yet. I finally got them to calm down and went back to sleep. When I woke up at 8 am I started having them again. Again I took a pill and it seemed to calm them down. I have had a few through out the rest of the day. She is going to keep me on that pill. And since it doesn't take anything to make me contract she has me off work now. She really wants me to be 36 weeks before they don't stop it. So as for now we are just staying home. Being have and taking my pills as long as it isn't really hard labor. She said that the pill I have isn't going to stop the hard labor contractions. So we are byding time right now. She would love to see me at 37 weeks. So we will see what happens. I will be 36 on thursday. I then have another dr appt next Tuesday. So we will see what happens. Even though I am in pain from the hip and pelvic pain I am following the rules and trying to keep him in there as long as possible. So it is day by day now. My mom said when I told her that I am so tired cause I am not sleeping at all because of the pain. She said that maybe that is God's way of preparing me for a baby that doesn't sleep at nite. Which might very well be true. I don't think we can get as lucky as we did with kaylee. So that is the plan and what is going on right now. I will keep this updated. So keep watching one of these days soon it will have pics of this baby that thinks he needs to try to come earlier than he should. Thank you everyone for your thoughts and watching for what happens. Prayers are good too. I will make sure I follow the rules too. So until something new I will update when something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3295907502738759177?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3295907502738759177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3295907502738759177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3295907502738759177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3295907502738759177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1519315612282757650</id><published>2009-03-02T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:03:22.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavlmXv_m-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/31WnRKYHkxE/s1600-h/100_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589033159367650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavlmXv_m-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/31WnRKYHkxE/s400/100_2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Savlly--uWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OCz-EibPt-M/s1600-h/100_2198.JPG"&gt;Cousin Kelsey and Kaylee after her basket ball game.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589023290112354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Savlly--uWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OCz-EibPt-M/s400/100_2198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylee holding muffy at gramma's house. Muffy was so glad to see Kaylee go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavlluWYd3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/FTS_0uLrQWY/s1600-h/100_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589022046091122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavlluWYd3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/FTS_0uLrQWY/s400/100_2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy look at me I am old enough aren't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavllHBnYMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hCUO1zEeQ7s/s1600-h/100_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589011490005186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavllHBnYMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/hCUO1zEeQ7s/s400/100_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Ben I am going to be as tall as you so I can play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Savlkzowl6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/V0UhH7skbJU/s1600-h/100_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308589006285477794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Savlkzowl6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/V0UhH7skbJU/s400/100_2189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1519315612282757650?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1519315612282757650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1519315612282757650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1519315612282757650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1519315612282757650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-random-pics.html' title='More random pics'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavlmXv_m-I/AAAAAAAAAVk/31WnRKYHkxE/s72-c/100_2191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6336078377650996608</id><published>2009-03-02T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:53:09.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from Cousin davids b-day party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjUTM-UlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSv54oVJfcc/s1600-h/100_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586523677839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjUTM-UlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSv54oVJfcc/s400/100_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin David and Kaylee watching a DVD at his 3rd b-day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTiN8uZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gw2XMrpDScQ/s1600-h/100_2177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586510528592274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTiN8uZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gw2XMrpDScQ/s400/100_2177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Swimming at the b-day party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTYbPDII/AAAAAAAAAUs/1nNYOvDjRx4/s1600-h/100_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586507899964546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTYbPDII/AAAAAAAAAUs/1nNYOvDjRx4/s400/100_2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired b-day boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTO_AifI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rvjB3ozc12Q/s1600-h/100_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586505365654002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjTO_AifI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rvjB3ozc12Q/s400/100_2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Gretchen swimming, loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjS3u1WRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Td9Zf0IH_48/s1600-h/100_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308586499123796242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjS3u1WRI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Td9Zf0IH_48/s400/100_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaylee with Cousin Iver all ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6336078377650996608?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6336078377650996608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6336078377650996608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6336078377650996608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6336078377650996608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-from-cousin-davids-b-day-party.html' title='Pics from Cousin davids b-day party'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SavjUTM-UlI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vSv54oVJfcc/s72-c/100_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-672786224357881165</id><published>2009-02-26T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:04:56.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well lets see we are trying to have a baby too early. I worked all weekend. I started having a pain in my groin Friday. I thought I pulled a muscle but how was beyond me. Every time I try to move I am in pain. Doesn't matter if I am laying down, sitting or standing. It has just gotten worse everyday. I wasn't trying to complain cause I don't want to be a big baby and a whiner. Well Sunday nite at work it must have irritated my uterus enough to make me start contracting. I ended up a pt instead of working. I work on Labor and Delivery, as a secretary, at the hospital I will deliver at. I was contracting every 2-3 minutes. I was glad my dr was on call to, so I got to see her. I told her about my pain in my groin and pelvic area. I described it to her as it feels like my pelvic bone is being cracked in half. She said oh yeah that is because of your pregnancy. She said that your ligaments slowly relax to get ready for delivery throughout your pregnancy. Well in my case they have loosened to fast. So in turn causes this pain. She said she has had other women come in in a wheelchair to their appointments cause it can get so bad that they can't walk. Unfortunately it probably won't get any better either. So she gave me a shot of medicine called terbutaline to stop the contractions which it did. She told me she would like to get me to 36 weeks if I go early. She also said I am one of those lucky women that has a uterus that lets them feel everything. She called it a twitchy uterus. Yah. Well I went home and Monday only had a couple contractions. Tuesday I woke up had a few before I went to the dr. They said to try to stay quiet. Well I had a funeral and prayer service to go too. I did good for the most of the day. I started having contractions at 6 that nite. By the time I headed home I was having alot. I wanted to get home and take a shower and lay down cause I had been up all day. I thought it would help to lay down. They finally settled down at about 11 pm. I woke up at 5:30 Wed morning and just standing making toast I started having them again. From the time I woke up to 7 am I had about 3 which isn't really enough to worry about. From 7 to 8 I had 4. I was told by my dr that if I had 4 or more in an hour to call and come in. Well by the time we got on the road to go in I was having them pretty much every 2-3 minutes again. So we were back on L &amp;amp; D. Another shot of terb. And they stopped. I was sent home on the pill form of the terb and on bedrest til Monday I am assuming. I have a dr appt on Monday so we will see what she wants to do after that. I am 35 weeks today. When being checked I have dilated a little too. Which I know you can be dilated for a long time. But with being it is my second pregnancy and having contractions like I have had they are a little worried about my cervix changing and they don't want that to happen yet. I am dilated to 1 1/2 and 70% effaced(thickness of my cervix). That is the bad part. The nurse yesterday said the good part is you are getting close to where in a week they will just let me go, and with being my 2nd pregnancy and being dilated already it probably won't take much for me to get delivered. She has been there for years so she kinda knows that stuff. So we are trying to stay as quiet as can be, especially with a 2 yr old at home. I have so much stuff to get done before the baby comes too. So I am try to just do the light and little things to get ready. My husband will be busy this weekend with the big stuff. So I will update what I find out on Monday at my dr appt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-672786224357881165?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/672786224357881165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=672786224357881165&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/672786224357881165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/672786224357881165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/update_26.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6372306289236146685</id><published>2009-02-21T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:51:30.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am trying to understand a subject that will never be understood. Why are babies taken to soon? They are so little and innocent, they deserve a better chance at life. We have so many advances in technology and medical advances these days. So why do babies still crash bad and fast if we have all these things. I am sure you are wondering why I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this doesn't have anything to do with the little one in my belly. He is just fine. He is moving as much as space allows him, which isn't alot anymore. He likes to push I am thinking his butt and hoping not his head against my ribs. I am all baby that is for sure and I think he is going to be bigger than Kaylee was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I talking about babies leaving us too soon. My good friend was in the hospital New Years day cause her water broke. She was only 22 weeks along. She was going to be in the hospital for the remainder of her pregnancy. Two weeks later the placenta started pulling away from the uterine wall. They had to do an emergency c-section. She was at that point 24 weeks and 3 or 4 days along. A viable baby is considered 24 weeks. Christopher came into the world really early. He was doing good though. He was just over a pound at birth. Right after she had him I got sick. So I knew I couldn't go see him. That lasted 2 weeks. I felt so bad cause I couldn't go. But I didn't want to take the chance of him getting sick. Then after that I got a huge cold sore on my lip. Well I knew I couldn't go and see him yet again. So instead his mom and I had dinner a week ago. She showed me pics of him. He was just over 2 pounds a week ago. He was doing so good. He had no other medical problems other than he was very early. Which I know could change at any minute with that early of a birth. Yesterday was not a good day. I got a text from his mom at 10:14 am saying he wasn't doing good. I talked to his uncle at 10:45am and he was no longer with us. I don't understand why babies have to crash so fast it makes a person's head spin. He ended up with any infection in his bowel. They did surgery, remove half of his small bowel and put a colostomy in. The dr's said the next 24 hrs could be crucial. They said that the infection then killed off the rest of his bowel and caused him to go into cardiac arrest. This was her last child. She physically can't have anymore kids. Yes she has 2 of her own and her husband has 2 of his own. This was their first together. And for him his only boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty for lots of reasons. 1 that I didn't get a chance to go down and see him. I have a dr appt on Tues and I was going to go see him then. 2 i feel so bad that I still have a healthy baby growing in my belly and I am going to have a healthy baby to bring home. I know I have been told by SEVERAL people that I shouldn't feel guilty for that, even she told me that. Her words to me where I want you to keep your little guy in there and healthy. Which I think would be so hard to say after losing your own baby. So why do babies have to be taken so soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really know the answer, but I just think it is so unfair. I know that he is in a better place. The lord has taken him under his wing. That he is a full term baby now and is happy and healthy. It just sucks. This is the 2nd baby that has had association with us that has died since being pregnant. Granted this one is alot closer to me than the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the sad post. I needed to talked about it though. My husband isn't comfortable with the subject. And I need to get my feelings out so I don't work myself up and cause problems in my pregnancy. So I thought this would be a good place to get my thoughts and feelings out. I knew blogger world would be supportive so this is why I choose here to talk about it. Thank you for listening. I promise my next post will be a happy one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6372306289236146685?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6372306289236146685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6372306289236146685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6372306289236146685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6372306289236146685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/christopher.html' title='Christopher'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1428073508891050054</id><published>2009-02-14T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:45:42.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have been really bad. I haven't updated in awhile again. Sorry, this time I have been just busy getting ready for this little guy to come. Getting things in the house ready. Buying things we need and such. I have one more 2 week appointment and then I start weekly appointments. This week I am going to my mom's on Wed to have a sewing day. We are going to make recieving blankets for him. I think my mom will con me into helping her cut out his quilt too. Which is okay cause the receiving blankets probably won't take that long. Tuesday nite I am finally getting my hair done. I have been putting that off for a very long time. I am going to get it cut colored and eyebrows waxed. Then the next week I have a dr appointment. My weeks have one day I have to run for something. The first week in march I am going to get my teeth cleaned. Trying to get all these things done and out of the way before the baby comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is good. He is stubborn sometimes. I just got over a really bad cold/crud last week. It kick my butt big time. It doesn't help that they don't let pregnant women take anything anymore. I pretty much had to suffer through it. I am just glad that we didn't have any RSV so far this year. The last 2 years have sucked. I had a dr appointment on Tuesday. I was 33 weeks this Thursday. Tuesday I measured 35 weeks. I haven't gain any weight really so I have a feeling that all of it is going to the baby. Which might mean a bigger baby. Hopefully he will come a little early. Like a week or two wouldn't be bad. Just as long as he doens't decide to come late. But I don't think my dr will let me go over. We are pretty much ready now. I just need to get my house cleaned real good now, so I don't have to worry about it after he gets here. I get wore out fast though so it is taking me awhile to get that accomplished. I have lots of new pics to post but I will save that for tomorrow maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1428073508891050054?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1428073508891050054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1428073508891050054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1428073508891050054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1428073508891050054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8860939595371565591</id><published>2009-01-20T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:24:31.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 29 weeks and update! Sorry!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So it has been 5 weeks since I posted last. I am so sorry. I have been busy. With having to work x-mas and trying to fit family x-mas' in when I am off has been not been easy. I am good. Baby is good. Growing every day. Kicking harder everyday too. I will be sitting reading all everyone else's blogs(instead of updating my own) and watch my stomach jump all over the place. I had my wonderful glucola test last week. I must have passed cause I haven't gotten a phone call saying I need to do the 3 hr one. I found out that I am measuring big too. About 2 weeks more than what I am. But the dr isn't concerned yet. I shouldn't even say this (cause all the other pregnant women are going to hate me, but remember I started my pregnancy a bigger person) I have only gained 4 pounds. I did the same thing with my daughter too. I didn't gain anything til the end of my pregnancy, and then gained only 13 pounds. So we will see if that happens again or not. So that is what is going on there. As you can see on the sidebar 70 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is getting so big. She doesn't seem like a 2 yr old sometimes. Her vocabulary is really good for her age. Which I am very pleased about. They come up with the darnedest things sometimes. All the churches in our town still have nativity sets up outside. She knows where every baby Jesus is. We drive by them and it is momma there's baby Jesus. One of them is kiddy corner from our house, she goes to the window and say momma there is baby Jesus. He is sleeping. It is so darn cute. One nite she was home with daddy(momma was at work) she climb on the couch and was looking out the window. She said daddy look the moon, I reach it. Then the next thing she climb down and walked over to him and said I give you the moon daddy. HOW CUTE!!!! Then she took it back and climbed back on the couch and threw it back in the sky. SERIOUSLY! And of course I got to miss it. She will now acknowledged the baby more. She knows it is a baby in my tummy and she knows it is baby Andrew in my tummy. She hasn't really felt it. My husband hasn't for that matter either. Both of our kids have been that way. The minute he puts his hand on my belly they stop moving and the minute he takes it off they start moving again. I don't know why. Considering my daughter is a major daddy's girl. So that is what has been happening in our lives lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking down now. I will probably start to get that panic I am not ready for this baby yet feeling alot now. I will try to be better again at posting and keeping my blog updated, especially now that it is getting closer to baby here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby now weighs about 2 1/2 pounds (like a butternut squash) and is a tad over 15 inches long from head to heel. His muscles and lungs are continuing to mature, and his head is growing bigger to make room for his developing brain. To meet his increasing nutritional demands, you'll need plenty of protein, vitamins C, folic acid, and iron. And because his bones are soaking up lots of calcium, be sure to drink your milk (or find another good source of calcium, such as cheese, yogurt, or enriched orange juice). This trimester, about 250 milligrams of calcium are deposited in your baby's hardening skeleton each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8860939595371565591?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8860939595371565591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8860939595371565591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8860939595371565591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8860939595371565591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-at-29-weeks-and-update-sorry.html' title='Baby at 29 weeks and update! Sorry!!!!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3420967316956839144</id><published>2008-12-15T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:01:17.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Baby @ 24 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Not much new. I am getting bigger faster with this pregnancy. Which I so anticipated. I had to buy maternity clothes way sooner too. I was eight months pregnant with Kaylee when I bought one maternity outfit, and the only reason I bought it was to have something nice to wear to church. Lucky I know but I didn't really look pregnant either. This time is a different story. The baby is doing good. He is starting to have some hard kicks lately. Which is good. I am feeling as good as I can. My headaches are for the most part a little bit better this pregnancy than with the last. But when I get them it is bad. I made a bigger baby purchase last week. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kaylee&lt;/span&gt; I borrowed a swing, so I don't have one. I found a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;graco&lt;/span&gt; swing regularly 80 dollars at Lewis for half off, plus I get a discount through my work so I had to buy it. I put it up already and my daughter just thinks it is the best toy ever. She is really good with it though. She will put her baby dolls in it and swing it softly. So I guess that is a good thing. Hopefully she stays nice and doesn't get rough after the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SUc1cvQRyHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B1d8-QpFcTI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280247855952545906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SUc1cvQRyHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B1d8-QpFcTI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We got her back in her big girl bed. Which she is doing really awesome. Out of the week she has been in it there has been one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; she came to our bed before 7 or 8 in the morning. I was actually at work that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, she came to bed with daddy at like 4 am that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, so he just put her in bed with him. Otherwise she comes at the earliest 7 but usually 8:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; in the morning. I am glad it is going good with that subject, cause POTTY TRAINING is not going well at all. All you moms out there that have girls I need all the advice I can get. She thinks it is a game right now. We are so frustrated and I know that doesn't help. But I don't know what else to do. We tried panties with rubber pants, didn't bother her one bit to be wet. So we went to pull-ups. Now we go in the bathroom and strip down. I don't know what to do. I NEED HELP PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!! I have tried a treat, an m&amp;amp;m when she actually does something on the potty, now she thinks she gets one every time she sits on the potty. We do the big toilet with a little seat and without the little seat, and we have a little potty chair. Nothing is working. At daycare we think it is fun to go when another little girl goes and then when we get in there it is playtime. So I see it in her eyes as this is a fun game and not taking it seriously. She turned 2 in August, I know she is young but I would like her to be potty trained during the day by the time the baby gets here. But it isn't working. SO please any advice would be greatly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt;. Other than that not much else happening in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;Baby at 24 weeks&lt;br /&gt;Your baby's growing steadily, having gained about 4 ounces since last week. That puts him at just over a pound. Since he's almost a foot long (picture an ear of corn), he cuts a pretty lean figure at this point, but his body is filling out proportionally and he'll soon start to plump up. His brain is also growing quickly now, and his taste buds are continuing to develop. His lungs are developing "branches" of the respiratory "tree" as well as cells that produce surfactant, a substance that will help his air sacs inflate once he hits the outside world. His skin is still thin and translucent, but that will start to change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3420967316956839144?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3420967316956839144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3420967316956839144&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3420967316956839144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3420967316956839144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-and-baby-24-weeks.html' title='Update and Baby @ 24 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SUc1cvQRyHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B1d8-QpFcTI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2095738924507581148</id><published>2008-12-04T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:37:36.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Baby at 23 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing new since my late last post. I think he has his days and nites mixed up. But I guess I have my days and nites mixed up too. Since I work nites. I guess we will hope he switches them after he is born. He is a mover when he is awake so that is good. Other than that not much else happening pregnancy wise. I am hoping to get rooms situated this weekend and get Kaylee back in her big girl bed. And hopefully find room for a x-mas tree. I also am hoping to get x-mas pics done of Kaylee before x-mas too. We will see. Haven't even started x-mas shopping yet either. Man am I a procrastinater. Hope everyone has a nice weekend and stays warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Turn on the radio and sway to the music. With his sense of movement well developed by now, your baby can feel you dance. And now that he's more than 11 inches long and weighs just over a pound (about as much as a large mango), you may be able to see him squirm underneath your clothes. Blood vessels in his lungs are developing to prepare for breathing, and the sounds that your baby's increasingly keen ears pick up are preparing him for entry into the outside world. Loud noises that become familiar now — such as your dog barking or the roar of the vacuum cleaner — probably won't faze him when he hears them outside the womb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2095738924507581148?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2095738924507581148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2095738924507581148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2095738924507581148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2095738924507581148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-and-baby-at-23-weeks.html' title='Update and Baby at 23 weeks'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5016808273686470159</id><published>2008-12-02T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:34:40.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 22 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;First of all I know I missed a week. I am sorry. With the holidays and such I got busy. Plus we had a hospital visit inbetween. Nothing serious, more me being paranoid. I am freak with this pregnancy. I work on a Labor and Delivery Unit and see everything. So I think that makes it worse. I didn't stress and freat like this with Kaylee. Anyways nothing new to report. I am in the process of getting clothes ready to go through and getting rooms setup for kaylee and the baby. Slowly buying boy stuff. Other than that not much else going on right now in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is this last weeks baby info:&lt;br /&gt;At 11 inches (the length of a spaghetti squash) and almost 1 pound, your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and he's even developing tiny tooth buds beneath his gums. His eyes have formed, but his irises (the colored part of the eye) still lack pigment. If you could see inside your womb, you'd be able to spot the fine hair (lanugo) that covers his body and the deep wrinkles on his skin, which he'll sport until he adds a padding of fat to fill them in. Inside his belly, his pancreas — essential for the production of some important hormones — is developing steadily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5016808273686470159?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5016808273686470159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5016808273686470159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5016808273686470159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5016808273686470159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-at-22-weeks.html' title='Baby at 22 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-132525388081820327</id><published>2008-11-13T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:41:22.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 20 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Your baby weighs about 10 1/2 ounces now. He's also around 6 1/2 inches long from head to bottom and about 10 inches from head to heel — the length of a banana. (For the first 20 weeks, when a baby's legs are curled up against his torso and hard to measure, measurements are taken from the top of his head to his bottom — the "crown to rump" measurement. After 20 weeks, he's measured from head to toe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's swallowing more these days, which is good practice for his digestive system। He's also producing meconium, a black, sticky by-product of digestion. This gooey substance will accumulate in his bowels, and you'll see it in his first soiled diaper (some babies pass meconium in the womb or during delivery).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yah!!!!!!!!! Half way mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-132525388081820327?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/132525388081820327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=132525388081820327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/132525388081820327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/132525388081820327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-at-20-weeks.html' title='Baby at 20 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6013766287570994146</id><published>2008-11-10T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:26:00.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink or Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So today was the big day. Are you all as anxious as we were! Let's start with a few different views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUk0uCS5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/IL8VO161itc/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267123124557728658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUk0uCS5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/IL8VO161itc/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is a view of the baby's foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUZk3BFRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zGvEaj1yGEs/s1600-h/baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267122931321869586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUZk3BFRI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zGvEaj1yGEs/s400/baby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is a side profile! Anxiously waiting are you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUPVQO7iI/AAAAAAAAATs/1KxYZA1nm6g/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267122755333975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUPVQO7iI/AAAAAAAAATs/1KxYZA1nm6g/s400/baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another side profile just closer up! Am I driving anyone nuts yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So like I said my husband was positive it was a boy. He has called it a boy from day one. Which I thought was kinda ballsy. Because I didn't want him to get his hopes up so high that he was very disappointed. He told me that he would be disappointed for a short while but if it was another girl he was okay with that. The last two days we have asked Kaylee if she wants a baby brother or sister. Usually she will say whatever you said last. So this time she said baby brother. We asked brother or sister and then sister or brother and her response was baby brother both times. I don't know if she really knows what that means but it is cute that is for sure. Oh was I suppose to be announcing something. That is right I was going to announce if we will be keeping pink or buying blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the verdict is in and............................................................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUJdHlQMI/AAAAAAAAATk/kx3xWAYkKuA/s1600-h/itsaboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267122654365958338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUJdHlQMI/AAAAAAAAATk/kx3xWAYkKuA/s400/itsaboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We will be buying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Andrew Joseph aka AJ will be joining our family the end of March or very beginning of April. Let's just say that my husband is very happy. THe baby is doing very good. He is growing good. His arms and legs are actually 95%tile for his gestational age. My dr said that is tall. Well for those of you that don't know us well my husband is 6ft 4in, his older brother is 6ft 6in, his younger brother is 6ft 10in, his dad is his height and his mom is 5ft 8in. So nobody is short in his family. And Kaylee has always been 75%tile for her height. So now I get to go through all of kaylee's older clothes find the one's that I want for keepsakes and then find someone to buy them or take them to a consignment shop so we can start getting a blue wardrobe. So there you have it. The big news for the day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6013766287570994146?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6013766287570994146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6013766287570994146&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6013766287570994146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6013766287570994146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/pink-or-blue.html' title='Pink or Blue'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRiUk0uCS5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/IL8VO161itc/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-684985581915018071</id><published>2008-11-08T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:49:08.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRYlMwyi9sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IcIlBZQ-Cyo/s1600-h/100_2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266437715441940162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRYlMwyi9sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IcIlBZQ-Cyo/s400/100_2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween 2008 Strawberry and carebear!&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/38895332-684985581915018071?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/684985581915018071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=684985581915018071&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/684985581915018071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/684985581915018071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SRYlMwyi9sI/AAAAAAAAAS0/IcIlBZQ-Cyo/s72-c/100_2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8967778204326698168</id><published>2008-11-08T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:46:29.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 19 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Your baby's sensory development is exploding! Her brain is designating specialized areas for smell, taste, hearing, vision, and touch. Some research suggests that she may be able to hear your voice now, so don't be shy about reading aloud, talking to her, or singing a happy tune if the mood strikes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby weighs about 8 1/2 ounces and measures 6 inches, head to bottom — about the size of a large heirloom tomato. Her arms and legs are in the right proportions to each other and the rest of her body now. Her kidneys continue to make urine and the hair on her scalp is sprouting. A waxy protective coating called the vernix caseosa is forming on her skin to prevent it from pickling in the amniotic fluid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8967778204326698168?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8967778204326698168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8967778204326698168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8967778204326698168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8967778204326698168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-at-19-weeks.html' title='Baby at 19 weeks'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3645788146069501485</id><published>2008-11-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:20:39.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 18 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Head to rump, your baby is about 5 1/2 inches long and he weighs almost 7 ounces. He's busy flexing his arms and legs — movements that you'll start noticing more and more in the weeks ahead. His blood vessels are visible through his thin skin, and his ears are now in their final position, although they're still standing out from his head a bit. A protective covering of myelin is beginning to form around his nerves, a process that will continue for a year after he's born. If you're having a girl, her uterus and fallopian tubes are formed and in place. If you're having a boy, his genitals are noticeable now, but he may hide them from you during an ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;A week from today is all we have left. To find out the gender that is. I am about crawling out of my skin at this point. I want it to be here so bad. And to see the baby again is just as exciting. And then to know I am half way through this pregnancy. The anticipation is driving me nuts. I hope this week and weekend goes by fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3645788146069501485?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3645788146069501485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3645788146069501485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3645788146069501485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3645788146069501485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-at-18-weeks.html' title='Baby at 18 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8249821078809004115</id><published>2008-10-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:54:13.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 16 weeks and update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;So I missed a week. Sorry. It has been busy with work and finding time to sleep. I did have a dr's appt this week. Nothing exciting other than got to hear the heart beat of course. It was 174 at the last appointment and this week we were in the 150's. I was really surprised. Maybe there is something to the wives tale. Kaylee stayed high until she started running out of room. This one started out high but I am surprised we have gone down to 150 already. Who knows maybe it will be a boy. Hopefully for my husbands sake it is. He has said no matter what we get we are done. We will see when we find out what it is. He is positive it is a boy. Mainly cause I have been sicker with this pregnancy. Well I know that doesn't make a difference. And he thinks because I am so tired. Well let's see I have a 2 year old and work, kinda makes a difference. I can't just take a nap whenever I want like I did with the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some issues with names. We have had a boy name picked out since we got married. So I wanted to pick a girl name. Well he wouldn't agree with me on one. One nite I was asking him about names. He said no to all of them. I said you have to like one. He said he didn't. I finally started to get frustrated and said you have to pick out a name. His response was "no I don't cause it is a boy" and "god wouldn't make me live with 3 women" I laughed in his face. I said just for that comment he probably will make you live with 3 women. So I narrowed it down to 2 names and told him you pick one now or I will pick one and you won't get a say in it at all. He finally picked one. MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to refrain from telling the name on here for now. We have told some people. It really isn't a secret I just want to wait and say the name when we find the gender out. Which will be Nov. 10th as long as this baby cooperates. So that is what has been going on lately. I am starting to feel it move more too. Which I am so relieved when I do feel it. But I guess before I right a book. Below is the weekly development so until next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Get ready for a growth spurt. In the next few weeks, your baby will double his weight and add inches to his length. Right now, he's about the size of an avocado: 4 1/2 inches long (head to rump) and 3 1/2 ounces. His legs are much more developed, his head is more erect than it has been, and his eyes have moved closer to the front of his head. His ears are close to their final position, too. The patterning of his scalp has begun, though his locks aren't recognizable yet. He's even started growing toenails. And there's a lot happening inside as well. For example, his heart is now pumping about 25 quarts of blood each day, and this amount will continue to increase as your baby continues to develop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8249821078809004115?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8249821078809004115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8249821078809004115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8249821078809004115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8249821078809004115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-at-16-weeks-and-update.html' title='Baby at 16 weeks and update.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4119223357613508722</id><published>2008-10-02T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:16:05.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 14 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah 2nd trimester!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's big developments: Your baby can now squint, frown, grimace, pee, and possibly suck his thumb! Thanks to brain impulses, his facial muscles are getting a workout as his tiny features form one expression after another. His kidneys are producing urine, which he releases into the amniotic fluid around him — a process he'll keep up until birth. He can grasp, too, and if you're having an ultrasound now, you may even catch him sucking his thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: Your baby's stretching out. From head to bottom, he measures 3 1/2 inches — about the size of a lemon — and he weighs 1 1/2 ounces. His body's growing faster than his head, which now sits upon a more distinct neck. By the end of this week, his arms will have grown to a length that's in proportion to the rest of his body. (His legs still have some lengthening to do.) He's starting to develop an ultra-fine, downy covering of hair, called lanugo, all over his body. Your baby's liver starts making bile this week — a sign that it's doing its job right — and his spleen starts helping in the production of red blood cells. Though you can't feel his tiny punches and kicks yet, your little pugilist's hands and feet (which now measure about 1/2 inch long) are more flexible and active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4119223357613508722?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4119223357613508722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4119223357613508722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4119223357613508722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4119223357613508722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-at-14-weeks.html' title='Baby at 14 weeks!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3650273066843102386</id><published>2008-09-25T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:42:03.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 13 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fingerprints have formed on your baby's tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you're having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3650273066843102386?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3650273066843102386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3650273066843102386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3650273066843102386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3650273066843102386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-at-13-weeks.html' title='Baby at 13 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7503868769446953915</id><published>2008-09-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:20:56.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;I had a dr appt yesterday. Everything is going good. The baby's heart rate was 174. I have my 20 week ultrasound scheduled. So hopefully the baby cooperates and on Nov 10th we will find out what we are having. Then I can either start going through all the stuff I saved from my daughter or start getting rid of all the stuff I saved and get boy stuff. And it will be hard to believe that the end of that week I will be half way through my pregnancy. It is going fast I think. I am sure there will come a point when it will drag. But anyways. Everything going good as of now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7503868769446953915?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7503868769446953915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7503868769446953915&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7503868769446953915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7503868769446953915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-update_23.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7680039332547386604</id><published>2008-09-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:10:27.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 12 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The most dramatic development this week: reflexes. Your baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements. In fact, if you prod your abdomen, your baby will squirm in response, although you won't be able to feel it. His intestines, which have grown so fast that they protrude into the umbilical cord, will start to move into his abdominal cavity about now, and his kidneys will begin excreting urine into his bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, nerve cells are multiplying rapidly, and in your baby's brain, synapses are forming furiously. His face looks unquestionably human: His eyes have moved from the sides to the front of his head, and his ears are right where they should be. From crown to rump, your baby-to-be is just over 2 inches long (about the size of a lime) and weighs half an ounce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7680039332547386604?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7680039332547386604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7680039332547386604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7680039332547386604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7680039332547386604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-at-12-weeks.html' title='Baby at 12 weeks'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4052843056167614452</id><published>2008-09-12T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:56:32.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday on the 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SMqQRdA97lI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xf8AeTjtm9Y/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245163345547226706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SMqQRdA97lI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xf8AeTjtm9Y/s400/of%3D50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Grandpa L. Sorry we didn't get a wish to you yesterday. Kaylee was a sick little girl. Hope your day was as wonderful as could be during the week. We love you!&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/38895332-4052843056167614452?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4052843056167614452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4052843056167614452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4052843056167614452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4052843056167614452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-on-11th.html' title='Happy Birthday on the 11th'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SMqQRdA97lI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xf8AeTjtm9Y/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8498645238015270856</id><published>2008-09-12T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:11:16.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby at 11 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;How your baby's growing:&lt;br /&gt;Your baby, just over 1 1/2 inches long and about the size of a fig, is now almost fully formed. Her hands will soon open and close into fists, tiny tooth buds are beginning to appear under her gums, and some of her bones are beginning to harden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already busy kicking and stretching, and her tiny movements are so effortless they look like water ballet. These movements will become more frequent as her body grows and becomes more developed and functional. You won't feel your baby's acrobatics for another month or two — nor will you notice the hiccupping that may be happening now that her diaphragm is forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8498645238015270856?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8498645238015270856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8498645238015270856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8498645238015270856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8498645238015270856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-at-11-weeks.html' title='Baby at 11 weeks.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6017303460184943383</id><published>2008-09-09T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:26:44.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;We had our follow-up ultrasound yesterday. It was good. The baby's heart rate was 174 the first time she checked and 173 the second time. So that is alot better. The cutoff for to high is 180. They don't like to see it there or above. So it was probably cause it was an early ultrasound. So that was good to see. The ultrasound tech that did it this time was alot better. I told her I wasn't happy the last time. Cause she did it so fast we didn't hardly get to see the baby move. She checked alot more of the baby this time than the last gal did. Right at the end of it she switched to 3D but it didn't work cause the baby started moving. It slept through the first part. Go figure it didn't want us to see it 3D. So I am relieved. I have another appointment the end of the month. I will actually get to see my doctor. I have had to see her PA's cause our schedules don't mesh. So it will be nice to acutally get to see her. So everything is going good. I even think I feel it move already. I know it seems early but they did say since it is my second pregnancy that I know what to expect it to feel like. Unlike the first pregnancy. She did say I would possibly be able to feel it alot earlier than the last one. So that is cool. So that is what I got for updates. I will post my weekly development on thursday. Hope all have a good week. I work tonite thru thursday nite. Long week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6017303460184943383?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6017303460184943383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6017303460184943383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6017303460184943383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6017303460184943383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6986245429720363119</id><published>2008-09-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:16:43.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's weekly development.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am going to try something. Every week I get a email on growth and development of the baby. I thought you all would think it is neat to read the progress too. So hopefully I won't let you all down and keep you updated every week. It is interesting to read what is happening to this wonderful miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What baby is doing at 10 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Though he's barely the size of a kumquat — a little over an inch or so long, crown to bottom — and weighs less than a quarter of an ounce, your baby has now completed the most critical portion of his development. This is the beginning of the so-called fetal period, a time when the tissues and organs in his body rapidly grow and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including his kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac) — are in place and starting to function, though they'll continue to develop throughout your pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could take a peek inside your womb, you'd spot minute details, like tiny nails forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other developments: Your baby's limbs can bend now. His hands are flexed at the wrist and meet over his heart, and his feet may be long enough to meet in front of his body. The outline of his spine is clearly visible through translucent skin, and spinal nerves are beginning to stretch out from his spinal cord. Your baby's forehead temporarily bulges with his developing brain and sits very high on his head, which measures half the length of his body. From crown to rump, he's about 1 1/4 inches long. In the coming weeks, your baby will again double in size — to nearly 3 inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6986245429720363119?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6986245429720363119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6986245429720363119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6986245429720363119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6986245429720363119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/babys-weekly-development.html' title='Baby&apos;s weekly development.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7177615721112032900</id><published>2008-09-04T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:06:44.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330000;"&gt;I got a phone call from my docotors office yesterday. They have the perinatoligist read the ultrasounds. He recommended a follow-up ultrasound. The reason is the baby's heart rate was 181. My dr isn't worried. She attributes it to being early. But since they recommended it we are doing it. So monday morning we have another ultrasound. I am a little worried but I think it will be okay. When I was pregnant with my daughter I know in the beginning of my pregnancy her heart rate was 176 highest. As I got farther along it came down to the 140-150 range. So I guess we will see what happens on Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7177615721112032900?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7177615721112032900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7177615721112032900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7177615721112032900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7177615721112032900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-news.html' title='Baby news!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6364669933263866780</id><published>2008-08-30T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:23:06.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So I feel I can tell everyone now. We are announcing it at Kaylee's b-day party later today. So I think it is safe to put it on here now too. I don't think anyone will see my family or friends before 5pm to spoil the surprise. I told you awhile back that there was big news. So here it is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having our second baby. I am 9weeks along. We had an ultrasound on Kaylee's actual b-day on Thurs. I know I have posted anything about that either. I haven't been feeling the greatest to sit and do this. But everything looks good. The heart rate was 180 and the baby looks good. Even though it still is in alien stage. I will have another ultrasound at 20 weeks. Other than not feeling the greatest I am doing good. I wasn't sick feeling like this with Kaylee. My husband thinks that means his boy. I guess we will see. I put a baby timer on my blog but it is at the bottom I couldn't get it to fit at the top right. So that is the big news in our household. And we have a terrible two year old. I don't know what it is but her b-day a switch turned on to extrememly naughty. I hope it is short lived. I will post more of her b-day and how we announced it after the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6364669933263866780?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6364669933263866780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6364669933263866780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6364669933263866780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6364669933263866780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-9068194572660955514</id><published>2008-08-21T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:25:01.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;So the next week is going to be so so busy I think I will probably end up losing my mind. I can see it already. I work the next four nites in a row. Have one nite off then work Wed nite. When I get off work Thursday morning I don't get to go home and sleep I get to stay awake for 2 doctor appointments in the morning. Then I still don't get to go home and go to sleep. I have to find time to spare until the afternoon until another appointment. I then get to go home and by then I will probably crash. Then Friday and Saturday I will be getting ready for Kaylee's b-day party. I am getting excited for that though. So that is what is upcoming for us. If I don't get any posting the next week that is why. I will for sure post after the party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-9068194572660955514?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9068194572660955514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=9068194572660955514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/9068194572660955514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/9068194572660955514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2593843652918117640</id><published>2008-08-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:42:35.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SKRua5E9OXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7jqa6HZ7bIM/s1600-h/100_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SKRua5E9OXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7jqa6HZ7bIM/s400/100_1828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430075188623730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Girl!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2593843652918117640?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2593843652918117640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2593843652918117640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2593843652918117640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2593843652918117640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/grandmas-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SKRua5E9OXI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7jqa6HZ7bIM/s72-c/100_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8382879218013955782</id><published>2008-08-05T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:27:56.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmhw6HOw8jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmhw6HOw8jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. It is so fitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8382879218013955782?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8382879218013955782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8382879218013955782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8382879218013955782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8382879218013955782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4069355351348907347</id><published>2008-07-28T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:20:14.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I was doing so good I know. About posting I mean. We have been so busy the last couple weeks. Visting a new addition to the family. And then every other weekend I have to work so that makes the weeks go by fast. Next month is looking even busier. Next weekend I have a baby shower to go to. The weekend after that I work. The weekend after that is my brother and his new brides reception. The weekend after that I work. The weekend after that is Kaylee's b-day party and I work part of that weekend cause it is my holiday to work. I am hoping Sept finally slows down. Who knows if it will be I can dream. So other than that things are good. There are some things coming up in the future that are fun. Some changes in the future. So there is some hope for better posting. Stay tuned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4069355351348907347?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4069355351348907347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4069355351348907347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4069355351348907347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4069355351348907347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1414978994031452809</id><published>2008-07-17T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:18:23.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I also forgot to mention some other big news that happened &lt;span class=""&gt;recently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My other brother and his fiance tied the not on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They went to the Ozarks and tied the knot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They will be having a reception in mid august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Congrats Dustin and Cate!&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/38895332-1414978994031452809?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1414978994031452809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1414978994031452809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1414978994031452809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1414978994031452809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-also-forgot-to-mention-some-other-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-831258584362659374</id><published>2008-07-16T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:17:55.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SH5It-qkzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmdj1J2li9I/s1600-h/iver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692572549237890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SH5It-qkzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmdj1J2li9I/s400/iver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8/13/08&lt;br /&gt;8lbs 4oz&lt;br /&gt;20 inches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iver Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't get to many pics the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;Will have more after the weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""    style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692788551313186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SH5I6jVe5yI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DZjlAaozcMQ/s400/iver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/38895332-831258584362659374?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/831258584362659374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=831258584362659374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/831258584362659374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/831258584362659374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/81308-8lbs-4oz-20-inches-iver-roy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SH5It-qkzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/mmdj1J2li9I/s72-c/iver1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5175848309048723574</id><published>2008-07-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T03:19:58.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Congrats Cody and Steph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On 7-13-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iver Roy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; joined them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know all the details yet, but will later today।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is about time though this little guy was stubborn about coming and seeing all his family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(will post more later after we go and see our new nephew and cousin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&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/38895332-5175848309048723574?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5175848309048723574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5175848309048723574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5175848309048723574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5175848309048723574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/congrats-cody-and-steph-on-7-13-08-iver.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2142526101504116092</id><published>2008-07-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:50:29.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend recap</title><content type='html'>So I have alot of pics to post. I will have to make a slide show for that. And make it a separate post. This weekend was the 125th centennial for our town. Plus every 4th of July is the fire departments street dance. So thurs nite was the street dance. I haven't been able to participate in that for 3 years with working and being pregnant. So I have stayed the last 3 years. So I was glad I didn't have to worry about working this weekend. Mike is on the fire department so he has to help with the dance. Since we have been together we sit at the gait and put on bracelets for the dance. So that is what we did this year too. Mike's brother and his wife and kids camped out in our back yard this weekend. So they were here too. I did wander throughout the nite. Friday was a kids parade. Some of the kids joined in on that. We kinda hung out the rest of the day. That nite was the fireworks display. My husband lights off the fireworks in the town display every year too. So he was doing that. My mother and father in law were here during the day Friday and Saturday. After the display we shot off fireworks in our back yard. Then to bed for all. They had a tribute band playing that nite but we decided to stay home. Saturday was the big town parade. They had a wild west reenactment come. That was really neat to watch. They had this drum band play, they are from soo foo. They are called Su Fu Du. They were fun to watch. Then a car show. I know this is kinda a rambled post. That is how the weekend went too. After the car show a tour of the school. Then naps for everyone. Supper, then karaoke for the adults. Today lunch and reclaiming my house back. We don't ever have company at our house let alone for 4 days and 3 nites, I am glad to have my house back. Don't get me wrong I am glad that everyone came to our house for a change. None of our vehicles left town all weekend. But when your not use to people in your house and people here it is an adjustment. I was starting to get snippy yesterday. So I am glad to say the weekend is over and we get our house back to just the 3 of us. I am glad this isn't a yearly thing. I honestly do not know how my mother in law does it. Although she does have a bigger house. Which would have maybe made a big difference. So that was what our weekend consisted of. I hope everyone had a good fourth and weekend. I will get a slide show of pics either later tonite or tomorrow posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2142526101504116092?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2142526101504116092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2142526101504116092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2142526101504116092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2142526101504116092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend recap'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1256696706134587007</id><published>2008-07-03T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:38:56.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SG04LgJhUcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FdqQLrEm7XY/s1600-h/troops.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SG04LgJhUcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FdqQLrEm7XY/s400/troops.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218889313451856322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SG04AMCxI_I/AAAAAAAAALs/Put0rg1w1u0/s1600-h/4th.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SG04AMCxI_I/AAAAAAAAALs/Put0rg1w1u0/s400/4th.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218889119076262898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our troops still fighting this war and the veterens in your lives. They gave us the freedom to celebrate this day. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend. Lots to post on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1256696706134587007?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1256696706134587007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1256696706134587007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1256696706134587007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1256696706134587007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SG04LgJhUcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FdqQLrEm7XY/s72-c/troops.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8308259843435586825</id><published>2008-06-28T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:41:01.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGbnuz47RrI/AAAAAAAAALU/KzO9KsDC2PI/s1600-h/gas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217112009744271026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGbnuz47RrI/AAAAAAAAALU/KzO9KsDC2PI/s400/gas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know 2 posts in one &lt;span class=""&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't resist these though.&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/38895332-8308259843435586825?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8308259843435586825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8308259843435586825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8308259843435586825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8308259843435586825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGbnuz47RrI/AAAAAAAAALU/KzO9KsDC2PI/s72-c/gas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5912777793612768600</id><published>2008-06-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:38:23.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of South Dakota</title><content type='html'>Rules of SOUTH DAKOTA&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's get this straight; it's called a 'gravel road.' I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;3. They are cattle. That's what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? I-90 goes east and west. I-29 goes north and south.  Pick one.&lt;br /&gt;4. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $250,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year.&lt;br /&gt;5. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.&lt;br /&gt;6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of ducks are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Yeah, we eat South Dakota roast beef, pork chops &amp;amp; corn on the cob. You really want sushi &amp;amp; caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.&lt;br /&gt;8. The 'Opener' refers to the first day of pheasant season and the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday.&lt;br /&gt;9. We open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.&lt;br /&gt;10. No, there's no 'vegetarian special' on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham &amp;amp; turkey.&lt;br /&gt;11. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup!!&lt;br /&gt;12. You bring 'coke' into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice. You bring 'Mary Jane' into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;13. College and high school basketball is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;14. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards -- it spooks the fish.&lt;br /&gt;15. Colleges?  Try South Dakota State, University Of South Dakota, or Northern State College. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at passing pickups when they come for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;16. We have lots of folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, so 'Don't Mess with South Dakota'. If you do, you will get whipped by the best.South Dakota is the greatest state ever!!If you are from South Dakota, you are one bad hombre!!!If you do not repost this, you are not a true South Dakotan!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5912777793612768600?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5912777793612768600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5912777793612768600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5912777793612768600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5912777793612768600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/rules-of-south-dakota.html' title='Rules of South Dakota'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1367696497743687295</id><published>2008-06-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:33:22.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats Tim and Steph&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;on you new baby boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;All I know is that he weighed 7lbs 10oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;We will be going to see the happy family after my husband gets off वर्क&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span class=""  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;*Update Welcome Cayden Wayne 7lbs 10oz and 20 1/2 in long*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1367696497743687295?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1367696497743687295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1367696497743687295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1367696497743687295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1367696497743687295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/congrats.html' title='Congrats!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5935299243928859807</id><published>2008-06-24T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T08:59:57.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No words Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGEZ1V5bBSI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTahmzaUitU/s1600-h/help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGEZ1V5bBSI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTahmzaUitU/s400/help.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215478247673496866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5935299243928859807?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5935299243928859807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5935299243928859807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5935299243928859807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5935299243928859807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-words-tuesday.html' title='No words Tuesday'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/SGEZ1V5bBSI/AAAAAAAAALM/wTahmzaUitU/s72-c/help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3875756976950999466</id><published>2008-06-23T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:36:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend didn't pan out like I had in my mind. First off I worked thursday nite. So I got off work Friday morning at 6am. Had to go to a safety thing for work. So I got home about 8am. Then I made a special gift for a coworker. She had her baby that nite at work. Then I think it was 9:30am when I finally laid down to get some sleep. I slept until about noon. Picked up kaylee, after getting ready, from the neighbors. She is my backup daycare. Off to my husband's work. There got a chip fixed in the windshield in the van. Then me and Kaylee were off to go see the new baby. The gal I work with that is, they have a little girl that is 6 days older than Kaylee. But she wasn't there. After visiting for awhile we left and went to Walmart for some shopping. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday my plan was to get caught up on laundry. I had put a load in the washer and was checking email. I went back to see if my clothes in the dryer was dry. Well now mind you I feel very sheepish about this. The washer wasn't running. I opened the lid thinking it was broke. Our water lines are really small. So the rinse cycle took a little longer to run water in. Well I thought it wasn't working at all. I turned it to different cycles and it would spin. So I called my mom. Her brother has an appliance store, that she works at. She told me they had a washer for us. So then I called my husband and was telling him what was going on. While on the phone with him I was back looking at the washer. I shut the lid and low and behold it started running. Dummy me, it was unbalanced. I forgot that it stops when it gets unbalanced. Which for an old set is pretty good. So they we weren't going to get the new one, but my mom convinced me to get a new pair. It was a good deal, my uncle would take our old set in on trade and he would drive from Madison to Centerville to fix them if something happened. So we got my brother in law to help us, by using his pickup for the trip. We loaded them up and got our first new set of washer and dryer. The old set was in the house when mike moved in. Which was over 10 years ago. We did find out that our old set wasn't probably running the most accurate. The new set is awesome. We got a Whi*rlpool. So anyways that is what we ended up doing on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we had a family reunion. After coming home I decided it was time to take Kaylee to the pool for the first time this summer. She was ready to just jump in when we got there. We got in and she fell in and under. Then we were scared. It took a little while but then we tried again. As long as I was right behind her she was okay. Then eventually I was just along side her. She was loving it. She did swallow her fair share of water. But for the most part liked it alot. If you ask her she went wimming. So that was our weekend in a nut shell. Hope everyone else had a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3875756976950999466?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3875756976950999466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3875756976950999466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3875756976950999466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3875756976950999466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5340339972959589143</id><published>2008-06-18T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:41:26.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine 6-7-08</title><content type='html'>So I know it has been almost 2 weeks since this happened. But here it is. I was not impressed with the carnival and food. But let me tell you Rascal Flats made up for everything else. 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Well I am hoping that that will get alot better after yesterday. Here is why. We finally got our tax incentive check last friday. My husband told me like 3 months ago that you are going to buy a new computer with that. For one if he didn't want to spend money on something like that he should never have said it. So yesterday I got my new computer. I didn't get a desktop. I got a laptop. So far I love it. Right now I am sitting in my comfortable chair in the living room typing this. It is also nice cause as most of you know we live in a single wide trailor(HAHA)so the living room is in the front of the house. Where our desktop is is in the back of the house where you can't see what is going on outside. SO that is a nice thing too. So this new computer also runs really fast. That was one of my other reasonings for not posting as much, I was using my moms desktop and for some reason her's runs terrible slow. So now I won't get so frustrated when trying to post something. So that is one thing I have new to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes this is going to be a long post, I gots lots more to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In april my little brother and his fiance got married. They just did a little wedding, they would like to renew their vows in a year. They originally were going to get married in July but a little bundle got in the way. She would have been due the day before the date the had originally set. So they went to the justice of peace and then had a nice reception with family and friends. So now I have an offical new sister-in-law. I really had considered her that before then. There baby is due the &lt;br /&gt;10th of July but I don't think that she will see that date. They are having another boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other brother and his girlfriend got engaged too. The day we went to the zoo, that nite he asked her to marry him. They will probably show up one day married. He doesn't like big groups of people ohing and awing over him. And doesn't like 20 questions. SO I can see him doing that. Not a big deal. They are the ones that have the little precious girl that was born on my 30th b-day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now they stuff that I have failed to get posted about us. We now our the owners of a van. I say we are now like everyone our age, I am a soccer mom. The reason I say that is because of what we use to drive. We were considered ol folks before. We use to have a Buick Park Avenue. Our banker when we bought the car asked us why we wanted to buy an ol farts car. So we found a really good deal on a nice van so now we are in the right age bracket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the oldest news that I haven't gotten posted lately. I will try to get some pics of things here in the next few days if not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1221787765339173343?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1221787765339173343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1221787765339173343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1221787765339173343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1221787765339173343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-news.html' title='Old news'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7559187197648744084</id><published>2008-06-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T05:43:35.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/view_slideshow_player?p=60921482c55392c7d206a4" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="500" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=60921482c55392c7d206a4&amp;skin_id=406&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link?p=60921482c55392c7d206a4&amp;skin_id=406&amp;source=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link_image/60921482c55392c7d206a4/406.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=slideshow&amp;utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Free MySpace slideshows, photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7559187197648744084?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7559187197648744084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7559187197648744084&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7559187197648744084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7559187197648744084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6025830247396478648</id><published>2008-05-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:57:23.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time again. Sorry!</title><content type='html'>It has yet again been a long time since I have posted anything. I am sorry! Alot has been going on. My husband had a birthday a couple weeks ago. We didn't do anything spectacular. We had a few friends over for burgers on the grill. The weather didn't really cooperate for what I had been thinking. But that is the downfall to living in this wonderful state. You can never trust the weather. What else? I did the kingswood rummages. I picked the day it started to snow to go. I worked nites the nite before and thought that morning I was a ravishing lunatic to be doing this. But I wasn't the only one out there. I couldn't believe all the people I was seeing out in that crappy weather too. I ended up with alot of stuff though. I came home with a heaping garbage bag full of clothes for my daughter and an umbrella stroller. I made my neighbor jealous. She couldn't believe I found all the stuff I did. But I am all about finding good stuff at rummages for my daughter. I made a hauling last year. I have missed a few city wide one's I went to last year and got alot at. But that is okay. I have the rest of the summer yet. That is if the weather lets us have a summer. Lately I have wondered that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee is growing so fast. She is a talking queen. Some days all I can do is laugh and then cry. She comes up with different statements that just make you laugh cause they are so cute and then you want to cry cause it seems like just yesterday she was a baby. I have lots of pics to post. I will try to do that later. One of her favorite things to play with lately is a swiffer duster. I love it. She walks around the house with that saying "I cean I cean", I hope she says and does that still when she is a teenager. We were outside the other day and she was sweeping the alley. I know, there is a cement pad behind our garage and then the alley. Well she started on the cement pad and then ended up in the alley. But her comment the whole time was again I cean momma I cean! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big event in our fam is my little brother got married. It was a simple family affair. With renewal of vows in a year. So not anything big at this time. Which is okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a few b-days in the mix too. My nephew had his 4th b-day. We went to Chucky Cheese for that. I have decided that that is just a big pot of germs waiting to affect it's next child. That week after Kaylee ended up with pink eye, which in turn she shared it with me. She got it in one eye but shared it with me in both. Fun stuff. I am 30 yrs old and that was the first time I have had pink eye. First time for everything. In my last post we had alot of illness. Well that lasted a month at our house. Then I had a break for about 2 wks. Friday I went to work starting with a cough, I left half way through my shift. I was miserable. Saturday I went to acute care. Bronchitis! Saturday nite and all day sunday I was about in tears from the pain in my ribs and chest from coughing so much. Monday I wasn't a hundred percent, but thought I was getting a little better. I am done with the antibiotics but still sound horrible. I am still coughing. I am extremely congested in my head, my right ear is plugged. But they can't give me anything else. I am so sick of this. I am hoping now that the weather is starting to look like maybe the weather is going to get nice out.The illness will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So that is what has been going on in our lives lately. I am sure I have forgotten some stuff. I am hoping in the next few weeks I will have purchased a new computer. As soon as we get our extra tax money we are getting a new computer. So that will help immensely with posting more often. The computer I have now is so slow that I get frustrated and give up. So anyways that is all for now. Will post pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6025830247396478648?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6025830247396478648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6025830247396478648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6025830247396478648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6025830247396478648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-again-sorry.html' title='Long time again. Sorry!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6813499680072447470</id><published>2008-04-02T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:04:24.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R_QB5i-zHiI/AAAAAAAAALE/kOkyEmh9iBs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R_QB5i-zHiI/AAAAAAAAALE/kOkyEmh9iBs/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184771159164657186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I want a show of hands! Who is so sick of this weather we are having? I know I sure am. Kaylee started with croup on thurs last week. It then turned into the worst head and chest cold she has ever had. Last nite I went to work for about 45 min. then they sent me home. I didn't feel the greatest when I left, and when I got to work I got really crappy. I started temping. So now I have a head cold, that I got from my daughter. So we are a pair today. She is getting better but slowly. I blame this dang weather we are having. I wished it would just knock it off and start getting warm out so we can open windows and air it out. I am so sick of sickness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6813499680072447470?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6813499680072447470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6813499680072447470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6813499680072447470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6813499680072447470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/sick-of-sickness.html' title='Sick of Sickness'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R_QB5i-zHiI/AAAAAAAAALE/kOkyEmh9iBs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7485267829656828745</id><published>2008-03-28T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:38:58.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So have I totally gone overboard with the post today or what. I know terrible. See now this is where you would think I would get the clue as to posting more than once a month and having to post so much it makes my head spin. But like I said slow computer and life gets in the way of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaylee once again has a wonderful viral infection. This time it is Croup! YA! I was up for over 30 hours yesterday. I worked Wed nite. Mike called at 3:30 to tell me Kaylee was sick. I left work at 4am thinking I will go home and get some sleep before she gets up. So I could take her to the dr. Well when I got home at 5am guess who was up. She didn't go to sleep until 3:30 that afternoon. Needless to say I didn't go to work Thurs nite either. She is better today. So that is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 5th anniversary. I cannot believe that it has been 5 years and because of leap year it is 5 years to the day. Kinda neat. We are going out for dinner tomorrow to our for special occasions only resteraunt. Lone Star. It has been a year since we have been there. So looking foward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we have been busy busy busy busy! Sorry to bomb bard with all the post in one day. Have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7485267829656828745?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7485267829656828745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7485267829656828745&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7485267829656828745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7485267829656828745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-have-i-totally-gone-overboard-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8325720657157925861</id><published>2008-03-28T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:29:56.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference In a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1vhC-zHaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u6H-lpaKORU/s1600-h/easter2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1vhC-zHaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u6H-lpaKORU/s400/easter2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921359699942818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1v6y-zHbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SnRSM7yLdGc/s1600-h/easter2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1v6y-zHbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SnRSM7yLdGc/s400/easter2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182921802081574322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wIC-zHcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wQ2i1T9d5lc/s1600-h/easter20071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wIC-zHcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wQ2i1T9d5lc/s400/easter20071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922029714841026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wWS-zHdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/epRAiQI9w6E/s1600-h/easter20081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wWS-zHdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/epRAiQI9w6E/s400/easter20081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922274527976914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wjC-zHeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/l_fDtObGafY/s1600-h/easter20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wjC-zHeI/AAAAAAAAAKk/l_fDtObGafY/s400/easter20072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922493571309026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wxS-zHfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Z4Ai10IVss/s1600-h/easter20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1wxS-zHfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Z4Ai10IVss/s400/easter20082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922738384444914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1w8y-zHgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wg46cXje2DA/s1600-h/easter20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1w8y-zHgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/wg46cXje2DA/s400/easter20073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922935952940546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1xIS-zHhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j3ppkjtg0Bw/s1600-h/easter20083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1xIS-zHhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/j3ppkjtg0Bw/s400/easter20083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182923133521436178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8325720657157925861?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8325720657157925861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8325720657157925861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8325720657157925861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8325720657157925861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/difference-in-year.html' title='The difference In a year'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R-1vhC-zHaI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u6H-lpaKORU/s72-c/easter2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3437908866401932114</id><published>2008-03-28T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:10:16.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-7e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-7e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376168009086&amp;site=widget-7e.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376168009086&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p1/288230376168009086/ms_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376168009086&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7e.slide.com/p2/288230376168009086/ms_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3437908866401932114?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3437908866401932114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3437908866401932114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3437908866401932114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3437908866401932114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8492098345366793407</id><published>2008-03-28T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:03:47.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter morining</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-4a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-4a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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&lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376168008896&amp;site=widget-c0.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376168008896&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p1/288230376168008896/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376168008896&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c0.slide.com/p2/288230376168008896/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2190423615578292949?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2190423615578292949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2190423615578292949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2190423615578292949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2190423615578292949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/playing-outside-in-mud-and-snow.html' title='Playing outside In The mud and snow'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5043828390872077294</id><published>2008-03-26T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:37:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is going to be quick. The past 2 weekends have been run all weekend. And this weekend is going to be another one just like that. I worked last nite, tonite and tomorrow nite. Then hair appointment on Friday at 10 no sleep friday. Ya! Our &lt;br /&gt;5th anniversary is Saturday. Still unsure what all we are going to do. Easter was okay. Nothing super exciting. Got tons of pics to post and hopefully will get that done next week. So stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5043828390872077294?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5043828390872077294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5043828390872077294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5043828390872077294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5043828390872077294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-this-is-going-to-be-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2157961827497349849</id><published>2008-03-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:48:25.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive?</title><content type='html'>Yes I am still alive. I know I am terrible at keeping my blog updated. One reason is my computer right now, is extremely slow. It is my moms, I am using it so I can download pics off my camera. My computer is old enough that it won't take my camera info cause it is too new. So I guess I need to look into investing in a new computer. Cause my mom is going to want this one back eventually. Another reason for not posting in a long while is life. It has gotten in the way lately. How dare it do that, doesn't it know how important blogger world is. I do read everyone's blogs I just haven't been able to comment or post on my own. So I am going to make a vailiant effort to at least try to blog once a week. I know you all thinking ya right she has said that before. So I will try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R9aapPsx0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fz7vB-eQ6Q0/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R9aapPsx0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fz7vB-eQ6Q0/s400/collage3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176494855088623890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics are from christmas. I know kinda old. But cute. She has a way of making any bad day go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2157961827497349849?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2157961827497349849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2157961827497349849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2157961827497349849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2157961827497349849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/alive.html' title='Alive?'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R9aapPsx0RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fz7vB-eQ6Q0/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5643308957352230332</id><published>2008-02-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T13:32:01.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mycutegraphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e92/mycutegraphics/val/vgl32.gif" border="0" alt="MyCuteGraphics.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all got something nice from there kids and honey's. I don't know if I am getting something today or not. I work tonite so I won't see my daughter or husband. I seen them a little bit this morning. And took Kaylee to daycare. So I got to at least see her. So have a good rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5643308957352230332?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5643308957352230332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5643308957352230332&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5643308957352230332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5643308957352230332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e92/mycutegraphics/val/th_vgl32.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2056133900473648506</id><published>2008-02-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T11:06:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Marry Me"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/marry-me.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is serious business. You don't take dating lightly.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you haven't met the right person, getting married is something you expect to do soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date:  a romantic picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: subtle and calculating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: short term flings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're a hopeless romantic with each new relationship&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2056133900473648506?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2056133900473648506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2056133900473648506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2056133900473648506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2056133900473648506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/your-candy-heart-says-marry-me-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6578590230349499970</id><published>2008-02-11T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:43:10.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So I never really knew how much moms give up when it comes to there kids. With Kaylee being sick I guess I wasn't sleeping as good as I thought. Especially after we found out what she had. Friday she was 50% better. Saturday she was 50% better than Friday. Sunday, I woke up and went out to the living room it looked like a tornado went through it. Guess who was feeling 125% better. My living room is scattered with books and toys. Which is a good thing. I work this weekend. Friday nite when I got to work I didn't realize how exhausted I really was. I thought I was going to collapse when I got there. I wanted to go to work but I didn't. I needed to go to work that is for sure. So when people say their kids are their life, believe you me that is 100% true. I sacrificed my sleep and exhaustion to get her healthy. And I wouldn't do it any different next time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6578590230349499970?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6578590230349499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6578590230349499970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6578590230349499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6578590230349499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-808395367568332603</id><published>2008-02-08T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:30:44.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrible week</title><content type='html'>Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off okay nothing out of the ordinary. I read blogs I know I have been terrible at posting and commenting. Read email. Now I need you all who read this to please go the the below link before reading the whole post. Got this email from a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dearallofyou.com/sacredheart/sacredheartvideo.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an awesome supper. Roast, carrots, potates, homeade buns. The works. My husband had a city council meeting that nite. Kaylee had a normal day. Played all day, got into everything she shouldn't be in. Mike got home about 10 to 6. I had just changed kaylee's pants and she started to not feel good. She started getting warm. Sat down to eat, Kaylee was shivering. So gave her some motrin. Sat in the recliner with her while mike ate. He got done and went to shower. I checked her temp. 100. Fifteen minutes later 101. Within 20 minutes she was that high already. Something told me we should head to SF to acute care.(which is 40 miles from us) Told mike that we shouldn't wait til morining. By this time she is moaning and grunt breathing. She does that when she gets really sick. So we get in the car stop at city hall to tell them Mike isn't going to be there. Get on the road. I call acute care to make sure they are open til 9. Then call my daycare gal(she seen us at city hall). Called a friend of ours cause her little guy was sick. Wondering what kind of symptoms he was having. Okay we get on the interstate. From our exit it goes Viborg, Fairview, Davis/Hurley, Canton, Worthing, Lennox/Parker, then tea exits then sioux falls. Okay the Vibrog exit I notice kaylee isn't moaning anymore. I look down, I know I was being very illegial by holding her, her eyes are in the back of her head. She is now seizing. I am rubbing her chest vigourously to get her to cry or make any noise to know she is breathing. NOTHING! I start giving her breaths, cause I am not seeing her take any. Mike is driving 109 and on the phone with Canton dispatch. I don't know how many breaths I gave her, finally I got her to make a faint moan. So from then til the Lennox/Parker exit I kept rubbing her vigourously to keep her making noise or crying. Cause as long as she was doing either I knew she was breathing. We met an ambulance at the Lennox/Parker exit. In the ER check her temp, 105.6. In an hour we went from 101 to 105 explains the febrile seizure. They did blood work, chest x-ray, influenza and RSV test. Everything came back normal. Watch her fever and follow up with your doctor in a couple of days. FRUSTRATING! Wed we went to the doctor. All the same tests done again. Chest x-ray showed pneumonia. Then yesterday they called and said she has RSV too. Antibiotics yah! Treatable is good. This is the first time in her life she has had an illness that was treatable with anitbiotics and not viral and it had to run it's course. Last nite she was miserable. Today feeling better. Mom and Dad are stressed beyond words. I know I kinda shortened it a bit, but you would be reading for hours if I put every little detail in. I think this gets the point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the link. I read that email that morning. Remember I said something was pushing me to take her to acute care and not wait. Well I now know it was the lord helping me up out of that recliner to tell my husband we are going. It was the lord sitting in the car with us, keeping me calm enough to not panic and give her breaths and to keep her crying. It was him who kept all that EMT training in the back of my mind, that helped get her to cry again, even though I really don't know how my brain functioned that whole 4 minutes from the time she started til the ambulance met us. But he knew he was there holding my hands making them do what they needed to do, he was the one making my mind think and do the things I was taught even though I don't know how. It was him. Monday nite was a nite I will never forget. You always hear people tell of experiences when they have felt the lords presence. I can now say I know what that feels like. And I will never forget it. I am now going to try and be the best christian I can be, cause the Lord has proven his love to me by helping me and loving me enough to make his presence known. I know it is late. But if you all who read this would please say a little prayer for my daughter that this illness get over quickly I would greatly appriciate it. I will update you as to how the weekend goes. Again thank you for all of you who prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry if things aren't spelled right, spell check isn't working)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-808395367568332603?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/808395367568332603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=808395367568332603&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/808395367568332603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/808395367568332603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/horrible-week.html' title='Horrible week'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-861157410561560501</id><published>2008-01-23T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:16:21.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Quote</title><content type='html'>If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- John D. Rockefeller, Sr.  (1839-1937)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-861157410561560501?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/861157410561560501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=861157410561560501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/861157410561560501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/861157410561560501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-quote_23.html' title='Daily Quote'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6495497345753855918</id><published>2008-01-22T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:42:17.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Quote</title><content type='html'>The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Euripidies (484-406 BCE) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to do a daily quote post. Maybe it will help me try to be a better poster. Since it has been 20 days since my last post. So hopefully it will work. I had a painful weekend. I kinda forgot how to walk Friday nite. I twisted my ankle on uneven sidewalk in front of our cafe. Well I started falling but kept walking trying to get myself upright. Ya did not happen. Instead of falling on my hands and knees I decided that I was going to do a belly flop on the cement. I had my left arm bent up under me. I felt something pop in my lower back. I was horrified, embarrassed to say the least. My friend was behind me carrying my daughter thank god for that. It took me a minute to try to get up. My husband came out to help me get up. We went into the cafe, my pant leg was wet from snow, but I couldn't figure out why the inside of my coat sleeve was all wet. I took off my coat and there was blood all over my arm. I had a hole in my elbow. So guess where we got to go. We went to acute care and got stitches that nite. After we got home my ankle started to hurt really bad. So I was a hurting unit all weekend. I will post some pics of my stitched up owey, as my daughter says every time she looks at my elbow. And maybe a little more detail. I have to get ready for work. SO anyways, PLEASE everyone be safe walking. I would hate to see somebody else to get hurt. It is not fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6495497345753855918?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6495497345753855918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6495497345753855918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6495497345753855918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6495497345753855918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-quote.html' title='Daily Quote'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4676526335016607244</id><published>2008-01-02T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:32:36.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R3xlYsX8-VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TObCDwpDDFY/s1600-h/collage2.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R3xlYsX8-VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TObCDwpDDFY/s400/collage2.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4676526335016607244?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4676526335016607244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4676526335016607244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4676526335016607244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4676526335016607244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/x-mas-pics.html' title='X-mas pics'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R3xlYsX8-VI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TObCDwpDDFY/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8337375806286672658</id><published>2007-12-12T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:25:06.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be?</title><content type='html'>To be or not to be that is the question. The subject to be or not to be pregnant. I had my wonderful annual about 3 or 4 weeks ago. I was talking to her about my headaches I get with my wonderful monthly friend. I am beginning to think they are hormonal, obviously if that is when I get them. Well I told her I don't want to go on any kind of birth control, cause I know people have said that will help alleviate them. My reasoning is this. It took us 3 years to get pregnant with our daughter. We did all the testing to make sure there wasn't anything wrong. I had a very emotional time those three years especially the last one. I was stressed out a good year of that trying, when my brothers were in Iraq. And I started to not like my job. Well I got a new job and my brothers came home. Still nothing. That is when I began to think I was going crazy. I had 2 people that got pregant that I had major issues with. The one was not fit to be parents and I still think that way now. I just couldn't understand why we couldn't have the chance to be parents. I ask the Lord almost daily why can't we show you that we could be good parents and raise our child to know you and follow you. Then the days would come every month when I would cry for 24-48 hrs straight and get mad at the wrong person. Emotionally I couldn't take it anymore. My husband thought it was all his fault and he wouldn't talk about it. I need to talk about it. I went to a doctors appointment in tears and told them I thought I was turning into a nut case. They said no you are right were you are suppose to be. I thought that was a nut case answer. I finally watched a baby story that changed my way of thinking. The couple were both married before. The husband had been told in his first marriage that he wouldn't be able to have kids because his count was so low. So when he got remarried they were okay with the fact that they would probably never have kids. The story was for their second child. I don't know why that made me relax but it did. I think it was maybe a month month and a half later that we were pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my dr that that is why I don't want to go on birth control. Because when Kaylee turns two I want to either be pregnant or start trying. She look at me and said I don't think you should wait until she is two. I think that you should start trying now and if your not pregnant by april you need to call us. So I don't know if I should activelly try or just wait and see. I am ready but I would also like to loose some weight before I get pregnant again. So I am running circles in my mind. To be pregnant or not to be, that is the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8337375806286672658?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8337375806286672658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8337375806286672658&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8337375806286672658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8337375806286672658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be?'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5469855566561164739</id><published>2007-12-11T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:16:20.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Home Tour</title><content type='html'>Holiday Home Tour!&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Jo is hosting a Holiday Home Tour Extravaganza go here: http://heidijowhatdoyouknow.blogspot.com/ to see more Holiday Homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a tour of our home. I actually am a late decorator this year. I had to get rid of a baby swing before I could decorate. I don't have alot of room in my home. So on with the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the stockings hung by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5B60UdI/AAAAAAAAAII/EamcAPHgL14/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5B60UdI/AAAAAAAAAII/EamcAPHgL14/s400/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742318317851090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year since we have been together my husband buys me a Pr*ecious Moments X-mas bulb, they all have little stands with the year on it. I do have two different ones from the same year. I bought the extra one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5h60UeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O1r1Ex2879Q/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5h60UeI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O1r1Ex2879Q/s400/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742326907785698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually keep these out all year long with my Pr*ecious Moments wedding figurines, this is one of the bulbs and my sister in law got me the other figurine in that year for x-mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5x60UfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4-yhxrTQfPM/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5x60UfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4-yhxrTQfPM/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742331202753010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my generic Pr*ecious Moments nativity set. It isn't real Pr*ecious Moments but it will do until someone in my family finally gets what I ask for x-mas. I have been asking for 4 years now for a real pr*ecious moments nativity set. Someday or I will have to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w8B60UgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e1xyQnr8JYA/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w8B60UgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/e1xyQnr8JYA/s400/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742369857458690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree is decorated with gold bulbs and pr*ecious moments ornaments. Can you tell I like Pr*ecious Moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xBB60UhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8T7A4tRKVzo/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xBB60UhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8T7A4tRKVzo/s400/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142742455756804626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year(since I moved out on my own) for my birthday my mom gets me the pr*ecious moments ornament for that year. It obviously has the year on it. This is 2007's ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xxR60UiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVbUIviwql0/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xxR60UiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zVbUIviwql0/s400/Picture+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142743284685492770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one says our first x-mas together. She gave that to me the first year me and mike were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xxh60UjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J0cVrWMvSYU/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xxh60UjI/AAAAAAAAAI4/J0cVrWMvSYU/s400/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142743288980460082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006's ornament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xyR60UkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kyztpaLho0w/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xyR60UkI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kyztpaLho0w/s400/Picture+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142743301865361986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this was 2001. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xyx60UlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6kBc2lk5MpY/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16xyx60UlI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6kBc2lk5MpY/s400/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142743310455296594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one for every year since 2000. And then I have plastic ones I have bought along the way. So that is my tour, thanks for touring my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5469855566561164739?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5469855566561164739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5469855566561164739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5469855566561164739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5469855566561164739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-home-tour.html' title='Holiday Home Tour'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R16w5B60UdI/AAAAAAAAAII/EamcAPHgL14/s72-c/Picture+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6369296915726726518</id><published>2007-11-14T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:25:21.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Fall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/fall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6369296915726726518?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6369296915726726518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6369296915726726518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6369296915726726518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6369296915726726518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-belong-in-fall-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5310886945965128820</id><published>2007-11-14T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:14:45.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late but here she is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqSoVjOyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lVMy7bivcZE/s1600-h/gretchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqSoVjOyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lVMy7bivcZE/s400/gretchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132883437360986914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is kinda past, but here she is. This is my niece, Gretchen Louise, that was born on my 30th b-day. This is the day she was born. 9lbs even. She is a sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqS4VjOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jDzbFl1PtI8/s1600-h/gretchenauntie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqS4VjOzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jDzbFl1PtI8/s400/gretchenauntie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132883441655954226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No your eyes are not deceiving you, I actually posted a pic with me in it. This is Gretchen and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqTIVjO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2NJoZny91A4/s1600-h/kayleepuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqTIVjO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/2NJoZny91A4/s400/kayleepuppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132883445950921538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of Kaylee and a puppy my mom sold on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqTIVjO1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jd6kRXp558M/s1600-h/gretchenlouise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqTIVjO1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jd6kRXp558M/s400/gretchenlouise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132883445950921554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and visited the new family on Sunday. So here is a new pic of the baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5310886945965128820?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5310886945965128820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5310886945965128820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5310886945965128820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5310886945965128820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/late-but-here-she-is.html' title='Late but here she is!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RzuqSoVjOyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lVMy7bivcZE/s72-c/gretchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-547487277847066967</id><published>2007-11-13T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T08:15:30.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE In Case of Emergency</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email and thought that this warrented a post! It is a very good idea I hope that nobody ever has to use it but if they do I hope me passing it along helped. Thanks for emailing it to me Kari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all carry our mobile phones with names &amp; numbers stored in its &lt;br /&gt;memory but nobody, other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers &lt;br /&gt;belong to our closest family or friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we were to be involved in an accident or were taken ill, the people &lt;br /&gt;attending us would have our mobile phone but wouldn't know who to call. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are hundreds of numbers stored but which one is the contact &lt;br /&gt;person in case of an emergency?  Hence this 'ICE' (In Case of Emergency) &lt;br /&gt;Campaign&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The concept of 'ICE' is catching on quickly. It is a method of contact during &lt;br /&gt;emergency situations.  As cell phones are carried by the majority of the &lt;br /&gt;population, all you need to do is store the number of a contact person or&lt;br /&gt; persons who should be contacted during emergency under the name 'ICE' &lt;br /&gt;( In Case Of Emergency).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when he went to &lt;br /&gt;the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, &lt;br /&gt;but they didn't know which number to call.  He therefore thought that it &lt;br /&gt;would be a good idea if there were a nationally recognized name for this &lt;br /&gt;purpose.  In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and &lt;br /&gt;hospital Staff would be able to quickly contact the right person by simply &lt;br /&gt;dialing the number stored as 'ICE.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For more than one contact name simply enter ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3 etc.  &lt;br /&gt;A great idea that will make a difference!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let's spread the concept of ICE by storing an ICE number in our mobile &lt;br /&gt;phones today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please forward this. It won't take too many 'forwards' before everybody &lt;br /&gt;will know about this.  It really could save your life, or put a loved one's &lt;br /&gt;mind at rest . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    ICE will speak for you when you are not able to speak for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-547487277847066967?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/547487277847066967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=547487277847066967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/547487277847066967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/547487277847066967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/ice-in-case-of-emergency.html' title='ICE In Case of Emergency'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1272732402202594772</id><published>2007-11-03T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T05:08:37.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Birthdays and more Birthday's</title><content type='html'>Okay so you know that my mother in laws birthday was the 2nd. We went to spend the evening with her, when we got home there was a message on our answering machine. First I should tell you that we have been expecting 2 babys any day now. Our good friends were pregnant with there 3rd little boy. My brother and his girlfriend were pregnant with there 1st, unknown gender. I swore it was a boy. Okay so I knew that my brother and his girlfriend went into the hospital at 3am Friday morning. So back the the message. It was from Todd our good friend. They had there 3rd boy at 7:15 last nite. Awesome!!!! Well this morining my mom called at like 5 something, my brother is now the proud new daddy of a 9 pound baby.............can you guess.........is the suspense killing you.............was I right..............GIRL!!!!!!!!!! I about fell out of bed when I heard that. They had all boy clothes when I was at there house last. I was sure they knew and wasn't telling anyone. I am still in utter shock. I was so sure it was a boy. GIRL!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my husband shares his birthday with a friends little girl, my mother in law shares her birthday with our friends little boy, Kaylee my daughter shares her birthday with her uncle and now I share my birthday with my niece. COOOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1272732402202594772?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1272732402202594772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1272732402202594772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1272732402202594772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1272732402202594772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdays-birthdays-and-more-birthdays.html' title='Birthdays Birthdays and more Birthday&apos;s'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3483752127681681335</id><published>2007-11-02T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:19:40.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvZkWcBaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a2fDWqAbQkA/s1600-h/dawnpics+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvZkWcBaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a2fDWqAbQkA/s400/dawnpics+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128431819213073170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvZk2cBayI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dr3th62hBZQ/s1600-h/dawnpics+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvZk2cBayI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dr3th62hBZQ/s400/dawnpics+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128431827803007778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know 3 post on one day with minutes of each other. Sorry I had alot to share! So my mother-inlaws b-day is today and Yes you seen that right my 30th b-day is tomorrow. Yes I am not excited to turn 30. I will get over it though. I also might be sharing it with a new niece or nephew. If not born already and we just don't know. I know they are in the process. Anyways so here is our little pink poodle in the above pics. We hit maybe 5 houses is all. But that is okay. Now mommy wont' have temptation in the house! Hope everyone has a good weekend. Will post pics of party and new baby as soon as I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3483752127681681335?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3483752127681681335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3483752127681681335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3483752127681681335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3483752127681681335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvZkWcBaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/a2fDWqAbQkA/s72-c/dawnpics+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1306207149159769637</id><published>2007-11-02T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:12:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Mommy!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my mommy's b-day. I love my mommy sooooo much. She is going to be 30. Mommy will post pics after her surprise b-day party that got leaked and is not so much a surprise anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy B-day MOMMY! I love you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1306207149159769637?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1306207149159769637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1306207149159769637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1306207149159769637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1306207149159769637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-b-day-mommy.html' title='Happy B-day Mommy!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-272581723781181949</id><published>2007-11-02T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:08:35.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day GrammaM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvX52cBawI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LGclN60x79Q/s1600-h/gramma%27sgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvX52cBawI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LGclN60x79Q/s400/gramma%27sgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128429989557005058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is GrammaM's b-day! I am gramma's girl as you can see! Happy B-day Gramma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Kaylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-272581723781181949?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/272581723781181949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=272581723781181949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/272581723781181949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/272581723781181949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-b-day-grammam.html' title='Happy B-day GrammaM!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RyvX52cBawI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LGclN60x79Q/s72-c/gramma%27sgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-464210307318263160</id><published>2007-10-31T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:09:11.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="visibility:visible"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/3/spflick.swf" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=2&amp;src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL100/9533514/flicks/1/2681362&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/2681362" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="460" height="350" name="slowslide" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" style="height:350px;width:460px" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="whitespace:no-wrap;margin-top:10px;height:24px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img align="left" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;img align="left" style="margin-left:5px" src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqpcPdg0ro0mdJbWq0kiqIzu9WyQNItB6ewcV5Gs2WyNg6-9WNgLQIdb-dFXbevphLg=.tif" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the date on the pictures. It got changed on my camera. So it is not right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-464210307318263160?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/464210307318263160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=464210307318263160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/464210307318263160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/464210307318263160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/times-in-our-life.html' title='Pitures'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3017329791565320922</id><published>2007-10-10T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T05:31:40.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>? 9 months ago</title><content type='html'>So I think we all at work have figured out what everybody was doing 9 months ago. We had many of the pic below last nite at work. We were having a hard time keeping rooms open. For awhile we had no rooms. But that has been the last several months. Average month is 300 babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RwzFBrs8dYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LDnz8HP1xF8/s1600-h/Baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RwzFBrs8dYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LDnz8HP1xF8/s400/Baby.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119683509115188610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I can barely keep my eyes open. I woke up Tues at 11 am and am now going to bed on Wed 7:30am... I always do that to myself though. I never sleep the first day that I work a nite shift. I work again tonite. Then off for a few days. If I start to make no sense at all ignore me!!!!!!! I am going to bed now. Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3017329791565320922?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3017329791565320922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3017329791565320922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3017329791565320922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3017329791565320922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/9-months-ago.html' title='? 9 months ago'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RwzFBrs8dYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LDnz8HP1xF8/s72-c/Baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-120496288023149240</id><published>2007-10-06T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T18:04:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ati3k32-NXI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ati3k32-NXI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-120496288023149240?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/120496288023149240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=120496288023149240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/120496288023149240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/120496288023149240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/mom-song.html' title='The Mom Song'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7317633886003521874</id><published>2007-10-02T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:02:14.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know and update</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my 2nd meeting. I was so not looking forward to it. I had a stressful week at work last week. We have been so busy. 200 and some babies is 20 some days can make a person busy. So needless to say I didn't eat quite right. Then this weekend we had a wedding. Which Kaylee got crabby at and was kinda stressing momma out. So needless to say I didn't pass on cake. Plus we were gone all weekend. Ate alot of fast food cause we weren't home. So last nite I was expecting to either stay the same or gain. The scale was so nice to me. I lost 4 pounds which is a good thing. Cause the last time I joined the 2nd meeting I gained. Which I think is the reason I quit so fast. I got extremely discouraged immediately. So this was a good start. I have been behaving the last few days. So that is my update. Hopefully next week is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an email I got today from my cousin. It makes me sick that she is making that much money. I would die just to get enough money to be debt free, buy 2 nice vehicles and a new house. That is all I want. Do you think she would give to a good charity (HaHa)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey made $260,000,000 from June of 06 to June of 07.  Yes, on a check that would be Two Hundred and Sixty Million Dollars.  Here is a further breakdown of her 1 year earnings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oprah earned: &lt;br /&gt;One Year        =        $260,000,000 &lt;br /&gt;Per Month    =          $21,666,667 &lt;br /&gt;Per Day        =         $712,328 (that's more than the NFL league minimum for an entire season)  &lt;br /&gt;Per Hour        =        $29,680  (that's roughly the average yearly income for an american individual) &lt;br /&gt;Per Minute      =       $494.673  (roughly an average persons weekly wage) &lt;br /&gt;Per Second    =       $8.24        (That's right.  Everyt ime Oprah breathes in and then exhales,, she makes around $16.48 cents.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7317633886003521874?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7317633886003521874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7317633886003521874&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7317633886003521874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7317633886003521874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-know-and-update.html' title='Did you know and update'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3837957100760752806</id><published>2007-09-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:22:09.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><title type='text'>My Issue</title><content type='html'>Everybody has issues in there life. Whether it be personal, finacial, emotional you get the idea. Well I don't know if those of you that have read my blog for awhile have ever noticed there is NO pictures of me. There is a reason. I don't want you to see me. Why? My issue is my weight. And first of all this is not an easy post for me. Let's just say I have been down about this subject for awhile. This is my way of trying to help myself do something about it. My thinking is maybe if I tell my blogger friends(which if you read this I hope I can say that)that I will get the support I so deperately need. What do I mean. Well first off, I LOVE my husband. But he does not understand my issue at all. WHen he was a senior in high school he was 160 lbs at 6 ft 4in. He was way to skinny. Now he is 220. He was sick for 2 days and lost 10lbs. He does not know what it is like to have to lose weight. In the spring/summer he looses weight. In the winter/fall he will put on weight. Not alot. After Kaylee was born he lost like 20 lbs. Not even trying mind you. Well I gained 13 lbs while I was pregnant with her. I have put on all my weight after she was born. I am not happy in my skin. I have bought maybe 2 articles of clothing in the last year for myself. I hate to go shopping for me. I try to stay away from a mirror at all cost. I do not go anywhere on my days off cause I don't want to be seen if I don't have to. My daughter is the only thing that has kept me from going into a deep depression because of it. I know this is turning into a not so good post. But I need to do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I have decided that I am so ready for a change. I need to find support. I need to explain to my husband how he HAS to help me help myself. Which I still don't know how to do that. I decided I am going to talk about the issue in my blog so I have to either read it, or talk about it to those of you that might comment on it. That way I will have the will to do something about it. So that those of you anticipating the news of how it is going I won't disappoint. My other step is to join Weight Watchers. I have been in the progam before. The very first time I lost 50 lbs. So I know it works. There is a meeting in the next town close to us.(about 8 miles away) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to make a promise to myself. But for all to see so that hopefully it will motivate me to be successful. &lt;br /&gt;I promise to myelf to start my journey to lose the unhappiness from my life that is my weight problem. I want to be able to go to a store and buy clothes and not get mad and leave with nothing. I want to shed the pounds so that in a year I don't have to worry about how much more I will have to lose after the 2nd child. I want to be able to enjoy, my daughter and the next child, happily and not misirably. I want to be able to show my blogger friends pics of me and my family without feeling like a fool because of my weight. I want to look in the mirror and not be ashamed of what I look like. I want to be able to leave my house and not be ashamed of letting people see me. So today I am promising to MYSELF to start a journey to become healthy, happy and to become the person I can see in my mind who and what I want to look like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the start of a new journey. I want to thank those of you that want to come on that journey to see me through it now. It is going to be long and sometimes hard. But I know that if i find the right support I can do it right. So wish me luck and I guess stay tuned for a happier, healthier and hopefully smaller me in the months to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3837957100760752806?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3837957100760752806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3837957100760752806&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3837957100760752806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3837957100760752806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-issue.html' title='My Issue'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6250299948659887251</id><published>2007-09-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:28:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Website !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.moms-turn.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://iowamoms.com/images/moms turn button gif.gif" width="150" height="170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome website. You can speak your mind and be descreet about it. That is a great thing. Everyone should check this website out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6250299948659887251?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6250299948659887251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6250299948659887251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6250299948659887251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6250299948659887251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/awesome-website.html' title='Awesome Website !'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3948470742040610565</id><published>2007-09-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T09:46:49.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People I dispise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RugXjSgFogI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JaDIu2X7Fo4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RugXjSgFogI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JaDIu2X7Fo4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109359672281113090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people take advantage of what most couples die to have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3948470742040610565?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3948470742040610565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3948470742040610565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3948470742040610565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3948470742040610565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-i-dispise.html' title='People I dispise'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RugXjSgFogI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JaDIu2X7Fo4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8121021492775039740</id><published>2007-09-11T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:42:26.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bapa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rubu77cR82I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zdpjxFfVSOc/s1600-h/wed6..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rubu77cR82I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zdpjxFfVSOc/s400/wed6..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109033540634407778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubtUrcR80I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qZFNZ7vH_f8/s1600-h/bapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubtUrcR80I/AAAAAAAAAGM/qZFNZ7vH_f8/s400/bapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109031766812914498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubtVLcR81I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qLqXF_HJbnc/s1600-h/bapa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubtVLcR81I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qLqXF_HJbnc/s400/bapa1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109031775402849106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my dad's birtday. He is the best dad I know. Even though growing up he might have be stern and rough around the edges. He is still a great father. Cause of that I learned to be who I am. I thank him for that. The first pic is the father/daughter dance on my wedding day, the other 2 pics are the day Kaylee was born and the weekend after she was born. They are my favorite pics. And I don't have any older pics on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY B-DAY BAPA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8121021492775039740?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8121021492775039740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8121021492775039740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8121021492775039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8121021492775039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-bapa.html' title='Happy Birthday Bapa!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rubu77cR82I/AAAAAAAAAGc/zdpjxFfVSOc/s72-c/wed6..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4445525900585324309</id><published>2007-09-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:25:20.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubrALcR8zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IyhbS3T7oig/s1600-h/9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubrALcR8zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IyhbS3T7oig/s400/9-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109029215602340658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4445525900585324309?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4445525900585324309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4445525900585324309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4445525900585324309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4445525900585324309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/remeber.html' title='Remember!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RubrALcR8zI/AAAAAAAAAGE/IyhbS3T7oig/s72-c/9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1502681054509869016</id><published>2007-09-10T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:55:02.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottles Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXZSrcR8yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FcBM7Wg-O5M/s1600-h/bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXZSrcR8yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FcBM7Wg-O5M/s320/bottles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108728267243909922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reason for the bottles subject is this. When we were at the doctor for our 12 mos. check-up we talked about the bottle. First I want to tell you about a relative that has given us the will to get rid of the bottle as soon as we can. Our nephew turned 3 this last March. At Kaylee's 6mos check up the doctor told us to start transitioning her to a sippy cup. Which I guess I didn't find hard. Because her cousin (who was 3) was still sucking on a bottle. About a month ago we heard that he was supposedly off the bottle completely. Not true. A week before Kaylee's 1st b-day we found out he just got off the bottle. Kaylee has only been getting a bottle before bed since she was 6 mos old. So at our 12 mos check the doctor told me she wants the bottle gone by 15 mos.. Her doctor appt was the 31st of Aug. We are going on a week of absolutely no bottle. It has been a breeze of a transition. Don't get me wrong we still have a pacifier though. That I think is going to be a hard one to get rid of. We are trying to only use it for naps and bedtime though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1502681054509869016?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1502681054509869016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1502681054509869016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1502681054509869016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1502681054509869016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/bottles-part-2.html' title='Bottles Part 2'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXZSrcR8yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/FcBM7Wg-O5M/s72-c/bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8176096652799968857</id><published>2007-09-10T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:37:17.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXVIbcR8xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ePIxL6Vz7j4/s1600-h/rotatingBottles2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXVIbcR8xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ePIxL6Vz7j4/s320/rotatingBottles2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108723693103739666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this today and couldn't believe there was such a thing. It is intresting to say the least. I personally think of laziness when I see it. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8176096652799968857?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8176096652799968857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8176096652799968857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8176096652799968857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8176096652799968857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/bottles.html' title='Bottles'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuXVIbcR8xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ePIxL6Vz7j4/s72-c/rotatingBottles2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6362636955285269686</id><published>2007-09-07T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:34:22.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHNtbcR8oI/AAAAAAAAAEs/af3BnLPcaeo/s1600-h/%231cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHNtbcR8oI/AAAAAAAAAEs/af3BnLPcaeo/s320/%231cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107589632759034498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHNtrcR8pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9PQNXHY881o/s1600-h/personalcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHNtrcR8pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9PQNXHY881o/s320/personalcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107589637054001810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 5 hours making these cakes for her party! Tiring!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHOErcR8qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SxCvG-o0ik0/s1600-h/partyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHOErcR8qI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SxCvG-o0ik0/s320/partyday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107590032190993058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHOE7cR8rI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z6Ms8lR1g9Q/s1600-h/coolshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHOE7cR8rI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Z6Ms8lR1g9Q/s320/coolshades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107590036485960370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so into the balloons, for one they were where she couldn't get to them and they were going crazy because of the wind. Then gramma and bapa L showed up with shades for her. She kept them on the whole day. I can't get her to keep them on now to save my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHROLcR8wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WhusDTHYVAQ/s1600-h/chauffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHROLcR8wI/AAAAAAAAAFs/WhusDTHYVAQ/s320/chauffer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107593493934633730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of her gifts! The gift giver was busy the rest of the time being a chauffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHPzrcR8uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QjcAD7qycxA/s1600-h/caketime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHPzrcR8uI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QjcAD7qycxA/s320/caketime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107591939156472546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHPzrcR8vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YRq873v6Mg8/s1600-h/caketime2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHPzrcR8vI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YRq873v6Mg8/s320/caketime2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107591939156472562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least CAKE TIME! She knew she was a star can you tell. Even though she was a little crabby that day. But she also had her shots the day before. So I blame it on them. I tell you what I am glad this is only once a year. Mom, Dad and Kaylee were all exhausted after this. Even so it was a good day and worked out wonderfully. I still cannot believe she is One!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6362636955285269686?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6362636955285269686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6362636955285269686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6362636955285269686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6362636955285269686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-party.html' title='The Big Party!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RuHNtbcR8oI/AAAAAAAAAEs/af3BnLPcaeo/s72-c/%231cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-5769110811198872818</id><published>2007-08-31T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T08:15:50.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Old</title><content type='html'>I know I am behind on my dates. But I have been so busy that it isn't even funny. Our angel turned One on Tuesday August 28th. We didn't do much on Tuesday. Cause we are having a b-day party with both sides of the family on Saturday. She turned one and now she is a walking fool. That is all she does most of the time now. We are still a drunken walker but it is so cute. I remember the day she came so vividly. It was a moment that changed our lives, and for the good. She has been a very good baby. Rarely is she crabby. Everyone always says you are so lucky to have such a happy baby. She is a precious gift from above that is for sure. So even though I am late Happy Birthday my sweet and precious Baby Girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgvNLcR8fI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5CIGi6E-9E/s1600-h/stillchesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgvNLcR8fI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5CIGi6E-9E/s320/stillchesy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104882081080668658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes old!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rtgvm7cR8gI/AAAAAAAAADs/CNmdfFys8Yc/s1600-h/Kaylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rtgvm7cR8gI/AAAAAAAAADs/CNmdfFys8Yc/s320/Kaylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104882523462300162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meets mommy for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgwFbcR8hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ldM2W5WUQRo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgwFbcR8hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ldM2W5WUQRo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104883047448310290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgwFbcR8iI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k1vL-E8wUvY/s1600-h/kaylee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgwFbcR8iI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k1vL-E8wUvY/s320/kaylee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104883047448310306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle Roll pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pics from her party after I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-5769110811198872818?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5769110811198872818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=5769110811198872818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5769110811198872818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/5769110811198872818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgvNLcR8fI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5CIGi6E-9E/s72-c/stillchesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8205013367630773453</id><published>2007-08-31T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T07:55:28.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th's Disease</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics of what Kaylee looked like when she had 6th's Disease. It ran it's course just like the doctor said it would. The rash never bothered her either. Which is a good thing, cause it looks like it would. So we all survived 6th's Disease! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need to work on some more teeth. We have 2 and have come to a hault. I know don't wish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgrI7cR8dI/AAAAAAAAADU/LAOAPDi1zNs/s1600-h/6th%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgrI7cR8dI/AAAAAAAAADU/LAOAPDi1zNs/s320/6th%27s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104877610019713490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgrJLcR8eI/AAAAAAAAADc/I2-fv3TCEFI/s1600-h/6th%27s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgrJLcR8eI/AAAAAAAAADc/I2-fv3TCEFI/s320/6th%27s1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104877614314680802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of what Kaylee looked like when she had 6th's Disease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8205013367630773453?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8205013367630773453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8205013367630773453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8205013367630773453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8205013367630773453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/6ths-disease.html' title='6th&apos;s Disease'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RtgrI7cR8dI/AAAAAAAAADU/LAOAPDi1zNs/s72-c/6th%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3356897927995952528</id><published>2007-08-16T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:18:31.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood  Illness'</title><content type='html'>Okay so why is it that every illness my daughter as gotten in her first year of life as to be viral. "There is nothing you can treat this with." I am beginning to hate that comment. Last Sunday Kaylee started running a temp.. Monday evening still running a temp. Took her to Acute care nothing was found in blood work just watch her. Tuesday seemed fine, ran a low grade temp all day but not as bad as the 2 days prior. Also very clingy not wanting to play and slept alot those 2 days. Wed. daycare called she is all blotchy on her face. I went out to look at her, NOT GOOD. All along her hair line in her ears down her neck, around her eyes. Checked her tummy(had somewhat of a tiny pinpoint red dots on tummy Monday nite, dr said it was from heat). Her tummy was covered with this pin point rash. Took her to the dr he took one look at her and knew exactly what it was. Sixth Disease is what he called it. Also know as Fifths Disease or Roseola. Here is a description of what it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth disease: A viral disease of infants and young children with sudden onset of high fever which lasts several days and then suddenly subsides leaving in its wake a fine red rash. The causative agent is herpesvirus type 6 so the disease is known as Sixth Disease. Also known as Exanthem subitum (sudden rash), Pseudorubella, Roseola, Roseola infantilis, and Roseola infantum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pics I found on the net. The one of the tummy is what Kaylee's tummy looked like. The one of the side of the face, Kaylee's face didn't look that severe more blotchiness than the rash. The doctor said by Sat or Sun it should be all done. I hope now that we will be one these dang viral infections become much less. I did take pics of Kaylee but don't have them downloaded yet. I hope all you mom's out there don't have to deal with this. It looks worse than it is though. The rash doensn't even bother her.So another childhood illness to record in the baby book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RsUso7cR8cI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmyPHXVX4mE/s1600-h/roseola1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RsUso7cR8cI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmyPHXVX4mE/s320/roseola1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099531234729652674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RsUsi7cR8bI/AAAAAAAAADE/FEb9oQS52pY/s1600-h/roseola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RsUsi7cR8bI/AAAAAAAAADE/FEb9oQS52pY/s320/roseola.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099531131650437554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3356897927995952528?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3356897927995952528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3356897927995952528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3356897927995952528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3356897927995952528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/childhood-illness.html' title='childhood  Illness&apos;'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RsUso7cR8cI/AAAAAAAAADM/NmyPHXVX4mE/s72-c/roseola1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4348051164775603506</id><published>2007-08-13T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:37:49.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big moves</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged in awhile. Sorry for those of you that do read this. Which I don't think is alot. Anyways. Since we went on vacation we have had big change happen. First of all I will start with my husband reacting to me working nites on weekends. The weekend after we went on vacation I worked. I worked 3 12 hr nite shifts Fri., Sat. and Sun. He got pissed and threw a fit. Which in turn pissed me off right before I went to work. So that made me even more mad, cause he made me go to work mad. Well I choose to work nites on the weekends cause of daycare. If I work nites during the week I wouldn't get to see my daughter for two days. Which I think is unfair. So on the weekends he is home and I can at least see her before I go to work and after I get home for awhile. He had a fit cause he had to stay in the house all day and all nite with his daughter. Remember his daughter. He was mad cause he couldn't go do stuff without her. To make a long story short I switched my weekends around but don't think it will stay that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in this process of him staying in the house all weekend he had to see what are house is starting to look like. We live in an old trailor house for those of you that don't know. It is starting to really show its age. So this was one of the deciding factors in my husbands big move. Which is he is taking a different job. My brother works at a body shop at a dealership and they had an opening. He told my husband about it and told him that he should apply. Well after the weekend in the house he decided to apply. This was not any easy decision for him, he has been at his current job for 13 years. It consists of his boss, him and one other guy. So he is good friends with his boss. So it was very hard for him to do this. Even though his boss has mentioned at least weekly since Kaylee has been born. That he wants to get out of the body work. He always talks about closing the shop. So my husbands job has been on edge to what his boss is and was going to do all the time. So this new job has benefits where as the old one didn't. He will get paid 2 dollars an hour more and in a year it will be 2 1/2 more. It is closer to SF. Which in turn is going to be a move to a closer town to his job. Which means a new or newer house for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the big news in our family right now. He starts his new job next Monday so cross your fingers for him that he makes the transition smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also another big event is in 15 days we will be the parents of a One Year Old. Lots of changes in a year. They grow up so fast. But I love to watch all the different stages and milestones. It is amazing how they catch on to things. Well hope everyone has a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4348051164775603506?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4348051164775603506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4348051164775603506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4348051164775603506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4348051164775603506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='big moves'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3367695395260706614</id><published>2007-08-13T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T12:05:37.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past couple months.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="display: inline; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/2/photo_peel.swf" loop="false" quality="high" FlashVars="ql=0&amp;src1=http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL100/9533514/flicks/1/1544727&amp;src2=http://widgetize.picturetrail.com/flicks/1544727" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="400" height="320" name="photo_peel" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;table width="400" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom" width="85" height="30"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturetrail.com%2Fwebpages%2Fabout-photoflick2.shtml&amp;cID=924"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.picturetrail.com/res/pflicks/pt.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/misc/counter.fcgi?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.picturetrail.com%2FphotoFlick%2Fsamples%2Fpflicks.shtml&amp;cID=925"&gt;&lt;font color="#0E58FF" size="2" face="arial"&gt;Cool Slideshows!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width=0 height=0 style="visibility:hidden;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/counters/dBFII5RbVxUc8nBdc3bMDTvNxh8YPCZT0EgEosybDqo5TdzHa_i0ory9KSiqwjsLQBpJvv0bdU2M3udCQWq572Z_JZ7cINU-JbOVX2BFWU3pTliUvl-69YIVzP5nB6Cp1G8sK8YZwffkkXZO94TZzw==.tif" &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3367695395260706614?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3367695395260706614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3367695395260706614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3367695395260706614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3367695395260706614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-couple-months.html' title='The past couple months.'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4426789012186247736</id><published>2007-07-20T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T04:02:03.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are off!</title><content type='html'>Well we are officially going on vacation as of today. We are going to the cities with two other couples that are our close friends. One couple and us are camping. That is going to be interesting. The only good thing is that the camper we are using is really nice. Better than a hotel. We will be at a twins game tonite. And depending on how hot it is tomorrow the plan was to go to a car show. But the one friend is pregant and with Kaylee will be the determining factor if the girls and maybe 2 of the kids go to that. I am sure we will take in the Mall of America too. Monday is back home. It isn't terribly long but with an 11month, 2yrs and 5yr old it will probably feel very long. Will post pics when we get home. Have a good weekend everyone and try to stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4426789012186247736?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4426789012186247736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4426789012186247736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4426789012186247736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4426789012186247736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-off.html' title='We are off!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3300459767477563300</id><published>2007-07-11T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:56:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaylee playing with the puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid149.photobucket.com/albums/s64/mdmurra/76f06396.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3300459767477563300?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3300459767477563300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3300459767477563300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3300459767477563300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3300459767477563300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/kaylee-playing-with-puppy.html' title='Kaylee playing with the puppy'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8985993682847802626</id><published>2007-07-11T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:24:30.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth FINALLY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpVWBX7vylI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DKgZwEScHPY/s1600-h/tooth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpVWBX7vylI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DKgZwEScHPY/s320/tooth.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086065935789312594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!!!! Even though most of you moms that have already experienced this will probably tell me I am crazy. Kaylee is finally getting teeth. Okay 1 tooth. I am so happy though. I know it is good the longer they are under the better the teeth but it is so hard when it comes to food. She doesn't eat baby food anymore. And finding foods that we eat that are appropriate for her is not an easy task these days. She wants everything that we are eating. And that is not always easy with no teeth. So I may be insaine for being happy but I am happy she is finally getting them. I also am glad cause I feel like she is behind when it comes to that. She is 10 months old. I know many her age and younger that have almost a mouth full of teeth. I know she really isn't behind but it just feels like it. So far we have had one bad nite and whiny crabby. I am sure I will be eating my words about this subject sooner than later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the moms out there your advice with teething would be greatly appriciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8985993682847802626?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8985993682847802626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8985993682847802626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8985993682847802626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8985993682847802626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/teeth-finally.html' title='Teeth FINALLY!!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpVWBX7vylI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DKgZwEScHPY/s72-c/tooth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3249302362744812354</id><published>2007-07-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:41:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpF18X7vykI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oCwBrbVXiOg/s1600-h/strange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpF18X7vykI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oCwBrbVXiOg/s400/strange.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084975134355212866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't is amazing what some people can do! You hope they put that talent to good use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3249302362744812354?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3249302362744812354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3249302362744812354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3249302362744812354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3249302362744812354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/07/strange-house.html' title='Strange house'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RpF18X7vykI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oCwBrbVXiOg/s72-c/strange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-7004534292728394596</id><published>2007-06-28T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:02:04.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-7004534292728394596?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7004534292728394596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=7004534292728394596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7004534292728394596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/7004534292728394596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-months-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4722853568707501867</id><published>2007-06-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:01:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4722853568707501867?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4722853568707501867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4722853568707501867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4722853568707501867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4722853568707501867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-kind-of-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-8926878191662794571</id><published>2007-06-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:43:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Busy</title><content type='html'>So just as Kaylee was getting over her wonderful Croup. Daddy decided it would be a good time to get sick too. And I am talking on death bed sick. So sick he actually went to the doctor voluntarly. Let me tell ya people that is sick. It is like pulling teeth to get him to go and get his asthma checked on a regular basis. Also when he is sick he won't stay home from work. Okay mind you most of his illness' are cold chest type illness'. He has asthma, it was severe when he was a child, it has gotten better since he has gotten older. Okay the next thing is he works in a body shop. Paint dust all the wonderful things you shouldn't inhale especially if your sick. The first day of this misable illness this week he still went to work. I come home from work and he can't hardly hold his daugter. I told him to stay home the next day. Well he went to the doctor and believe it or not he was sick enough he stayed home. So that has been fun to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother in law is now home from the hospital. Which is a relief and not. I am still worried about the next few weeks to come. Her husband drives tour bus and is leaving the end of next week. So trying to find her help with dogs and house chores is the biggest worry right now. Her husband is going to be gone for a month. Her one son lives there but he drives truck so he is pretty much gone during the week. I plan on being there every day I have off, which I work 3 12hr shifts a week, so it is going to be interesting to see how the next few weeks go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I don't know much else for now. Will probably post pics later. Hope everyone has a good weekend. Try to stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-8926878191662794571?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8926878191662794571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=8926878191662794571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8926878191662794571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/8926878191662794571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-busy.html' title='Still Busy'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2087034381494238146</id><published>2007-06-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:29:34.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Okay so I have so much to do and not a whole lot of days to do it in. I am suppose to work Tues, Wed and Thurs. . I say it that way cause depending on how Kaylee is is if I do work. She is misrable, besides the wonderful cough she is so stuffed up she can hardly breathe. SO I really need to take her back to the doctor. Can't today though. At 3:30 we are going to talk to our banker about the house we want to buy. Which is 20 miles south of us, then we get to drive 60 miles back north to go see my mother in law in the hospital. She had surgery today. So today isn't going to work unless we go to acute care like we did last Thurs. which probably wouldn't be a bad idea. Sorry if I sound like I am talking to myself. I have a friend from Rapid City coming to see us this weekend so besides the other stuff I need to clean my house desprately. Well if I work all my scheduled days they are 12 hour shifts, no getting it done then. So I guess that leaves Friday. And we might end up back at the bank that day if things go good. I would guess anyways. I could use a clone right now. Better yet a maid. SO I might not be posting for awhile. Well that is all for now got to try and get some stuff done before 2 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2087034381494238146?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2087034381494238146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2087034381494238146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2087034381494238146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2087034381494238146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-2692156868125316700</id><published>2007-06-17T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:40:57.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Croup</title><content type='html'>I don't know how or where. And it is the wrong season. My daughter has croup. Let me tell you that is the most painful sounding thing for such a little person. She is so horse and cough is terrible. All I know is a week is to long to wait. The doctor said it would take a week for her to get over it. She got a steriod shot to help it. Other than that there is nothing that they can do for it other than let it run it's course. Just like RSV. Not fun. Hopefully it will be done soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-2692156868125316700?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2692156868125316700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=2692156868125316700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2692156868125316700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/2692156868125316700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/croup.html' title='Croup'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3218342481153264733</id><published>2007-06-12T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:05:35.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOO CUTE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QzX2wzII/AAAAAAAAACs/cjEPrxg7ovM/s1600-h/dawnpics+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QzX2wzII/AAAAAAAAACs/cjEPrxg7ovM/s320/dawnpics+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075364148577094786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other words. SOOOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3218342481153264733?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3218342481153264733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3218342481153264733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3218342481153264733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3218342481153264733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/soooo-cute.html' title='SOOOO CUTE!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QzX2wzII/AAAAAAAAACs/cjEPrxg7ovM/s72-c/dawnpics+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-6505184795920892770</id><published>2007-06-12T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:03:54.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QIH2wzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/RH9MHGdz7Sw/s1600-h/dawnpics+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QIH2wzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/RH9MHGdz7Sw/s320/dawnpics+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075363405547752562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to do this, this is the life. Lay and watch the world go by. We found this guy today in a tree in our front yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-6505184795920892770?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6505184795920892770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=6505184795920892770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6505184795920892770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/6505184795920892770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm9QIH2wzHI/AAAAAAAAACk/RH9MHGdz7Sw/s72-c/dawnpics+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-238458055274112922</id><published>2007-06-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:46:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm7oz32wzFI/AAAAAAAAACU/gPQrYK3oSvg/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm7oz32wzFI/AAAAAAAAACU/gPQrYK3oSvg/s320/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075249807957740626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm7oz32wzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/FfmQGDeA5N0/s1600-h/house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm7oz32wzGI/AAAAAAAAACc/FfmQGDeA5N0/s320/house1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075249807957740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend my husband finally made a comment that we should try to get financing for this one house we looked at awhile back. So we talked and decided to look at another one that was for sale in town. The pics above. This one is finished. The other one that we looked at is brand new, but the basement isn't finished. They are basically the same price. THe other one is a ranch style one. Which this one is a split level but it is layed out so nice. It is more roomy than most split levels I have been in. So the next thing we need to do is go and talk to our banker. Keep your fingers crossed for us. We need this, let's just say were we are at is not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-238458055274112922?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/238458055274112922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=238458055274112922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/238458055274112922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/238458055274112922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/Rm7oz32wzFI/AAAAAAAAACU/gPQrYK3oSvg/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-4135779250337093458</id><published>2007-06-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:55:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic with new camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKU04vwTI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2-7kuXA8LY/s1600-h/kaylee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKU04vwTI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2-7kuXA8LY/s320/kaylee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072331170724692274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVE4vwUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TpINBxGST2g/s1600-h/kaylee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVE4vwUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TpINBxGST2g/s320/kaylee1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072331175019659586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVE4vwVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVO1mjKLCnY/s1600-h/kaylee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVE4vwVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVO1mjKLCnY/s320/kaylee2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072331175019659602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVU4vwWI/AAAAAAAAACE/XSydRKY50Wc/s1600-h/kaylee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVU4vwWI/AAAAAAAAACE/XSydRKY50Wc/s320/kaylee3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072331179314626914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVU4vwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/kmOhP0VH7cA/s1600-h/kaylee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKVU4vwXI/AAAAAAAAACM/kmOhP0VH7cA/s320/kaylee4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072331179314626930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-4135779250337093458?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4135779250337093458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=4135779250337093458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4135779250337093458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/4135779250337093458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/pic-with-new-camera.html' title='Pic with new camera'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSKU04vwTI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2-7kuXA8LY/s72-c/kaylee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-3702300993929923514</id><published>2007-06-04T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:45:55.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSH104vwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZ8T_qMHwZ4/s1600-h/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSH104vwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZ8T_qMHwZ4/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072328439125492002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my mother's day gift from my husband and my daughter. It will also be my birthday gift. But I don't care I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-3702300993929923514?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3702300993929923514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=3702300993929923514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3702300993929923514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/3702300993929923514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-camera.html' title='New Camera'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/RmSH104vwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/UZ8T_qMHwZ4/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38895332.post-1248557153182960398</id><published>2007-06-02T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T07:18:47.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So True!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lizzie Palmer who put this YouTube program together is 15 years old.  There have been over 3,000,000 hits as of this morning.  In case you missed it, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.youtube.com/v/ervaMPt4Ha0&amp;autoplay=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38895332-1248557153182960398?l=timesinourlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1248557153182960398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38895332&amp;postID=1248557153182960398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1248557153182960398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38895332/posts/default/1248557153182960398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timesinourlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-true.html' title='So True!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197985941997007100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_u88RpMqTYPk/R4VF8sX8-XI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Drh5e4rfvjM/S220/flowers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
