<?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-15350135</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:56:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.B.&amp; J. (The Paige and Blake Journey)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-974207477775459483</id><published>2010-10-20T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:13:22.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;October 4, 2010 - Mommy and Daddy escape for a date night.  Dinner at Coliseum Steak and Pizza and a concert at Rexall Place.  Darius Rucker stole the show singing oldies from his Hootie and the blowfish days and a great version of Purple Rain - and Brad Paisley sang as all the women swooned and gushed over him.  We danced through the whole show and didn't want the night to end.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/TL-TsR9WmjI/AAAAAAAABTA/sTeKHy4QnVY/s1600/IMG_5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/TL-TsR9WmjI/AAAAAAAABTA/sTeKHy4QnVY/s400/IMG_5382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-974207477775459483?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/974207477775459483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=974207477775459483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/974207477775459483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/974207477775459483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2010/10/date-night.html' title='Date Night!!!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/TL-TsR9WmjI/AAAAAAAABTA/sTeKHy4QnVY/s72-c/IMG_5382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3669802941569345514</id><published>2009-12-15T12:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:45:10.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;I love vacations with my family.  Sure you have the stress of packing, making it to the airport at an ungodly hour, dealing with cranky rushed over-tired children......being confined to three seats for four people.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;BUT...you also have the wonderful experience of learning new adventures as a family.  Spending time together is the most valuable thing I feel I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;I seam to complain quite a lot about my children, and how much they stress me out - but to be honest with you, my kids are pretty amazing.  They are (in general) well behaved, respectful, affectionate and down right entertaining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;We are having a great time and the trip home is sneaking up on us.  I wish we could stay forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Syfl8QZk9VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aq9AJImeyyI/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Syfl8QZk9VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aq9AJImeyyI/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415549900293469522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3669802941569345514?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3669802941569345514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3669802941569345514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3669802941569345514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3669802941569345514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Syfl8QZk9VI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Aq9AJImeyyI/s72-c/IMG_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-928737493086898038</id><published>2009-09-08T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:30:00.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you ever...</title><content type='html'>....just want to throw the towel in and give up?  More specifically - do you ever wonder why the hell someone did not tell you before you became a grown up, a mother, a wife that it would be hard.  Not just hard, but want to run away, join a convent, feel like becoming an alcoholic so super duper hard???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dreaming of my life as a grown up when I was a child.  I had these grand illusions of how wonderful it would be, and how I would furnish my home, how many children I'd have, what kind of car I'd drive, who I'd marry - and now I have all that.  And I can't help but wonder -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Is this it?&lt;/span&gt;  I've accomplished all my goals in life.  (Okay, not ALL of them - I still want to become a skinny race car driver!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had the next goal to work for, and I am feeling a little lost not knowing where my life is going now that's I've attained everything I wanted.  Sounds selfish, I know.  And there are those who do not have all I do, and I KNOW I should be thankful - don't get me wrong I am!! I am just feeling a little lost!  I always feel like I need something to look forward to, something to make the hard times a little more bearable knowing a reward was just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Kindergarten, I couldn't wait to be in Junior High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Junior High, I couldn't wait to get to High School and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in High School (and driving), I couldn't wait to have my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had my own apartment, I couldn't wait to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got married, I couldn't wait to go to own a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got our first condo, I couldn't wait to have a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a career, I couldn't wait to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had a baby, I couldn't wait to have a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a house, I couldn't wait to have a second child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had a second child.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am, wondering what comes next.  I have to do some deep soul searching and decide what I want next in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-928737493086898038?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/928737493086898038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=928737493086898038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/928737493086898038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/928737493086898038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-ever.html' title='Do you ever...'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2203010431692098619</id><published>2009-07-23T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:08:52.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Me!</title><content type='html'>For once in a long time, I felt small....&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SmlBudRJnqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qoohAtPCrQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361889097747635874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SmlBudRJnqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qoohAtPCrQQ/s400/IMG_1489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2203010431692098619?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2203010431692098619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2203010431692098619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2203010431692098619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2203010431692098619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/07/small-me.html' title='Small Me!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SmlBudRJnqI/AAAAAAAAAQM/qoohAtPCrQQ/s72-c/IMG_1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1240329067400224841</id><published>2009-07-05T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:37:14.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireside Baths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;When you are camping and one baby has too much sand in his butt crack...one momma comes up with the plan to bathe her boy in the lid from a clothes tub.  From that idea comes the plan to bathe my children in the main part of the tub.  This is what happened next...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SlFjWayVxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ckTd9jkYqNM/s1600-h/IMG00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SlFjWayVxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ckTd9jkYqNM/s400/IMG00020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-1240329067400224841?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1240329067400224841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1240329067400224841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1240329067400224841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1240329067400224841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/07/fireside-baths.html' title='Fireside Baths'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SlFjWayVxjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ckTd9jkYqNM/s72-c/IMG00020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1742187354036123090</id><published>2009-07-02T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:27:43.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my children....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;These photos capture the true essence of my children.  Sooo accurate, and sooo my children.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Skzf_Xdt7TI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_4_GAba2QSY/s1600-h/IMG_8523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Skzf_Xdt7TI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_4_GAba2QSY/s400/IMG_8523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Skzf_g1w47I/AAAAAAAAAP8/trKUMYJ57cc/s1600-h/IMG_8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Skzf_g1w47I/AAAAAAAAAP8/trKUMYJ57cc/s400/IMG_8509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-1742187354036123090?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1742187354036123090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1742187354036123090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1742187354036123090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1742187354036123090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-are-my-children.html' title='These are my children....'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Skzf_Xdt7TI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_4_GAba2QSY/s72-c/IMG_8523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3295413813992451153</id><published>2009-05-28T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:48:33.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's me!  I am sooo horrible, and I've been this way as long as I can remember.  I have a special account with work that I get "Profession Development" money, and the cut off for last year's fund was March 30th.  The bonus is that you have until May 30th to submit the paperwork.  Guess who hasn't done it yet...on May 28th??? Yup, that's me!  Guess what I am doing on my lunch hour?  Driving all around the city getting forms signed and delivered to the correct location - yup, that's me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3295413813992451153?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3295413813992451153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3295413813992451153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3295413813992451153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3295413813992451153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/05/procrastinator.html' title='Procrastinator'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2673888661843149708</id><published>2009-05-12T10:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:34:34.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I just a sucker?</title><content type='html'>Last night I stopped at Safeway on my way home for a quick grab of a few items.  This lady stopped me in the parking lot...and I heard the sob story.  Left a bad relationship, 3 kids, no food, would pay me back next week.....I told her sorry, I didn't have any cash, said I felt bad for her - then went in to get my items.  I couldn't stop thinking of her while I was in the store, wondered if that were me and I was down on my luck, would someone help me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a Safeway gift card and put $20 on it.  Then when leaving the store, I found her again in the parking lot and gave it to her.  She thanked me and wanted the chance to pay me back. I  simply told her to help someone else out when she's back on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left I wondered, was I taken for?  Or did I genuinely help this lady out.  Guess I'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2673888661843149708?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2673888661843149708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2673888661843149708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2673888661843149708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2673888661843149708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/05/was-i-just-sucker.html' title='Was I just a sucker?'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2373675265075076932</id><published>2009-05-02T23:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:59:21.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official....I'm a soccer MOM!!!</title><content type='html'>Minus the minivan of course!  Today was Paige's first ever soccer practice/game, and it was so adorable.  It was a mixture of chaos, tears and sheer happiness!  Paige was one of the remaining 6 players from 13 who finished the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is at the beginning doing some drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1IR0vZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U1LHKoQ9Gsk/s1600-h/IMG_8907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1IR0vZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U1LHKoQ9Gsk/s320/IMG_8907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes a big break.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SCORES!!!!  (Don't tell her the other kids were "busy" behind her sipping juice boxes and getting strange kids off the field!  She was sooo proud of herself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1c8Ru2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YS3iaLKSA3Q/s1600-h/IMG_8946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1c8Ru2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/YS3iaLKSA3Q/s320/IMG_8946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1uJu3FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A6TOO0xY8J8/s1600-h/IMG_8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1uJu3FI/AAAAAAAAAPo/A6TOO0xY8J8/s320/IMG_8948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-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/15350135-2373675265075076932?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2373675265075076932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2373675265075076932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2373675265075076932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2373675265075076932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-officialim-soccer-mom.html' title='It&apos;s official....I&apos;m a soccer MOM!!!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Sf0l1IR0vZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/U1LHKoQ9Gsk/s72-c/IMG_8907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1596668169239298556</id><published>2009-04-19T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:59:12.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging VS. Facebook</title><content type='html'>Since I've become 100% addicted to facebook, my blogging has fallen to the wayside.  But I find myself coming back.  I miss the closeness and candid thoughts I could share with my "followers" instead of broadcasting a general comment to 300 people.  So there you have it.....BLOGGERS....I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday - and I am supposed to be at work.  I am sitting at home in bed, and I'd like to vent why.  Friday night I couldn't sleep because I was having TERRIBLE tooth pain.  I was crying and couldn't get it under control.  I went to work Saturday (not the best choice I've made lately), and was barely functional.  It's a great thing to have such nice and understanding co-workers!   I got in to see an emergency dentist at WEM - right beside the hospital I work at.  He was quick, and nice.  And told me there was nothing wrong with my teeth.  He suspected a sinus infection.  I found that hard to believe as I was not sick, nor was I stuffed up.  He suggested I take as much anti-inflammatory that is recommended on the bottle, and a max dose of decongestant.  Well..that didn't help.  I somehow finished my shift, then drove myself to the afterhours clinic in SP.  The wait was unbelievable, but when I was seen - they confirmed it.  I have a blocked/infected sinus duct.  She injected me with some Toradol (which I have to say is the cat's meow!!!) and sent me home with a strong antibiotic.  She promised I'd feel better in 3 days.  3 DAYS?!?!?!?  Who can feel like this for 3 DAYS?!?!?!?  Anyway, I am not taking the max amount of Tylenol, and Advil Cold and Sinus with an extra Advil...ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we go to my mom's for dinner.  She made it home from Mexico yesterday, and I have yet to see her.  I miss her terribly.  She picked up Paige and has had her since yesterday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-1596668169239298556?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1596668169239298556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1596668169239298556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1596668169239298556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1596668169239298556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogging-vs-facebook.html' title='Blogging VS. Facebook'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1194560460241716275</id><published>2008-11-05T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:30:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Well, the month of October was a very busy time for us.  We made the dicision to extend our famly and take in my 16yr old pregnant neice.  As you can imagine, that brought along a series of challenges and battles - totally par for being the parent of a 16 yr old girl.  PLUS she's hormonal and lacks many life skills.  Anyway, we're doing what we can to help her, and encourage her to improve her life.  I can see the changes already and she's only been with us a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our landscaping is almost complete - we have worked very hard over the month and our yard is almost to a point where I can start to enjoy it.  Still so much to do next year with plants and flower beds (HELP???!?!!!).  Can't wait to plant some lilac bushes and raspberry bushes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I also had the chance to escape away for a scrapbooking retreat at Pigeon Lake for a full weekend.  I love getting away.  It's not even about the scrapbooking anymore, it's just the getting time to myself that I cherish.  I get to sleep when I want, eat delicious meals that I don't have to prepare or clean up after, and I get to have a few wobbly pops!!  I can't wait for the next one - it's a long weekend!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One more story to share before I go.  This past Monday I agreed to bus with my neice J. to her first day of school in the city.  This was a fun adventure for Miss P - three busses to get there.  They are quick rides, and she's at the school in around an hour.  Really not bad at all.  However, she was terrified to do this alone, so we joined her.  After we dropped her off, P, B, and I went on to Bonnie Doon mall.  I decided to kill time in the city instead of bussing home, then bussing back to bus back home with her after school.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;First of all I almost drop kicked a creepy man who was trying to take pictures of P. on his cell phone.  But he took my advice when I suggested he "not dare" take my daughter's picture.  Then we arrived to Bonnie Doon and I discovered a Flu clinic set up! Perfect!  All three of us signed up.  I went first - to show Paige how painless it would be.  I got my needle and it was fine.  Then Paige went next.  She made this SAD, SAD face and almost cried...but then it was over and she was fine.  I hugged her and told her I was so proud of her for being such a brave girl.  The nurse gave her a sticker - and she was totally fine.  Then Blake went.  He got his in the thigh.  He was sooo mad!! He SCREAMED bloody murder as if to say "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???".  I just started singing and comforting him, and he was fine right away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We had to hang around for 30 mins at the clinic because of a possible reaction.  In this time I discovered there are WAY too many bored elderly people just "hanging out" at BD mall!!  In the short time what we were waiting - Paige got two loonies from one older lady who said she was so brave to get a needle, so she gave her (and Blake) each a dollar!  She also got some Worther's Original Candies from an other lady for being "so well behaved".  Isn't it funny how old people always carry "candy" with them?  I remember as a child one of my babysitters would give us ONE lifesaver once we were in bed without giving her any grief at bedtime...and I loved that!  She always had coffee flavour or butterscotch ones.  To this day I have a little smile when I eat butterscotch lifesavers and remember that sweet lady Charlotte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-1194560460241716275?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1194560460241716275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1194560460241716275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1194560460241716275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1194560460241716275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/11/october-talk.html' title='October Talk'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8392257655866127014</id><published>2008-10-26T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:20:52.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPE Lula Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today Darren and I were shopping at Greenland Garden Centre for some last minute landscaping supplies - and I TOTALLY FELL IN LOVE with this line of bags, wallets, purses there by "Espe".  Darren could tell I longed to own this wallet - so he bought it for me!!  I was so shocked!  So I have a brand new wallet called "Lula" by ESPE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SQVO0Ff3QmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jHRwVtDr3pc/s1600-h/LulaLBrX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261698396388278882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SQVO0Ff3QmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jHRwVtDr3pc/s400/LulaLBrX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I love this wallet so much that I have decided to call her by her name - I will call her "Lula"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/15350135-8392257655866127014?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8392257655866127014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8392257655866127014' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8392257655866127014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8392257655866127014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/10/espe-lula-wallet.html' title='ESPE Lula Wallet'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SQVO0Ff3QmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jHRwVtDr3pc/s72-c/LulaLBrX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8956744506847013289</id><published>2008-10-14T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:32:43.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;In the last week I have had to make two birthday cakes.  The first on is a Nintendo DS cake that I made for my sister's birthday.  I thought it was hideous, but she LOVED it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyaH5swII/AAAAAAAAAOg/aqLqoko65KA/s1600-h/October+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyaH5swII/AAAAAAAAAOg/aqLqoko65KA/s320/October+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The second cake was a pirate one I made for Barb's 30th surprise party.  I should post pics of my pirate family.  I enjoyed making this cake so much more.  It turned out great, and it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyaWxLzWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V8wGLIsRAYY/s1600-h/October+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyaWxLzWI/AAAAAAAAAOo/V8wGLIsRAYY/s320/October+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyavsxLjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3_-C1DtgkS8/s1600-h/October+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyavsxLjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3_-C1DtgkS8/s320/October+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-8956744506847013289?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8956744506847013289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8956744506847013289' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8956744506847013289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8956744506847013289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-recent-cakes.html' title='My Recent Cakes'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SPVyaH5swII/AAAAAAAAAOg/aqLqoko65KA/s72-c/October+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2804815927989811712</id><published>2008-10-01T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:14:26.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Invites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;These are some baby shower invitations I made for my dear friend.  Her husband loves the Oilers, so I wanted to make these fun and boyish.  I am pretty proud.  I made the back to look more like a hockey jersey.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SORKoXWvp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dIr1kTBRfyk/s1600-h/Card+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SORKoXWvp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dIr1kTBRfyk/s320/Card+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SORKoR-ud1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UzMxWxbXM4s/s1600-h/Card+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SORKoR-ud1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/UzMxWxbXM4s/s320/Card+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-2804815927989811712?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2804815927989811712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2804815927989811712' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2804815927989811712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2804815927989811712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-shower-invites.html' title='Baby Shower Invites'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SORKoXWvp4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dIr1kTBRfyk/s72-c/Card+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4462487509734103996</id><published>2008-09-16T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:51:34.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We are working on our landscaping.  Paige is always trying to help!! Here she is helping Daddy last night by scooping the black dirt on the shrub that he just planted.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SNAqZQU1epI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KoF7m391tiE/s1600-h/ForSale+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SNAqZQU1epI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KoF7m391tiE/s320/ForSale+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-4462487509734103996?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4462487509734103996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4462487509734103996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4462487509734103996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4462487509734103996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-working-on-our-landscaping.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SNAqZQU1epI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KoF7m391tiE/s72-c/ForSale+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3984119690431848853</id><published>2008-09-13T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:09:39.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't know where the time is going, I seriously don't.  I just can't believe it's fall - and all the leaves are starting to turn golden on the trees.  It was so hot and "summer" only two weeks ago....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling somewhat emotional now.  I know what you are thinking - "Ahh...so...what's new??!?"  I have been a basket full of emotions in the last couple of weeks, and can barely believe how easily I cry lately.  It's not like I am even sad - I am sooo full of happiness that it brings me to tears!   Please tell me someone else goes through this.  Shouldn't the pregnancy hormones be GONE now?!!?  OR will it continue until I am done breastfeeding.  Here are two shots I've taken recently, that make my heart all warm a fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SMyActaXwLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lVRcN8H6LsA/s1600-h/September+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SMyActaXwLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lVRcN8H6LsA/s320/September+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..the lips of a babe.  How squishable and soft.  I just had to take a picture of his sweet delicate squishy face!!  Isn't he the most handsome beautiful boy in the world!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SMyAc-ycAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aKc_JZZ3GxI/s1600-h/September+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SMyAc-ycAWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aKc_JZZ3GxI/s320/September+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/15350135-3984119690431848853?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3984119690431848853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3984119690431848853' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3984119690431848853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3984119690431848853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-where-time-is-going-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SMyActaXwLI/AAAAAAAAAN4/lVRcN8H6LsA/s72-c/September+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7973888395186523952</id><published>2008-08-06T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:18:46.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm ROWER-SCAPING"!!!</title><content type='html'>Paige got a pair of roller-skates for her birthday, but we thought she was just a little bit too small to use them.  She was looking bored this morning - and I needed something to boost her energy to clean up the TV room...so I suggested she roller-skate!  She was sooo happy.  Here is a small clip of the follies that ensued here in our TV room today.  Oh, and yes, she calles it "rower-scaping"&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b60004026c3d3c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b60004026c3d3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D366E0FF2B352BBF49507DD7B25C69FE2DC51E774.7122EFF132603D14BC5FA8AAC0A44ED00A50A6D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b60004026c3d3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOwZ7NfrVKM36kkodQLBBGy1rNF4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b60004026c3d3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D366E0FF2B352BBF49507DD7B25C69FE2DC51E774.7122EFF132603D14BC5FA8AAC0A44ED00A50A6D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b60004026c3d3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOwZ7NfrVKM36kkodQLBBGy1rNF4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7973888395186523952?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7b60004026c3d3c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7973888395186523952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7973888395186523952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7973888395186523952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7973888395186523952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-rower-scaping.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m ROWER-SCAPING&quot;!!!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3264776005902865373</id><published>2008-08-03T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:43:45.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Big Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This weekend has been amazing so far!  Too many great things to write about.  But I'll sum it up with no kids, a hotel room, no cooking for anyone, scrapbooking, sleeping and there is a small little portion of HOT country artists...live on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in the POSER stage seats!!!  We realized, almost by accident, right before Trace Adkins that the winners had NOT claimed their prize through the day!!!  So we luckily got to fill the seats.  WOW!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSL2JoF2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2JyiPIGSCAc/s1600-h/August+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSL2JoF2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2JyiPIGSCAc/s320/August+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;View behind the stage - Trace's bus in the one in the middle.  AHHH!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMHpdLPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YR9D2T4rAgI/s1600-h/August+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMHpdLPI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YR9D2T4rAgI/s320/August+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our view for most of the show.  Un-hunh...yup...YUMMY!!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMObU-zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/90qZXzmRV48/s1600-h/August+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMObU-zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/90qZXzmRV48/s320/August+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Here was where I balled my eyes out.  I miss my babies.  I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this song.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMeTJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j85M8NQ78pw/s1600-h/August+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSMeTJ1SI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j85M8NQ78pw/s320/August+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-3264776005902865373?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3264776005902865373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3264776005902865373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3264776005902865373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3264776005902865373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-from-big-valley.html' title='Hello from Big Valley'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJXSL2JoF2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2JyiPIGSCAc/s72-c/August+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2917243908055055501</id><published>2008-07-31T01:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:37:49.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFrvlXno6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CI0cbRkncj4/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229079107583058850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFrvlXno6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CI0cbRkncj4/s400/friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2917243908055055501?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2917243908055055501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2917243908055055501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2917243908055055501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2917243908055055501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_641.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFrvlXno6I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/CI0cbRkncj4/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5277597444156717855</id><published>2008-07-31T01:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:01:54.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFjUjIjVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iK4R0c1vvAw/s1600-h/tummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229069847033500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFjUjIjVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iK4R0c1vvAw/s400/tummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5277597444156717855?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5277597444156717855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5277597444156717855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5277597444156717855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5277597444156717855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFjUjIjVNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/iK4R0c1vvAw/s72-c/tummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5872595663057780902</id><published>2008-07-31T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:50:39.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFgr2gEAzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GdtpD0R5yLs/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229066948834493234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFgr2gEAzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GdtpD0R5yLs/s400/Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5872595663057780902?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5872595663057780902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5872595663057780902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5872595663057780902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5872595663057780902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SJFgr2gEAzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GdtpD0R5yLs/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-9167103493074432526</id><published>2008-07-30T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:38:14.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ladies....this is one sequal that is just as good as the first.  I laughed, I cried, I ooooed, I awwwwed.  I just got back from the premier, and have to say I loved it!  Maybe it was the fact that I was out sans children...or with lovely company, who knows.  But it was the right combination for a GREAT chick flick.  So girls - I urge you.  This is one you shouldn't pass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have been through a lot lately with my friendships.  I have been evaluating and re-evaluating my choice of frendships, and wondering where I stand in the eyes of many of my friends.  I've also been doing a lot of inner reflection, wondering if I am as good of a friend to those who I thought I was.  I walked away from this movie with a deeper meaning, something I needed to hear.  Your friends are your friends, despite hardship, mistrust and lack of communication.  They will be there for you when you really need them.  I need to trust in that - and what will be will be.  I just have to make sure I am not being take advantage of, or worse yet taking advantage of someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-9167103493074432526?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/9167103493074432526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=9167103493074432526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9167103493074432526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9167103493074432526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/sisterhood-of-travelling-pants-2.html' title='Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4178965408209530541</id><published>2008-07-15T18:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:21:03.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Please listen to what Paige told me just now...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SH099wVdeAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CDA9qMqP3A8/s1600-h/July.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b321009c6885e22" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b321009c6885e22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D110BC98976F5FA5631D9E3EC6248537BEA196E1F.5DC0970F56F450E9A6E2EC57FAC5A036B7BEC386%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b321009c6885e22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL0DL-5YAa7auQex9Oe4zbpo4wx0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b321009c6885e22%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331703065%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D110BC98976F5FA5631D9E3EC6248537BEA196E1F.5DC0970F56F450E9A6E2EC57FAC5A036B7BEC386%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b321009c6885e22%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL0DL-5YAa7auQex9Oe4zbpo4wx0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4178965408209530541?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b321009c6885e22&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4178965408209530541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4178965408209530541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4178965408209530541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4178965408209530541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things!!!!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2731424694773134615</id><published>2008-07-03T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:11:06.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>June Happenings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Paige LOVES, LOVES, LOVES going to the Eskimo Football games.  This was our first game this season - in our new section.  She was cheering the entire time.  And the pom poms are her favorite!  Remember those Keltie???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AZ48ES7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UZKM3awx50U/s1600-h/June+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AZ48ES7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UZKM3awx50U/s320/June+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Landscaping is sooo fun....especially with a three year old.  I've always been a person who believe a kid NEEDS to be a kid, and have fun without regard for keeping totally clean....and look what my little monster after a fun day outside, and a bonfire at night.  She's having the time of her life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AaLZBSfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RfjUWAP3ieo/s1600-h/June+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AaLZBSfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RfjUWAP3ieo/s320/June+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was doing a big shopping trip for someone I love who is expecting...and neglected to watch my daughter too closely for a bit.  I just kept peeking on her and saw she was being quiet at the "kids table" in Please Mum.  That should have been my first clue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AaJB21cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vR-MA4MT39E/s1600-h/June+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AaJB21cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vR-MA4MT39E/s320/June+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you see all the marker on her arm, hand, and her "Hitler" mustache???  Thank goodness that when Crayola says washable...they are truly WASHABLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AatlVneI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2eW1FKQJ2U/s1600-h/June+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AatlVneI/AAAAAAAAAJY/m2eW1FKQJ2U/s320/June+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-2731424694773134615?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2731424694773134615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2731424694773134615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2731424694773134615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2731424694773134615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/07/june-happenings.html' title='June Happenings!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SG1AZ48ES7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/UZKM3awx50U/s72-c/June+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6983927682480835759</id><published>2008-06-23T22:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:44:12.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My Paige has really flourished lately and expressed sooo many different sides of herself. She's giving me a run for my money, but I just love her so much it hurts. I can't believe I have a 3 yr old! It's just amazing to me how she just continues to grow as her own little person every day. Here are some shots I took with my stepdad's SLR on Sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful...&lt;a href="http://localhost:1076/29bce7bef591dec795881c87cb61efdd/image2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215318506641180930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCIjMLeSQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wXL0nVcd96Y/s400/June+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Affectionate...&lt;a href="http://localhost:1076/29bce7bef591dec795881c87cb61efdd/image2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCHlCiEOgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DlrdRg8Ld_U/s1600-h/June+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215317438899698178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCHlCiEOgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DlrdRg8Ld_U/s400/June+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCH9g160bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RRJ01ghtIG8/s1600-h/June+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215317859352891826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCH9g160bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RRJ01ghtIG8/s400/June+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....Creative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and Moody!&lt;a href="http://localhost:1076/29bce7bef591dec795881c87cb61efdd/image2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215317126013431442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCHS08KrpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TDzhIZ4TiRI/s400/June+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6983927682480835759?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6983927682480835759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6983927682480835759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6983927682480835759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6983927682480835759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-paige-has-really-flourished-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGCIjMLeSQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wXL0nVcd96Y/s72-c/June+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4338151457783094470</id><published>2008-06-23T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:21:48.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have been keeping busy trying to leave the house daily.  I just can't believe that my son is almost 6 months old.  I am sooo sad that he is growing up so fast.  I am really trying to soak up as much as I can, really just absorb every moment.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2WmQhcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3ffG5zWjXnQ/s1600-h/June+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2WmQhcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3ffG5zWjXnQ/s320/June+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday we went for dinner at my mom's, as we do every Sunday night.  I was playing with my stepdad's SLR camera...I love it sooo much.  I have been playing with it for the last year.  Someday (when I can afford one, or my stepdad sell me his) I will have a nicer camera.  I'd also really love to take some lessons.  Since I've had children, I have dreamt of having my own studio in our house.  I would love to shoot maternity, babies, children and families - and weddings!!!  This is the first time I've admitted this to anyone.  :)  There is a studio here that I would love to model my own company after.  That is something I may enter in to as a hobby, not really for financial income as I know there is no shortage of photgraphers around this area!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2WyioHYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aeU6B86HgfE/s1600-h/June+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2WyioHYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aeU6B86HgfE/s320/June+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I keep thinking Blake is getting a tooth...then nothing!  He is always chewing on his fingers, his blankets, anything that he can get his hands on!  Here are some shots of him on Sunday - chewing away!  Poor boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2W404ACI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uIdJmyYRmpc/s1600-h/June+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2W404ACI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uIdJmyYRmpc/s320/June+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also went for his 6 month immunizations today, and he's been a little bit fussy.  I've had to give him Tylenol to help him be in less discomfort.  He's gone to bed already, hope tomorrow is a better day for him.  Or he finally just gets a tooth!!!&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/15350135-4338151457783094470?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4338151457783094470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4338151457783094470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4338151457783094470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4338151457783094470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-been-keeping-busy-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SGB2WmQhcYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3ffG5zWjXnQ/s72-c/June+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2085568802321588228</id><published>2008-06-11T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:08:45.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;!  I just can't believe how fast time is going by.  I know you are tired of hearing it, but seriously...I can't believe that my Mat leave it almost half done! I miss work, but I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; the day with my children.   Poor Blake has had a pussy eye for a week now, but I am positive it's just he sinus cold that took me over 3 weeks to get rid of.  Here is a close up of my little cutie.  You can see the skin around the right eye is pink.  He's getting better, this picture was take last week, but he still wakes up with green crusties on his eyelashes.   Poor boy HATES when I wash them clean&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SFAUqzxIH-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/buX_WVM-idA/s1600-h/June+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SFAUqzxIH-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/buX_WVM-idA/s320/June+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-2085568802321588228?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2085568802321588228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2085568802321588228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2085568802321588228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2085568802321588228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/06/ack-i-just-cant-believe-how-fast-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SFAUqzxIH-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/buX_WVM-idA/s72-c/June+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-883010384190110142</id><published>2008-05-28T23:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:31:56.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blake has been tricky at night lately...trying to stay up and play.  Up until now he's just been nursed to sleep, but that isn't always working so I have to help him to learn to fall asleep.  I am trying to help Blake to learn to self-soothe without him getting too upset.  He isn't a soother boy - except when he's really full and falling asleep.  He likes to have a fuzzy or soft blanket over his face to snuggle with his hands.  I am just getting to know what works for him.  I am starting to put him down when I know he's tired, and full.  Then I let him fall asleep with me there soothing him, or giving him his soother, or "shhhh'ing" him, or stroking his head, or giving him a soft blaked to cuddle.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....sooo frustrating, yet at the same time I know it will be over before I know it!  He's almost 5 months old!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-883010384190110142?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/883010384190110142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=883010384190110142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/883010384190110142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/883010384190110142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/blake-has-been-tricky-at-night-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1589799526747553715</id><published>2008-05-26T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:01:13.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Solid Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our doctor suggested last week that we start Blake very slowly and occasionally on some rice cereal to help him gain some more iron.  So we tried him before the long weekend with a small amount of rice cereal mixed with breastmilk.  He didn't seem to care either way.  So we have only really given him it once again since then.  First solid foods!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDt5d8ltQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gLP2JXMMx3s/s1600-h/May+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDt5d8ltQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gLP2JXMMx3s/s320/May+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDt5ecltQ5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3lb4AJ_LPAY/s1600-h/May+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDt5ecltQ5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/3lb4AJ_LPAY/s320/May+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/15350135-1589799526747553715?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1589799526747553715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1589799526747553715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1589799526747553715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1589799526747553715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-solid-food.html' title='First Solid Food'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDt5d8ltQ4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gLP2JXMMx3s/s72-c/May+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4440262561970457102</id><published>2008-05-26T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:18:54.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibling Rivalry has OFFICIALLY started!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Last week PJ was put in time out, and she was extremly dramatic over the whole issue.  She has turned it to quite a drama queen!  She was screaming and carrying on...and I was ignoring her completely (as usual when she's in time out).  Then I heard her yell "STOP LOOKING AT ME BLAKE!!!"  She was furious and yelling at her brother to "stop looking at her".  It was hilarious.  I had to take a picture of the way she looked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDtvjMltQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vuZW6YOupJ8/s1600-h/May+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDtvjMltQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vuZW6YOupJ8/s320/May+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just sat in his Bumbo chair and was totally oblivious that she was even mad at him.  He was smiling away, and that just made her even more mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/15350135-4440262561970457102?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4440262561970457102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4440262561970457102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4440262561970457102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4440262561970457102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/sibling-rivalry-has-officially-started.html' title='Sibling Rivalry has OFFICIALLY started!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SDtvjMltQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vuZW6YOupJ8/s72-c/May+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7449079741688677990</id><published>2008-05-26T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:38:49.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to make a new post and add some pictures - is anyone else missing the toolbar on the "Creat Post" page that allows you to change font, and add photos??!?!?!  Mine is not there?!?!  WTF???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7449079741688677990?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7449079741688677990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7449079741688677990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7449079741688677990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7449079741688677990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-trying-to-make-new-post-and-add.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8300581340437911739</id><published>2008-05-21T08:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:59:46.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a fun, fun, fun weekend in the mountains.  Paige especially had an amazing time with all the kids.  We did two hikes.  The first was called Grassi Lakes out side of Canmore.  It was pretty long, but not too hard - and it was gorgeous!!  We hiked along rocky cliffs, waterfalls and ended up at some beautiful lakes.  I have so many pretty photos, I'll post some when I get them uploaded.  The second hike on Sunday was greuling.  We did the Sulfur Mountain hike outside of Banff.  It was on of the hardest things I have done physically in my life!!  I wanted to quit, but couldn't...so I just trudged on.  Paige was such a good hiker.  She almost made it the whole 5.3 km but had to be carried near the end because of the snow.  Her poor little legs couldn't navigate the terrain.   It was breathtaking once we got to the top.  We were lucky we could ride the gondola down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went by way to quickly.  I wish we'd had a whole week.  But to be honest, there were so many people in one cabin (14 adults and 11 children) that I am not sure I could have handled any more nights. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8300581340437911739?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8300581340437911739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8300581340437911739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8300581340437911739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8300581340437911739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-had-fun-fun-fun-weekend-in-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5288149120923558054</id><published>2008-05-14T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:16:33.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP my dear cat Tank</title><content type='html'>It's with heavy hearts that this afternoon we had to make the decision to put our dear Tanky to sleep.  I am full of sadness at the moment.  He has been pretty sick since January with his bladder crystals and blockages.  Poor guy was in too much pain despite medication and special food.  Our vet agreed that he was to uncomfortable to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we had to let him go.  Goodbye my dear cat, I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5288149120923558054?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5288149120923558054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5288149120923558054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5288149120923558054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5288149120923558054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip-my-dear-cat-tank.html' title='RIP my dear cat Tank'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3831612204444188258</id><published>2008-05-13T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:51:49.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have pink eye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not sure if it's because I have been fighting upper sinus something...or if it's from my optometrist appointment.  I had an appointment on Tuesday, and I remember thinking that some of the equipment smelled funny - and I questioned the cleanliness internally.  I am positive that is where I got my pink eye, or eye infections from.  I am going to see my Dr. tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today I am staying home and making chili for our long weekend in Canmore.  We are going to a friend of a friend's cabin.  I am looking forward to it.  I am making lots of chilie - enough for about 12 adults and 10 kids.  One batch that's vegetarian, one batch with ground beef, and with ground beef without mushrooms!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3831612204444188258?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3831612204444188258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3831612204444188258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3831612204444188258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3831612204444188258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-pink-eye.html' title='I have pink eye!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5493374919041710516</id><published>2008-05-11T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:06:46.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday and Happy Mother's Day to ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Today I've had a wonderful day, which is what it's all about - isn't it?  I am just gearing down to go to bed as I've got a busy day tomorrow.  Hopefully the little man agrees and goes to sleep soon!!!  I'm sure he's being a bad sleeper because I've gotten a taste of him sleeping through the night and have bragged about it - he's taking it back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;After a long night last night of not being able to put Blake in his bed - I decided to bail on putting him in his crib after 1am, and bring him in bed with us.  He was up to nurse ever 1.5 hrs, so I didn't get too much sleep.  The good news is that I can nurse and nap at the same time - it's just not that great of quality of sleep.  Paige woke us all up at 8am, I fed Blake one more time and then Darren gave me the best present ever...he took the kids to his mom's and I went back to sleep!!  I slept until noon.  Then Paige woke me up and was eager to give me my mother's day present.  I got a pasta attachment for my kitchen aid mixer.  Exactly what I wanted.  My mom came and picked up Paige and Darren took me out for lunch at "A Taste of Vietnam".  I had my favorite vermicelli bowl, and some salad rolls.  YUMMY!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Blake fell asleep before lunch, and stayed sleeping all afternoon.  I went shopping, then came home and played my new Nintendo DS game "My Sims" for 2 hrs!!! (Thanks E.  I LOVE it!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Then it was off to supper at my mom's...and birthday cake.  Lots of family love and visits.  I love Sunday dinners at my mom's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic day, now I am off to bed.  Night Night readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5493374919041710516?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5493374919041710516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5493374919041710516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5493374919041710516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5493374919041710516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-and-happy-mothers-day-to.html' title='Happy Birthday and Happy Mother&apos;s Day to ME!!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2986755100322020987</id><published>2008-05-08T00:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:06:32.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Me</title><content type='html'>Look at my beautiful children.  I took this picture today (as a self-portrait) because I can't believe how fast my kids are growing up, and I do not have very many photos of us together.  I have lots of the kids, but none of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SCKX9mOuvKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tnOkWa5VF7w/s1600-h/May+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197884004429118626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SCKX9mOuvKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tnOkWa5VF7w/s400/May+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2986755100322020987?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2986755100322020987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2986755100322020987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2986755100322020987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2986755100322020987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky Me'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/SCKX9mOuvKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tnOkWa5VF7w/s72-c/May+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6393559554810621669</id><published>2008-04-28T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:46:21.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three years ago at this hour I was crippling over in pain, experiencing intense contractions, and trying to prepare myself mentally to become a mother.  Tomorrow Paige turns three, and I'm sure you've heard it soo many times before - but where does the time go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the proud mother of a curious, adventurous, sweet, pensive, creative, intelligent, beautiful three year old.  I couldn't be more proud of the girl my first baby is turning in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting too teary to keep on typing.  I love you P.J.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6393559554810621669?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6393559554810621669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6393559554810621669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6393559554810621669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6393559554810621669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/three-years-ago-at-this-hour-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7146826054112966014</id><published>2008-04-23T23:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:18:00.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jenn,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today you wrote your last exams. I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. I can't wait to hear how you did. I will give you some time tonight to eigther sleep...or go party with your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH girly - YOU DID IT!!! Woo Hoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7146826054112966014?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7146826054112966014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7146826054112966014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7146826054112966014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7146826054112966014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-jenn.html' title='Dear Jenn,'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7075288410200040955</id><published>2008-04-23T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T23:12:31.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Blake continues to sleep quite well at night.  He was down last night from about 8pm until 4:3oam.  I am sooo excited. I really hope that it continues.  Isn't that all the mother of a baby really wants???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Our weather is really something here.  I can accept that it's snowed so much here at the end of April...but for goodness sakes people - SHOVEL YOUR WALKWAYS!!!  I can't stand being pent up in the house, so we try to get out and get some fresh air.  It's damn near impossible to push a stroller on our neighborhood because soo many people haven't shoveled...at all!  I wish I was a bylaw officer and I coud write them all tickets.  The rotten thing is that it's been like this all winter.  Why can't people shovel??  It's not like they are senior citizens.  The worst case is two doors down from us - she's an RCMP officer, you think she's comply with the bylaws!?!??  Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The news says by Sept we'll be having to dial 10 digits to make local calls.  Better program my cell to just do it now.  AND 587 will also be the new area code.  Very interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7075288410200040955?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7075288410200040955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7075288410200040955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7075288410200040955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7075288410200040955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/blake-continues-to-sleep-quite-well-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5072012590869229378</id><published>2008-04-21T08:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:14:59.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an amazing weekend away.  I can't wait until the next one.  A few bumps to get over, but all in all, it was a great time.  I am so tired today, I need a nap already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my son is sleeping longer at night.  He went down in his crib around 10:30pm, so I went to bed.  He didn't wake up until 4:45am.  It was awesome.  I got 5 hours of straight sleep.  I hope he continues to do this, that would make me one happy Momma!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is rotten - Snowing madly, and there is snow everywhere.  I think today we'll just keep our comfy clothes on and have a cuddle and TV day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm indoors my friends!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5072012590869229378?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5072012590869229378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5072012590869229378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5072012590869229378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5072012590869229378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-amazing-weekend-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-263212569888790444</id><published>2008-04-18T11:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:04:18.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little over two hours until I leave on my scrapbooking retreat!!! YEAHHAHHAHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-263212569888790444?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/263212569888790444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=263212569888790444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/263212569888790444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/263212569888790444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-over-two-hours-until-i-leave-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3644335852195642028</id><published>2008-04-18T11:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:42:43.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH @ Shoppers Drug Mart!! I went Tuesday night and ordered a ton a photos ($75 worth!) for the scrapbooking retreat.  I waited 1.5 hrs for them to be printed (yes, more than an hour - but I DID have a lot!).  I took my photos home and didn't think to check them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...fast forward to last night at 1am.  I am going over my photos to start sorting them - and the color is ALL OFF!!! Everything is purple and pink hued!  AND there are yellow lines across ALL the photos.  WTF was I going to do.?!??  The store was closed, I couldn't call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at 1am I went online to Costco's website and did a massive upload and ordered for next day service.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that they get my order finished by 3pm when I leave to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Shoppers and all they would do is give me a 50% refund or reprint the photos.  Well, I don't want them reprinted because I re-ordered them from somewhere else already...and 50%????  That's garbage.  I am going in and DEMANDING 100% refund.  It is NOT my problem that they printed them all funny.  Sheesh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3644335852195642028?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3644335852195642028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3644335852195642028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3644335852195642028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3644335852195642028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh-shoppers-drug-mart-i-went-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6520977071661659847</id><published>2008-04-16T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:45:53.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gymbucks are a scam!  Orginally I set out to spend about $75 bucks at Gymboree...but bought an extra $25 worth to get $50 in Gymbucks.  I returned today to use my Gymbucks, and picked up so many things thinking "I am getting $50 off, no worries".  So I've spent over $200 in total this month at Gymboree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker, but my kids will be well dressed for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I added up the original price tags, you probably see that I &lt;em&gt;could have&lt;/em&gt; spent about $700.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6520977071661659847?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6520977071661659847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6520977071661659847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6520977071661659847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6520977071661659847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/gymbucks-are-scam-orginally-i-set-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8259532251815119968</id><published>2008-04-15T23:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:39:29.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cut Blake's nails tonight and gashed his pinky fingertip - gawd, don't you HATE when that happens???  I feel like such a terrible mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8259532251815119968?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8259532251815119968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8259532251815119968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8259532251815119968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8259532251815119968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cut-blakes-nails-tonight-and-gashed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-33989748425901132</id><published>2008-04-15T23:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:18:50.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulled in so many directions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you were being pulled in 1000 directions, and couldn't figure out what/who needed you the most?  I feel like I have so much on my mind, and just want to help everyone solve their problems, and also expend my energy on my family, household, and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I just feel spent.  I am really looking forward to having some "me time" - It's been too long.  I need a recharging.  Great timing for me to go away for 48 hrs to my scrapbooking retreat this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-33989748425901132?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/33989748425901132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=33989748425901132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/33989748425901132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/33989748425901132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/pulled-in-so-many-directions.html' title='Pulled in so many directions.'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3032939758871318120</id><published>2008-04-12T23:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:09:38.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had every intention of doing a daily recap of our trip, but got way too far behind.  I'll just have to leave you wondering what happened for the remainder of our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been incredibly busy here since we've been home.  Today we went to the Trade Fair here in the park.  I love to go every year.  Then it was shopping for a jogging stroller.  I never bought one...but Darren spend over $300 on a bat!!! Can you believe that!!! On the plus side, he said I could buy what ever stroller I wanted, so I am going to buy a Chariot or a Phil and Teds.  I'll keep you posted on that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3032939758871318120?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3032939758871318120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3032939758871318120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3032939758871318120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3032939758871318120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-every-intention-of-doing-daily.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8802071483066574371</id><published>2008-03-25T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:44:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AHHHH.....so relaxing! An other "do nothing" day. Paige played in her pool, she loves it! The only thing she freaks out over is bugs! She hates them. She always wants me to take them out of the water. Today is St. Patrick's day too, so I am wearing green of course.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181812758190120978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-l_P8iCYBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wUs64QHW_go/s400/Mexico+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for dinner at Tio Pablo's - for the St. Patrick's day special and were supposed to have corned beef and cabbage, but they ran out. :( I was soo dissapointed. So I settled on Santa Fe grilled chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8802071483066574371?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8802071483066574371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8802071483066574371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8802071483066574371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8802071483066574371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-17.html' title='March 17'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-l_P8iCYBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wUs64QHW_go/s72-c/Mexico+171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-968086003224501024</id><published>2008-03-25T15:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:33:50.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Paige wanted me to do her hair with the stuff that I use to do mine. It was adorable! I put my goop in and scrunched it and blowdried it. Then I used some hairspray. She loved it!! She was soo proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181811044498169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-l9sMiCYAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sl0x9v3AiIU/s400/Mexico+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to have a relaxing day - basically what we do a lot here. We just take our time waking up, eat breakfast. Hang out at my mom's place. Let PJ swim in her little pool, then eat lunch - then have naps. Then supper and our day is basically over. Can't tell you how fantastic it is to really do nothing all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-968086003224501024?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/968086003224501024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=968086003224501024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/968086003224501024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/968086003224501024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-16.html' title='March 16'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-l9sMiCYAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sl0x9v3AiIU/s72-c/Mexico+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4467426895832630121</id><published>2008-03-25T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:23:05.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Upload Issues</title><content type='html'>Blogger does not seem to be letting me upload more than one photo per day, so I'll type my daily recaps, then add photos as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4467426895832630121?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4467426895832630121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4467426895832630121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4467426895832630121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4467426895832630121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-upload-issues.html' title='Photo Upload Issues'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2520788888642115637</id><published>2008-03-25T14:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:08:32.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Pop-Pop!! (Brian - Blake's namesake, my children's only grandfather.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got to partake in an interessting adventure....Golf! I didn't get to play because I was watching our kids, but Mom, Brian, Aunt Janice and Darren got to play. The funny thing was is that is wasn't on a "real" golf course. It was in an arroyo. (A dry creek bed that temporarily fills with water after a heavy rain). Darren told "the boys" he went golfing. The holes are just old tires with flags. So they were really jealous over nothing really. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181817126171861026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-mDOMiCYCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XH6zd_rqGmI/s400/Mexico+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After golfing we went to a dinner. It was a tradional Mexicain meal - YUMMY!! They roasted beef, pork and moose in a huge roaster. Darren was in love. He now claims that we'll be building one in our back yard - I don't think so hunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2520788888642115637?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2520788888642115637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2520788888642115637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2520788888642115637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2520788888642115637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-15.html' title='March 15'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-mDOMiCYCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XH6zd_rqGmI/s72-c/Mexico+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8537644340288139987</id><published>2008-03-23T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:39:39.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I got woken up with the most AMAZING news. My brother and his wife delivered their baby one month early this morning. Abigail Susan was born at 9:45am. She was only 5lbs 13 oz, and 19 3/4 inches. I will post a picture if I get permission from the new parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we set off to the town of El Triunfo to see one of the old temples of El Triunfo the old silver mines. It was very cool. I have tons of photgraphs. You'll have to ask to see my photos next time you see me, or better yet - my scrapbook. Can't wait to finish some pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is me breastfeeding Blake while being a tourist in the old temple of El Triunfo.  I love my new gauze wrap! I've used it soooo often here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181796828156420066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-lwwsiCX-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/EtIpprFx3ek/s400/Mexico+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8537644340288139987?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8537644340288139987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8537644340288139987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8537644340288139987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8537644340288139987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-14.html' title='March 14'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-lwwsiCX-I/AAAAAAAAAGg/EtIpprFx3ek/s72-c/Mexico+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-9080762762203521150</id><published>2008-03-23T15:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:47:50.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Mom, Blake and I did the drive to San Jose Del Cabo. Paige stayed home with Daddy and Pop Pop. We stocked up on supplies, then we drove to the airport to pick up my Aunt Janice. That pretty much consumed our day as it's 1 1/2 hrs each way. At night I got to snuggle with my babies. I can't believe how fast Blake is growing up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181798872560852978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-lynsiCX_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p0QW_B6Iv4c/s400/Mexico+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-9080762762203521150?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/9080762762203521150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=9080762762203521150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9080762762203521150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9080762762203521150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-13.html' title='March 13'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-lynsiCX_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p0QW_B6Iv4c/s72-c/Mexico+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5687195255990001317</id><published>2008-03-23T14:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:08:44.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Got up today and went for some yummy breakfast at the Paradise Cafe. This cafe has been one of Darren and my favorites for breakfast and smoothies over the last few years. I have gotten used to eaten the "Green Sister's Omelette" . It has mushroom, zucchini, spinach and feta cheese. It comes with a side of hashbrowns, toast and fruit cup. I am sure going to miss this when I get home. We have eaten there about twice a week. Paige LOVES the smoothies. She always wants a flavour with strawberry. Today I "made" her drink a mango one, because that's MY favorite!!! She drank it anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181061495395606482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-bT-siCX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZqJjLwmmDkQ/s400/Mexico+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went for a swim at Martin Verdugo's Trailer Park/Motel's pool. It is one of the nicest pools for kids because it has a generous 1/2 foot depth end. Paige got slathered in sunscreen and played. The weather was so nice, but the water was freezing!! No pools are heated here, but their waters are sooo chilly. It's refreshing to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5687195255990001317?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5687195255990001317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5687195255990001317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5687195255990001317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5687195255990001317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-12.html' title='March 12'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R-bT-siCX9I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZqJjLwmmDkQ/s72-c/Mexico+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2753297852680441196</id><published>2008-03-16T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:08:02.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LuSBCIV1zuQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LuSBCIV1zuQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was sent to me today, and it totally cracks me up.  I can just see Darren and Blake duking it out!! ROFL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2753297852680441196?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2753297852680441196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2753297852680441196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2753297852680441196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2753297852680441196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/fight-for-kisses.html' title='Fight for Kisses'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5118705273419966478</id><published>2008-03-12T17:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:47:52.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it has been a long few days for me and my stomach ailments. I am feeling much better, and yesterday was my first day back on "whole foods".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are really enjoying our time here, and I am sad that we are almost half done our trip. Alhough, I am really missing some people at home. It sickens me that I can't just pick up the phone and call some of you. I can't wait to get home and resume our chats. I can't wait to see how Erin's baby belly is growing, and I can't wait to meet James and Heather's baby (soon it will be born, within a month or so).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige gets Nanny to read to her often. It's sooooooooooo nice having her help with the kids. I have so many happy memories with my grandmother, and I am excited that my children will have the same opportunities with my mother. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177021057593750098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R9h5OQyXslI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LIPoavIsGco/s400/Mexico+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Grandparents are amazing.  It's great that Paige is also sharing in our love of reading.  It's hard to say no to her when she wants to be read do because it's such a wonderful imagination builder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5118705273419966478?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5118705273419966478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5118705273419966478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5118705273419966478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5118705273419966478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-better.html' title='All better'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R9h5OQyXslI/AAAAAAAAAFw/LIPoavIsGco/s72-c/Mexico+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2432521520646965353</id><published>2008-03-08T15:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:04:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sick Momma</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I suffered horrible stomach cramping all night.  It then was pursued by series of diarreah episodes.  I spent the entire day in bed and just kept hydrated drinking water with a splash of cranberry juice.  I tried some Pepto, and that helped the stomach cramping some.  I am lucky my mom was here to help out with watching the kids.  Darren just brought Blake to me for feedings when he needed to eat.  I had to keep hydrated to keep up with breastfeeding for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 24 hrs of not eating and my system flushing - this morning I felt much better.  Still not up to 100% but I am feeling better.  Today I ate some yogurt and almonds, and some chicken soup.  That is all I am willing to try as I am still quite crampy and don't want to loose ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what Darren did yesterday, and my sweet Paige spent the night at my mom's place.  I am so lucky.  I got up this morning and came over to my mom's place and Paige yelled "MOMMY!!! I'm sooo happy to see you, I've missed you."  Right then and there my heart melted and I forgot all about how crummy I was feeling.  Today she's wanted to spend as much time with me as possible.  So I have been trying to make her feel special.  Daddy blew up her pool today and she went for an icy swim too.  I don't have pictures of the pool as I was feeding the little man and she wasn't in the icy water for too long.  I imagine as the water warms she'll want to spend way more time in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2432521520646965353?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2432521520646965353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2432521520646965353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2432521520646965353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2432521520646965353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-sick-momma.html' title='One Sick Momma'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7360012377383065245</id><published>2008-03-06T20:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:16:14.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean Swim</title><content type='html'>The weather was beautiful this morning, so we decided to take our first swim in the ocean. By the time we got all dressed, and slathered with sunscreen, the wind had picked up considerably! It was blowing really hard so we were not able to swim after all. The best we could do was to walk in the waves close to shore. At least we got a little salt water on ourselves. We'll try again later.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R9CxiSB1uCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu7ef33kKWo/s1600-h/Mexico+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174831174361921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R9CxiSB1uCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu7ef33kKWo/s400/Mexico+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the day was filled with relaxing, napping and a little walk. It's amazing how the time can go by, and at the end of the day we've actually done nothing at all. I guess that is what vacations are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note (stop reading if you don't want to read gross things.....) - my stomach has been uncomfortable for three days now. I have had some not so pleasant diarrhea spells daily. I am just chalking it up to new food environment. I have already tried cutting out dairy for 24 hrs and that didn't help. I might do a 24 hr liquid diet to flush my system. Hope that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7360012377383065245?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7360012377383065245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7360012377383065245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7360012377383065245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7360012377383065245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/ocean-swim.html' title='Ocean Swim'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R9CxiSB1uCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zu7ef33kKWo/s72-c/Mexico+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5397052593258992686</id><published>2008-03-05T20:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:03:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctors Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Darren had to visit the doctor today. His left eye was bothing him a lot since the flight here, and he thought he has something in it. I have been rinsing it with my contact saline, but he has not felt much relief. We dicided it better get looked at because we wanted him to enjoy his trip, and we were also worried about permanant damage.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174471814448265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89qsyB1uAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zPU5Ei5K7os/s400/Mexico+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It turns out that he only had a blocked duct, and it got infected. He is on some medicated eye drops every two hours for a few days. His visit, and the medications cost a total of $55.00 USD. Pretty cheap! We were expecting it to cost a lot more. At least we have insurance to reclaim it when we get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174473472305641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89sNSB1uBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gxb39StqVGs/s400/Mexico+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is his fancy eye patch that scared Paige too much. He came out of the doctor's office and said "ARGGGHHH...look at my pirate patch!!" Paige ran to me and hid and said "I don't want that pirate here." She was soooo scared. Darren eventually took off the patch later today, and will only use it if it's windy.&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/15350135-5397052593258992686?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5397052593258992686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5397052593258992686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5397052593258992686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5397052593258992686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/doctors-trip.html' title='The Doctors Trip'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89qsyB1uAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zPU5Ei5K7os/s72-c/Mexico+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3817168449891564928</id><published>2008-03-05T20:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:48:18.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mexicain Senorita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here she is her first morning in Mexico. She put her hat and sunglasses on so she could go outside, except she still had her jammies on!!! This is in our home for the vacation, our trailer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89n7iB1t-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/k062O6evFdw/s1600-h/Mexico+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174468769316452322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89n7iB1t-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/k062O6evFdw/s400/Mexico+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paige is really enjoying herself here. She is totally loving the freedom and new experiences. She loves to dig in the sand, and transport buckets of sand from one side of Nanny's yard to the other side of the yard. She loves meeting new people, especially the kids here who don't speak english. She says "Hola, soy Paige" and they say their names and continue to speak Spanish at a very fast past, totally loosing us!! She's so social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174469967612327922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89pBSB1t_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/1dLDHds8gcw/s400/Mexico+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Because she plays so hard all day long, and we slather her in large amounts of sunscreen daily, she has to bathe everynight.  Our trailer shower is small, but luckily there is a small "tub" in it.  Paige loves having a bath everynight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3817168449891564928?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3817168449891564928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3817168449891564928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3817168449891564928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3817168449891564928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mexicain-senorita.html' title='My Mexicain Senorita'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89n7iB1t-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/k062O6evFdw/s72-c/Mexico+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1048178704237065083</id><published>2008-03-05T20:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:38:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flights to Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Darren and Blake did A LOT of sleeping, but I am not complaining.  Like I said earlier, Blake was not fussy one bit.  Can you believe that Blake was asleep in Darren's right arm???  His little nose and mouth were facing out just enough to get fresh air.  Paige had just curled up under Darren's arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89mOyB1t9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Oa55pkels0k/s1600-h/Mexico+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174466901005678546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89mOyB1t9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Oa55pkels0k/s400/Mexico+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here is a "self-portrait".  I hate that because I am the picture taker that I am rarely in photos.  This is the only picture of me so far....LOL  I am holding my sweet boy, and Daren is sitting across the isle.  This was first thing in the morning, just before take off from Edmonton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89lOiB1t8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tsFR14FYstQ/s1600-h/Mexico+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174465797199083458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89lOiB1t8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tsFR14FYstQ/s400/Mexico+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-1048178704237065083?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1048178704237065083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1048178704237065083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1048178704237065083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1048178704237065083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/flights-to-mexico.html' title='The Flights to Mexico'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R89mOyB1t9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Oa55pkels0k/s72-c/Mexico+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7186451598827065047</id><published>2008-03-03T13:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:09:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Mexico!</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning we got off to a rough start.  Darren "inadvertantly" shut off the alarm when it went off at 3am - so we didn't get up when we were supposed to .  I woke up at 3:40 am and yelled "SHITTTTT - WE HAVE TO LEAVE HERE IN 20 MINUTES!!!!"  Darren jumped up and began running around like mad to get things ready.  I jumped in the shower.  I just couldn't bear the thought of travelling all day without showering first.  I showered, then fed Blake.  Then we got Paige up (I dressed her in her clean clothes the night before so we'd only have to put her in the car seat).  And then off to the airport - but we had to go back for the forgotten stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the airport only 30 minutes behind schedule, and it was just enough time to check in, go through customs, get to the gate, change diapers - one blowout ;-( , wash sleeper in the sink, then board the plane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flights to Seattle and then to Cabo were flawless.  Our kids were complete angels.  Paige was a sweet charming girl who had to meet EVERYONE, and layer on the smooth adorable charm, and Blake just slept and ate.  We were sooo thankful.  You'd have never even known there were two kids in our rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to Cabo and loaded up the parents truck.  We drove safely and discovered their house only just finished.  They have moved in to their garage, so we can have the RV.  What loving parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mom is working on finishing the floors, so they can move in to the house in the next day or two after the sealant dries on the floors.  Brian has gone windsurfing as the wind is very strong today.  The kids are currently napping, and Darren is too.  I am going to go for a siesta myself.  Adios Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7186451598827065047?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7186451598827065047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7186451598827065047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7186451598827065047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7186451598827065047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-from-mexico.html' title='Hello from Mexico!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4736470760551077246</id><published>2008-02-27T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:42:29.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very busy day. I watched my friend's little man J.B. He's almost 1yr old. I've watched him before, and I can tell you that three kids under 3yrs old is NOT FUN. It's a great thing that Blake sleeps lots still because I might pull my hair out. I was changing diapers all morning. After playing with the kids on the floor, breastfeeding every couple of hours, doing 3 loads of laundry, making a tuna cassarole for lunch....I was exhausted by 11am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I did a major overhaul of my closet - and got all my clothes organized. Took some work to get my maternity clothes all put away, pulled out my summer clothes for Mexico, and put away my winter clothes that are still too tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back in shape. I am more motivated than ever to make my outside match my inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4736470760551077246?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4736470760551077246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4736470760551077246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4736470760551077246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4736470760551077246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-had-very-busy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2184478511223498772</id><published>2008-02-13T23:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:16:17.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to share a milestone...Blake smiles now! He has been smiling on and off since &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PcYC2R__I/AAAAAAAAAEg/epvf8UvLqsk/s1600-h/February+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166715503163604978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PcYC2R__I/AAAAAAAAAEg/epvf8UvLqsk/s400/February+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 1st, and at first we thougth it was gas - but we are certain now as he smiles in reaction to us smiling at him, or his sister being a goofball! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PchS2SAAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u22zlMfIrbA/s1600-h/February+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166715662077394946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PchS2SAAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u22zlMfIrbA/s400/February+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photos were taken February 1st.&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/15350135-2184478511223498772?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2184478511223498772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2184478511223498772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2184478511223498772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2184478511223498772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiles.html' title='Smiles!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PcYC2R__I/AAAAAAAAAEg/epvf8UvLqsk/s72-c/February+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6338347050717478327</id><published>2008-02-13T22:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:35:44.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Blake is growing up too fast! He still is a big eater, and is keeping me up every 2-3 hrs at night to feed. I had a shower at work on February 1st - he was 4 weeks old and his weight was 11lbs 3oz. I took him to his 6 week check up on Monday and he was right on 12 lbs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really rough day today.  I broke down in tears and called Darren to come home as soon as possible.  One thing was just adding on to the next, and I reached a breaking point.  I know every mother has been there.  Anyway, although I am still feeling sick, I am giving every last bit of energy that I have in to keeping my two beautiful children happy, healthy, well fed, clean clothed and truly loved. Here they are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166703021988642786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PRBi2R_-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GNplKsk1gBs/s400/February+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sooo fortunate to have Darren in my life, and in my children's lives.  He is so understanding, and really does care for me.  It just is so clear to me.  He got home today and I was tired, cranky, overwhelmed, emotional and completely bagged.  He "took over" making supper and then decided to take Paige after supper to Millenium to give me the chance to have a nap.   Blake by some stroke of luck slept for an other two hours so I ate my meal while it was hot (a rare occasion lately) and cought a one hour nap.  Blake woke up at 8pm, and I fed him.  Darren got home from MP (with a Second Cup treat for ME!), put PJ to bed and took Blake.  I went for a LONG, HOT shower...and just took my time reviving myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6338347050717478327?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6338347050717478327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6338347050717478327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6338347050717478327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6338347050717478327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-big-boy.html' title='My Big Boy'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R7PRBi2R_-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GNplKsk1gBs/s72-c/February+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1098070523469028826</id><published>2008-02-11T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:57:35.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been sick practically sincy my son was born. I understand that my immune system is low after having major abdominal surgery, and not getting very much sleep - however I am at the end of my rope with sickness.I got sick Jan 18th with a sore throat, achy body and fever and chills. I went to the Dr. on the 22nd and she did a swab - came back positive for Strep Throat. I did the 10 days of antibiotics, and finished that maybe 7 days ago. After I started to get well, my kids got sinus colds - and I had to deal with them getting better. By friday last week - Feb 8th, my throat started hurting again. Over the weekend I felt like I was getting worse again. Tired, achy, chills, sore throat, stuffed upper sinuses. I went to the Dr. today and she says my throat looks horrible. Thinks I have Strep again. She did an other swab. She says if it's positive again, my whole family will have to get tested to see if someone is re-infecting me, and they will do antibiotics too. Hubby has also had sore throat off and on, but not to the extent I have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-1098070523469028826?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1098070523469028826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1098070523469028826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1098070523469028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1098070523469028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-been-sick-practically-sincy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6767865939753952154</id><published>2008-02-06T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:42:31.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We've all been sick in our house...for so long.  It's really starting to wear on me.  Blake got sick a few days ago - and last night was one of our worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is cluster feeding, so eating every hour!  I am soo exhausted.  He actually slept 12:30am until 3am (lucky me!) THEN he was up fussing and eating until 5:30am - then slept until 7:30am.  I got a cumulative total of 4.5 hrs of sleep. Blech. Guess who's 2yr old is getting a jammies and Dora DVD day??? It will be over before I know it, so in some weird twisted way - I am enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6767865939753952154?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6767865939753952154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6767865939753952154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6767865939753952154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6767865939753952154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/weve-all-been-sick-in-our-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-9155899931275567273</id><published>2008-02-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:25:22.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You Keltie for leaving your 7 Layer Mexicain Dip here - I am currently eating that for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-9155899931275567273?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/9155899931275567273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=9155899931275567273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9155899931275567273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9155899931275567273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-keltie-for-leaving-your-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7918971146203382620</id><published>2008-01-30T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:00:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FHf1iByBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vIAQuwguNds/s1600-h/Pregnancy+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161485260214618130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FHf1iByBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vIAQuwguNds/s400/Pregnancy+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FHSViByAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bbyoI9rmYmg/s1600-h/Pregnancy+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161485028286384130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FHSViByAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bbyoI9rmYmg/s400/Pregnancy+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FG61iBx_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7no6lspKrPg/s1600-h/Pregnancy+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484624559458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FG61iBx_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/7no6lspKrPg/s400/Pregnancy+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FGlliBx-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Dx5TGlXrQ_Q/s1600-h/Pregnancy+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484259487238114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FGlliBx-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Dx5TGlXrQ_Q/s400/Pregnancy+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FGVViBx9I/AAAAAAAAADw/bl6xin9Tnvg/s1600-h/Pregnancy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161483980314363858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FGVViBx9I/AAAAAAAAADw/bl6xin9Tnvg/s400/Pregnancy+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/15350135-7918971146203382620?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7918971146203382620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7918971146203382620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7918971146203382620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7918971146203382620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/maternity-session.html' title='Maternity Session'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R6FHf1iByBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vIAQuwguNds/s72-c/Pregnancy+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-826954321845538036</id><published>2008-01-30T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:50:27.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been over a week since I've posted last - but with good reason.  It's been a week of hell!  And I don't use that word lightly.  My cat was very ill, and infact died during it's surgery for his bladder crystals.  They revived him and he had to stay for 4 nights.  He is home now and he is a handful to care for.  He gets medications 4 times a day - three different kinds.  He requires two types of food, one kind 4 times a day and one to be kept full for him to graze upon.  When all is said and done we should be left with a healthy cat (requiring special food daily) and "only" a $1300 Vet bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should mention that I have been sick myself.  I am working on getting rid of my strep throat, but have now gotten a sinus infection/cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige has not been well either - today she barfed all over a table at Millenium Place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water cooler busted, and I awoke one morning to about 10 litres of water all over my kitchen floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this newborn attatched to my breasts!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-826954321845538036?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/826954321845538036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=826954321845538036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/826954321845538036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/826954321845538036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-been-over-week-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4539562849413303829</id><published>2008-01-22T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T04:36:54.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still sick here.   Blech.  I just want to feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is sick too - he's meowing at me and doesn't want to leave my side.  I've been watching him all night and have been on the phone with the Animal ER clinic.  I will have to bring him in to our vets first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just swallow without it hurting so bad, the rest I could deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;on a plus note, I got my Maternity Photo Session photos back yesterday and also took Blake, Paige and Darren for a newborn shoot.  I can't wait to see the photos (considering I felt like I had been hit by a train!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some photos later today - since I'm stuck indoors having to cancel yet another day out with friends!!!  ARGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4539562849413303829?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4539562849413303829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4539562849413303829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4539562849413303829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4539562849413303829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-sick-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4407690402105042591</id><published>2008-01-20T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:15:39.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>My mom left on Friday morning, she was such a good help to have around.  I am really going to miss her.  Since she left, I've been feeling crummy.  My throat started to be sore Friday, and the headaches started that night.  I have been taking drugs, but it's not helping.  I don't know if it's the fact that I am sooo tired and sleep deprived, could be my body is very weak at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night it just got worse.  I can barely speak, and my throat is all swollen - on the outside of my neck too!  I have a horrible headache, and my body is achy and sore.  All my joints are stiff, and I just wish I could stay in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunetly I have an almost 3 yr old demanding my attention and a two week old permanantly attatched to my breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for a vacation - no, I want my Mommy back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4407690402105042591?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4407690402105042591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4407690402105042591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4407690402105042591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4407690402105042591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8716020104995529600</id><published>2008-01-16T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:22:59.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name Required!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So dear readers of my blog - help me pick a new name!  Dallas' Paige no longer "covers" my life anymore.  What would be a good new name? I am taking suggestions.  I have no ideas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8716020104995529600?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8716020104995529600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8716020104995529600' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8716020104995529600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8716020104995529600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-name-required.html' title='New Name Required!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3842751063502050210</id><published>2008-01-14T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:06:49.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blake Rian Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R4vAuIj5LbI/AAAAAAAAADk/5RJA3642GBs/s1600-h/January+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155426097260211634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R4vAuIj5LbI/AAAAAAAAADk/5RJA3642GBs/s400/January+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3842751063502050210?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3842751063502050210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3842751063502050210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3842751063502050210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3842751063502050210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/blake-rian-will.html' title='Blake Rian Will'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R4vAuIj5LbI/AAAAAAAAADk/5RJA3642GBs/s72-c/January+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-547689982127150887</id><published>2008-01-14T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:57:00.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wet Spot</title><content type='html'>Before I had children "The Wet Spot" meant something all together different to me in bed.  You all know what I am talking about - that spot you fight over who sleeps in it, the spot you have to cover with a towel after "love making".  Well, I've said to much.  In any case - you've all encoutered the dilema of a wet spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a new version of "The Wet Spot".  When you are the proud new owner of a newborn, you find multiple occasions where you are finding ways to avoid a wet spot at night.  We received two vomit spots, and three pee spots. Where does one sleep on the sheets after that number of "Wet Spot" occurances???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't.  You just get up and change the sheets at 3am.  And pray that you don't get a new wet spot on your clean sheets before morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-547689982127150887?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/547689982127150887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=547689982127150887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/547689982127150887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/547689982127150887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/wet-spot.html' title='The Wet Spot'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-9179037316111832073</id><published>2008-01-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:41:36.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got home from the hospital on Monday, and things have been going pretty good so far.  Aside from some breastfeeding problems, and a major lack of sleep, I am SOOOOO loving having a newborn around the house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smells, the sounds, the coos, and cuddles.....ahhhhh - true love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night he didn't let me sleep until after 4am.  I only slept 4am-5:30am, 7am-8:30am then 9am-10:30am.  Paige is napping now, but Blake is awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-9179037316111832073?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/9179037316111832073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=9179037316111832073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9179037316111832073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/9179037316111832073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-got-home-from-hospital-on-monday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-80739464115088992</id><published>2007-12-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:51:24.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ended up heading out to the bank, paid the mortgage for Darren, then went to Michaels. I wanted to buy a case for my new Cricut machine, but it was $129!!!! I almost crapped my drawers.  The worst thing is they won't let you use the 50% off coupon for it.  Ebay - here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Paige some ribbon for her new door name tag I made.  She was very excited and picked orange.  She informed me that it's her favorite! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then ventured to Quiznos for some lunch.  After we ate, Paige informed me that she had a poopy bum.  I checked her pants and she was SOAKED with pee, no poo though!!  I hate the Huggies diapers I bought her - they leak ALLLLL THE TIME! I don't know what I was thinking.  I couldn't put her soaking wet back in her car seat - I didn't even have any diapers with us (dumb me).  So we walked next door to Winners and I bought her some panties and a new outfit.  I took her to the bathroom, and OH MY GAWD....you would have thought I was murdering her in there.  She was SOOOO pissed off that I didn't have a diaper to put in her.  She was screaming and crying, refusing to wear clothes without a diaper.  I finally just forced her to get dressed - then immerged from the bathroom carrying her.  There were PLENTY of disapproving stares.  (I really hate when people judge me without knowing my situation!!)   Anyway, I carried her out in to the cold - and then walked her to the car.  She finally settled, and I told her we were going home.  I asked her to remember she was wearing panties, and try not to "make pee-pee" in her new clothes.  She said she would try hard, but was obviously upset.  She actually made it home, I put her in a diaper, then put her down for a much needed nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I venture to the OB, try to explain to PJ why the doctor is touching my "gina", then get some tubs from IKEA.  Wish me luck.  No, I will NOT forget spare diapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-80739464115088992?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/80739464115088992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=80739464115088992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/80739464115088992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/80739464115088992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-ended-up-heading-out-to-bank-paid.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8951513521489795115</id><published>2007-12-27T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T09:59:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the home stretch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's nice to finally sit, and put my feet up.  (Even if it's only for a small amount of time until I have to get something for Paige).  I am off work now officially, Christmas and Boxing Day are over, and we are done entertaining.  I am semi-ready for baby to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Darren is at work today, and I wanted to go to IKEA today to pick up a bunch of tubs to organize our pantry.  We'll see if I can accomplish this mission. I may just not do it today, for the simple fact that we'll have a baby here within the next week, and I still have things to do to get ready.  I really want to just finish the baby's room today.  Maybe that is what I'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;OR...I might just take a day off, and relax as much as possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gee, so I sound indecisive or what!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8951513521489795115?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8951513521489795115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8951513521489795115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8951513521489795115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8951513521489795115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-home-stretch.html' title='In the home stretch!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6093729248321782145</id><published>2007-12-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:11:46.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty, Nasty Stomach Bug!</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I started to get sick about 3am - and ohhhh....it was disgusting.  I was up all night praying to the porcelain gods - from both ends (if you know what I mean!).  Finally by 9am it settled, only because there was nothing left inside I'm sure!!  I spend the entire day laying down groaning due to the bad stomach cramping.  I sipped ginger ale all day, and made multiple trips to the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Darren is at work, and of course he did not manage to clean up one bit yesterday.  We are supposed to be hosting a Boxing Day brunch here, and our home is a diaster!  I am still feeling pretty crummy, but at least I can sit up in short spurts today.  I'll try eating some dry toast later this morning, if I feel brave.  Paige will be "spoiled" today and I'll let her stay in her jammies all day and watch TV.  If the weather is nice enough, I'll put her snowsuit on and let her go play outside on our deck for 15 minutes when the sun comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to clean up this house?!?!?  I think we are going to cancel brunch.  I don't feel well, and I certainly don't want anyone to get sick.  Hopefully I'll feel better for Christmas Day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6093729248321782145?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6093729248321782145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6093729248321782145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6093729248321782145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6093729248321782145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/nasty-nasty-stomach-bug.html' title='Nasty, Nasty Stomach Bug!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-689140625520925635</id><published>2007-12-22T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T09:07:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contrary to what I thought, my neighbor's house is NOT on fire!  I went running in to our bedroom five minutes ago and woke Darren up in a panic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Darren, WAKE UP, I think the neighbor's house is on fire!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren jumps out of bed in 0.002 seconds and meets me at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren: WHERE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOOK, up on the roof.  There are flames coming out of those exhaust thingys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren:  OH MY GOD DALLAS, that is just the normal venting of their heating system.  The SUN is shining behind the smoke making it look like fire!!! You scared the SHIT out of me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh.....Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-689140625520925635?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/689140625520925635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=689140625520925635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/689140625520925635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/689140625520925635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/contrary-to-what-i-thought-my-neighbors.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3130006455978286424</id><published>2007-12-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:27:53.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;My baby is giving me a little trouble. I went today to the hospital because Dr. was worried baby was still breech, and measuring large for dates. I had an ultrasound and baby is 7lb 10oz (36 weeks and 1 day) and no longer breech! Yeah!! So I have to go ahead to deliver vaginally instead of just going for a c-section. The only problem is that due to baby's size, Dr. is worried that I may get too big to deliver vaginally. He estimates baby will grow at least half a pound a week. So that puts baby at around 9lb 10 oz on due dates. We decided to just go week by week and see how things go. I have a tentative section date of January 4th, so if I don't go sooner naturally, I may just end up with a section after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - just finished painting baby's room. Now I have to wait for my UPS shipment to arrive so I can put up the border I ordered, as well as put the new bedding and all the matching stuff together. We also have to put baby's dresser together, and bring up some newborn clothes from the basement, as well as the carseat. Yikes! So much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work 12 hr shifts Saturday and Sunday this weekend, so needless to say, I'm exhausted!!! Next Thursday is my last day of work, and I am sooo looking forward to just taking care of my body, and getting ready for baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - I forgot to mention, I was rear-ended on Dec 6th, so I've been going every 2-3 days to the Chiropractor, and getting massages to help loosen the damaged areas. I also have been trying to arrange for repairs on my SUV, replace Paige's carseat...and all that crap!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3130006455978286424?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3130006455978286424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3130006455978286424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3130006455978286424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3130006455978286424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-baby-is-giving-me-little-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3053287117640440507</id><published>2007-12-03T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:33:29.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have the next two days off. I am sitting here debating on what to do. I feel very unmotivated. But I do have soo much to do. I am getting really nervous by not having anything ready for baby. I am 35 weeks - so baby could come anytime. I guess I am in denial that I will have this baby anytime soon because of Paige being so late. I may get a burst of energy at some point today and begin painting the baby's room. I really don't think that will take me long. I would like to get it painted so we can start pulling stuff up from the basement. Anyone want to come over and help me paint today or tomorrow??? I have ordered lots of stuff online that I am waiting for. Can't wait to see it all together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the bedroom set I ordered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784992966352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1QvOCeknMI/AAAAAAAAADc/GIaDr7JcDFY/s400/3544096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be getting the hamper, window valance, bedskirt, bumper pad, crib sheet, quilt, diaper stacker, night light, plate switch cover, and 30 feet of wall border.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3053287117640440507?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3053287117640440507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3053287117640440507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3053287117640440507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3053287117640440507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-next-two-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1QvOCeknMI/AAAAAAAAADc/GIaDr7JcDFY/s72-c/3544096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-2816540430969735858</id><published>2007-12-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:32:03.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting her just dreaming of what I would like for Christmas. I decided to make a list:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139225590655917186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1IycieknII/AAAAAAAAAC8/FC9c_ooYIVo/s200/Pink-Alloy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laprimashops.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=311"&gt;http://www.laprimashops.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=311&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139227132549176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1Iz2SeknJI/AAAAAAAAADE/H0sadVOz-es/s200/706-16239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww3.komen.org/promiseshop/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=706-16239"&gt;http://ww3.komen.org/promiseshop/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=706-16239&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139227527686167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1I0NSeknKI/AAAAAAAAADM/9dXjiWB57t4/s200/Bodum_1421_10_a_30%2525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teacentre.ca/bodum.htm"&gt;http://www.teacentre.ca/bodum.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139228008722504882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1I0pSeknLI/AAAAAAAAADU/qAop3AmHBsw/s200/A1-29-0001-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cricut.com/shopping/ProductDetails.aspx?id=1&amp;amp;s=5&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;t=ip"&gt;http://www.cricut.com/shopping/ProductDetails.aspx?id=1&amp;amp;s=5&amp;amp;sc=1&amp;amp;t=ip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you want for Christmas? And I'm talking materialistic things here people, no wishes for health, love, peace...yadda yadda. Tell me what goods you are hoping to get under the tree!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-2816540430969735858?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/2816540430969735858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=2816540430969735858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2816540430969735858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/2816540430969735858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-christmas-wish-list.html' title='My Christmas Wish List'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/R1IycieknII/AAAAAAAAAC8/FC9c_ooYIVo/s72-c/Pink-Alloy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-715079234666703071</id><published>2007-11-30T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:19:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Full!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yesterday I had a day chalked FULL of activity.  I will break it down for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9:45am - Show up for OB appt.  Find out Dr. got called away for a delivery to the hospital.  Wait in waiting room until 11:15am for Dr. to come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11:20am Dr. comes in exam room to see and me informs me he's been called for an other delivery so only has time to do a quick exam.  So yeah...a very rushed internal exam, the doctor barely answers my questions and ushers me out as quickly as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11:30am - Arrive to Olive Garden 30 mins late to meet my dear friend Lynelle for lunch.  She is soooo patient.  She waited for me, without question!  Now there is a good friend.  Stuffed myself full, to the point of feeling nauseated.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1:00pm - Quick shopping trip to Motherhood Maternity, can't resist "checking" what's on sale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1:45pm - Enjoy a 60 minute massage at Sweet Momma Spa....ahhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3:30pm - Drive around Devon, completely lost, cursing at Mapquest for saying a road was complete that was actually not.  Continue randomly looking for a recognizable street to go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4pm - Invade Belle Mae, a home business.  Buy way too many pairs of Jack and Lily Shoes, some gorgeous Olive Empress products, and some very nice products for my baby belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5pm - Drive around Millwood looking for beauty shop to do eyebrow threading.  Going on directions, have no shop name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5:15pm - Enter Indian beauty salon very weary of what is about to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5:30pm - Leave salon with absolute gorgeous eyebrows, completly smooth chin and upper lip.  This lady did an AMAIZING job.  I will for sure be returning.  I can't believe how fast and efficient threading is.  I am hooked. Google "eyebrow threading" if you'd like more info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6pm - Meet Darren and Paige at McD's on Wye Rd for supper.  Let PJ play for 30 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7pm - Arrive at Festival Place.  Go to Ticketmaster and pick up pre-purchased tickets for the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7:30pm - Score sweet seats and watch Bev Facey's production of "Annie".  Watch my daughter in amazement and experience a musical through the eyes of my 2 yr old.  Magical, truly enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10pm - Convince my daughter the play is "really over".  Drive home and pass out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-715079234666703071?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/715079234666703071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=715079234666703071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/715079234666703071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/715079234666703071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-full.html' title='Day Full!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4316411498441860171</id><published>2007-11-24T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:08:31.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had a very restless sleep last night.  The baby was very active and pushing really hard on my sides.  I am not sure if the little monkey is trying to flip to head down, but I was very uncomfortable.  I am feeling very tired this morning, as I feel like I haven't slept at all.  Paige also decided to wake up at 7am, and Darren decided to go in to work for a few hours to help out today.  I wish I could have a bed of clouds, that would mould to my body shape and leave me with no pressure points.  Ahhh, to sleep, perchance to dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4316411498441860171?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4316411498441860171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4316411498441860171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4316411498441860171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4316411498441860171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-very-restless-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8156899621109931202</id><published>2007-11-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:29:42.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Sold!</title><content type='html'>I decided to get my butt in gear and list my Corolla for sale this weekend.  I started Saturday morning, and listed it on two different free internet sites.  The calls came pouring in!  I was shocked!  We got soo many calls.  And the good news is that we sold it today (on day two for sale) for only $200 less than we were asking.  I am very happy that we got a price we felt was fair, and the new owner is a sweet college student who will enjoy my car as much as I did.  Is it crazy to feel sentimental over a car you drove for over 10 years?  It was almost bittersweet to think that my little "Goldie" would be once again making the rounds of the NAIT parkade again for a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile to think that I know my car has gone to it's new "rightful" owner! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8156899621109931202?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8156899621109931202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8156899621109931202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8156899621109931202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8156899621109931202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/car-sold.html' title='Car Sold!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3376323142828844418</id><published>2007-11-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:36:03.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby B Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I had my first visit with my OB today.  He asked if I wanted to try for a VBAC, or just schedule a c-section.  I asked him if he thought that I could realistically have a VBAC at this point and he said that it was not out of the question.  He said we could give the baby some time, and decide later.  He did say that he is going by my original dates for gestation (so that's January 10th, 2008.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He will leave the baby to grow an other two weeks, then we can re-evaluate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; - if the baby appears to be breech, we'll schedule an other ultrasound just to confirm and then most likely schedule a c-section for 1-2 weeks before my due date.  (End of Dec, or early Jan.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; - if the baby is head down, I can let my body go in labour when it wants, then attempt a vaginal birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So that's where we are now....just a "wait and see" game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3376323142828844418?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3376323142828844418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3376323142828844418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3376323142828844418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3376323142828844418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-b-update.html' title='Baby B Update'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7988645891919892118</id><published>2007-11-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:08:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a fantastic day making my Christmas cards with Jenn.  The only problem is that I was increasingly feeling worse with a chest/sinus cold throughout the day.  I started feeling sick last Wednesday with a hoarse voice.  And it has just been lingering all weekend.  My energy level has been extremely low, but I have attributed that to pregnancy.  Well last night I got worse, I was asleep before 9pm.  Overnight I barely slept.  I was up all night coughing my brains out!  I went in to work this morning (after an internal debate on calling in sick) and was almost sent home immediatley.  I helped them get organized, then I came home.  I feel horrible.  I have no appetite, but I am thirstier than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in bed now, my poor girl is being babysat by Dora as we speak.  All I can think of is when I can put her to bed so I can go to bed!  I have already called in sick for tomorrow.  Hopefully I can sleep better tonight.  I think I'll take Paige to the dayhome in the morning, just so I can rest and try to heal a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are wondering why I am not answering your calls, it's because I can barely speak.  I really don't have the energy to try either.  Hope you are not offended, but we'll have to communicate online for now. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have an OB appt. at 3pm to hopefully shed some light on "the plan" as far as baby "B" is concerned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7988645891919892118?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7988645891919892118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7988645891919892118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7988645891919892118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7988645891919892118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-i-had-fantastic-day-making-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5831098999703688436</id><published>2007-11-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:43:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little speaker dancer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night we went to a wedding reception for Darren's sister A. She got married in Cuba the end of October. Her reception was held at a bar, but they got a licence to have a private function, so kids were allowed until 11pm. My daughter was in heaven! She loved dancing, and wouldn't leave the dance floor. Here she is speaker dancing, in front of a Jagermeister sign...that's my girl!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132164555147022290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RzkceLZjj9I/AAAAAAAAACk/tgXww9E1jrw/s400/IMG_6021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had an amazing time...it was way more fun that I was anticipating.  I love nights like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5831098999703688436?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5831098999703688436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5831098999703688436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5831098999703688436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5831098999703688436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-little-speaker-dancer.html' title='My little speaker dancer!'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RzkceLZjj9I/AAAAAAAAACk/tgXww9E1jrw/s72-c/IMG_6021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3130227460830041505</id><published>2007-11-09T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T08:56:36.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My family Dr. called me yesterday, and said that I am to call the OB every day to try to get in a last minute visit. I am not scheduled to see him until Nov.29th. She got my ulstrasound results and is "very concerned" and thinks the OB will most likely want to schedule me for a c-section by the "new dates" for 38 weeks - that is the second week of December!!!  WTF?!?! I am not ready to have this baby in only one month from now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Time to get stuff together - ASAP.  Need to bring up baby clothes and the car seat from the basement.  Have to wash them and get them ready - just in case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3130227460830041505?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3130227460830041505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3130227460830041505' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3130227460830041505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3130227460830041505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-family-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6250672228584968851</id><published>2007-11-05T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:01:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At my last Dr. appt last week, my Dr. was worried because I was measuring almost 3 weeks larger than I was supposed to be. She wanted me to go for an ultrasound. I went today and we learnt some very interesting facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Baby is breech !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. By my dates I am due January 10, 2008. This puts me at 30 weeks, and 4 days today. Ultrasound today showed baby at 32 weeks and 5 days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Baby has an "estimated" weight of 4lbs and 7 oz. Holy cats!!! That's one big baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is what our little monkey looks like as of today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129587673898240450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Ry_0z8rtScI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mc2E-ssB_mQ/s400/November+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129587377545497010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Ry_0isrtSbI/AAAAAAAAACU/fHirwcRi8As/s400/November+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6250672228584968851?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6250672228584968851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6250672228584968851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6250672228584968851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6250672228584968851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/at-my-last-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Ry_0z8rtScI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mc2E-ssB_mQ/s72-c/November+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5654087581448303431</id><published>2007-11-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:52:36.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Last night, well in the middle of the night...all of a sudden I felt an earthquake in our room.  My bed flopped/crashed to the floor in the center of the head of my bed.  Sounds crazy right?  Wrong! I woke up hubby and he told me I was "crazy" and to "go back to sleep".  I was very disoriented - so I chalked it up to a "crazy preggo dream".  I had a hard time falling back asleep and was very uncomfortable - I felt like I kept rolling towards hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My alarm went off at 6:2o am.  I got up, turned on my light and saw our bed.  Sure enough the top beam had busted and the head of our bed was on the floor, down 1/2 a foot!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Crazy my ass!! Guess who spend the good part of tonight fixing our bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5654087581448303431?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5654087581448303431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5654087581448303431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5654087581448303431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5654087581448303431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-night-well-in-middle-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-6736189305398770678</id><published>2007-10-27T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:16:57.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did anyone happen to catch what my new licence plate is???? LEZ-696.  Yup LEZ and 69!  ROFL I was laughing at the motor vehicals lady when she gave it to me.  I jokinly said "Was this the plate no one else would take?!?!?!" and she didn't get it AT ALL.  She just stared at me in confusion.  Darren thinks it's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-6736189305398770678?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/6736189305398770678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=6736189305398770678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6736189305398770678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/6736189305398770678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-anyone-happen-to-catch-what-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-5375757424794060227</id><published>2007-10-23T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:03:03.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have been increasingly busy as time is going by.  My grandmother used to tell me "Time flies so much faster as you get older!"  Now I believe her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Could be that I am working too much, have a toddler, am pregnant and totally overschedule myself....where does the time go?!  I find myself asking this question so much more frequently lateley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-5375757424794060227?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/5375757424794060227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=5375757424794060227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5375757424794060227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/5375757424794060227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-been-increasingly-busy-as-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7153148037992183723</id><published>2007-10-11T22:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:33:48.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika - Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tcRiXOONqf0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone passed this on today.  I think it has a great message....definetly a song we all need to hear sometimes.  Yes, I am a big girl AND yes, I am beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all my big girl friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7153148037992183723?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7153148037992183723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7153148037992183723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7153148037992183723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7153148037992183723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/10/mika-big-girl-you-are-beautiful.html' title='Mika - Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-4898786822623452636</id><published>2007-10-02T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:53:28.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Weeks Along.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RwH41YvOc-I/AAAAAAAAACM/iRjJWvfxl6c/s1600-h/September+409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116644247726879714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RwH41YvOc-I/AAAAAAAAACM/iRjJWvfxl6c/s400/September+409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RwH4qYvOc9I/AAAAAAAAACE/lzYquyhpQ9k/s1600-h/September+411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116644058748318674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RwH4qYvOc9I/AAAAAAAAACE/lzYquyhpQ9k/s400/September+411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-4898786822623452636?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/4898786822623452636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=4898786822623452636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4898786822623452636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/4898786822623452636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/10/25-weeks-along.html' title='25 Weeks Along.'/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/RwH41YvOc-I/AAAAAAAAACM/iRjJWvfxl6c/s72-c/September+409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3609405915607184186</id><published>2007-09-25T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:42:52.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lesson learnt today.  Don't paint your nails while on the can.  When you are finished pooping, you will have to wipe - and if your nails arn't dry, you will wreck them when the toilet paper touches them.  Then there is the washing part....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just had to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3609405915607184186?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3609405915607184186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3609405915607184186' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3609405915607184186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3609405915607184186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/09/lesson-learnt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-3733502334422681244</id><published>2007-09-24T20:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:12:45.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Rvh8UovOc8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jTrYVOdTULU/s1600-h/September+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113974070853923778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Rvh8UovOc8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jTrYVOdTULU/s400/September+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Me and Jenn at the Keith Urban concert.  It was a great time.  I am so pleased she was able to make it.  I am happy we had some time for some catch up.  Although one night is just not enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-3733502334422681244?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/3733502334422681244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=3733502334422681244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3733502334422681244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/3733502334422681244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-is-me-and-jenn-at-keith-urban.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qfa4oyAGB9Y/Rvh8UovOc8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/jTrYVOdTULU/s72-c/September+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-7961536274969035598</id><published>2007-09-24T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:00:37.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Sunday I had my first REAL guilty "I'm a bad Mom" moment.  I was leaving to go to clothing club - and running quite late due to PJ's nap running late.   I unlocked my car, threw my keys on my seat, then reached in and unlocked her door.  I put her in her seat then buckled her in.  I closed her door and then I saw it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked her in, with my keys!!! My door was closed and locked.  My heart sank in to my feet.  I felt and sudden panic inside and a wave of tears fill my eyes.  I wanted to break open my window.  I took a deep breath and realized that Darren was only 15 minutes away.  I told Paige "Mommy has to go phone Daddy, be a big girl for Mommy and sit nice in your seat.  Mommy be right back".  She didn't care one bit.  She was just confused at why I wasn't getting in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my neighbor house and called Darren.  He rushed home, and everything turned out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I was really "scared" for my child.  It was a horrible series of emotions that I pray no one ever has to go through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...and Darren has been ordered to install a keypad to our garage so I can access our home, and our spare keys at any time now.  We'll see how fast he gets this done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-7961536274969035598?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/7961536274969035598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=7961536274969035598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7961536274969035598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/7961536274969035598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-sunday-i-had-my-first-real-guilty-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-1104177685516782336</id><published>2007-09-21T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:32:50.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a normal (busy) day at work last night - but them something hit me on my way home from work.  I just felt overwhelmingly tired and exhausted - could barely keep my eyes open.  I got home and was too tired to eat supper!  I asked Darren if he minded watching Paige and if he minded me going for a nap.  I did.  6pm....and I was out for the night!  I woke up at 9:30pm, and just rolled back to sleep. I woke up off and on - but slept until Paige woke up at 8am.  So that a total of about 14 hrs!  I haven't done that in ages...and it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I still feel tired this morning.  I am not myself.  I just got a call from my Dr.'s office.  I missed my appointment at 9:15 this morning!  I can't believe it.  That is just not like me.  I can't understand what is wrong.  They offered me an appointment for 3pm today - I took it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get showered here any minute - then take Miss Paige shopping.  We need a gift for tomorrow's wedding, and I need some maternity pantyhose.  Hope I don't have too hard of a time finding some.  I might hit south common, at least I know they have 2 maternity stores I can look for pantyhose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-1104177685516782336?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/1104177685516782336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=1104177685516782336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1104177685516782336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/1104177685516782336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-normal-busy-day-at-work-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15350135.post-8255708343825028210</id><published>2007-09-11T18:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:54:03.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alright friends - I need some advice here.  The time has come for Dallas to buy a newer vehical.  For a few reasons.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1.  We can't fit an infant carseat in my car with Paige's 3 in 1. Yes, I could buy a new infant carrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2.  My back is starting to suffer the effects of lifting a toddler in and out of the car.  I realize that I will soon be lifting an infant carrier in and out of the car too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3.  My car is a '94, has NO options, and 215,000 km.  Yes, it will do for a while, but it would be nice to get something a little more "updated".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So here is my problem.  I was thinking that we'd should get a mini-van.  Practical, spacious, will give the family lots of room to grow.  But in my brain, I know realistically we only need seating for 4.  If we require more seats that this in the future, I can buy a bigger vehical right?  I just can't rationalize purchasing a large gas guzzling vehical just because we'd use all the seats a few times a year.  Not only will I be paying more for the vehical, I will also have to pay lots more on gas.  So why not just by a bigger sized car or a smaller sized SUV??  A car would not solve problem #2 above.  A smaller sized SUV does not have much cargo space - but really, how much cargo space do I really need?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Please, imput is appreciated, I am soooo torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I am also posting this on LP, the more advice I can get, the better!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15350135-8255708343825028210?l=dmmw11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/feeds/8255708343825028210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15350135&amp;postID=8255708343825028210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8255708343825028210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15350135/posts/default/8255708343825028210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmmw11.blogspot.com/2007/09/alright-friends-i-need-some-advice-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Dallas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10315479640510385152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
