<?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-1177689956916747163</id><updated>2011-11-30T16:23:53.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>natterbee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8067314758878855909</id><published>2011-09-04T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:36:23.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I believe in it's better late than never, so here it is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The school year has come to an end.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The kids are now all home for the summer and the house is a LOT more chaotic all day long than it was just a week ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is always an adjustment when school gets out in the summer, but by the time summer is coming to a close I never want the kids to go back to school because I love having them home with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;My home school year with Olivia has ended.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am sincerely mourning the end because it has been such a wonderful year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have truly loved having her home with Avery and me all day every day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The best result we realized was also our primary goal: to strengthen our relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Having all that time together with only the distraction of one other child made it so much easier for me to meet her needs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And when her needs for attention and one-on-one time are met she is a truly delightful child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so sad to send her back to school next year and will have to try especially hard to keep our relationship strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Being with just Olivia and Avery during the day is a walk in the park compared to when all of my children are home in the afternoon and evening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has become quite poignant to me that having 4 children is &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;significantly&lt;/i&gt; harder than having 2.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now this may seem obvious to some, but it seems that some people don't realize that it is &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; harder to be a good mom as you add additional children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I think about this it also occurs to me that I really have NO idea what it must be like for people who have more than 4 children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(Mom, how did you do it????)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong....being a mom is the very best thing I've ever done in my life and I LOVE it more than any other thing I could be doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wouldn't trade my role for anything and I LOVE having 4 kids.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;it is really hard work&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Recently someone I know who works full time but is not married and has no children said something to the effect of how busy she is and that I (and the other stay-at-home-moms that were in the room) probably have more time than she does to get things done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to laugh in her face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It just shows her naivety because she simply cannot comprehend the unrelenting and constant work that it is to be a wife and the mother of multiple children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Let's explore just one aspect of being "the mom".&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I like to get my laundry done on one day each week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make sure we have enough clothes that I can usually save most of the laundry for Mondays.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, now that I am providing laundry services for 7 people (my family plus my dad lives with us) it takes literally an entire day to do the laundry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Luckily I can do other things in between loads but I have to change the laundry continually throughout the day without taking much time between the end of one load and the beginning of the next in order to get it all clean, folded and distributed by the time I go to bed on Monday night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And if I am gone for a couple of hours during the day it runs into Tuesday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And laundry is just one example.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Consider also the number of dishes we go through every day and how much messier a house with 7 people gets in just a short time and the taking care of each child's individual needs for attention and homework help and running them to the places they need to be and helping them learn to work and teaching them to be good people and on and on....&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;Now it is true that when one has multiple children the older ones can help out with the younger ones and this does offset the workload to some degree.&amp;nbsp; And I have children who are great workers and help out a ton with house and yard work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;When other things (besides number of children) are taken into account such as having children with special needs or having to work outside the home in addition to being the mom or demanding callings or community involvement or any of the innumerable other things that make each of our situations unique it is critical that we remember that we don't know what it's like to be in each other's shoes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8067314758878855909?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8067314758878855909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8067314758878855909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8067314758878855909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8067314758878855909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/09/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8248594134541109306</id><published>2011-07-07T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:53:28.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Funny.  Me sad!</title><content type='html'>My darling little Avery's heart was broken at Wal-Mart today. &amp;nbsp; Alex had received 3 of exactly the same set of Legos for his birthday and was picking out 2 new sets to trade them for.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Avery was with us.&amp;nbsp; I prepped Avery on the way to the toy aisle, explaining that he could look at the toys today but that we were not going to buy one and take it home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Buc8oTWYTQQ/ThZG6qSlDKI/AAAAAAAABx0/mZUNgW9F79U/s1600/P1070100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Buc8oTWYTQQ/ThZG6qSlDKI/AAAAAAAABx0/mZUNgW9F79U/s320/P1070100.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child knows exactly where the Cars 2 toys are located and promptly picked out exactly which one he wanted to take home.&amp;nbsp; It was a tiny Finn McMissile and&lt;i&gt; he talks&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; The problem is that Finn costs almost $8 and we need to be really careful with our money right now so we can get a new house soon. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I held my ground, even though it was really, really hard to say 'no' to his adorable (remember, he's still just 2) begging.&amp;nbsp; He kept saying, "Please, mom...&lt;i&gt;PLEASE&lt;/i&gt; buy?"&amp;nbsp; I talked to him again at eye level, explaining that I would like to buy him the toy but that I don't have enough money for it this time.&amp;nbsp; I tried telling him that maybe he could get it for his birthday like Alex got presents for his birthday.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the logic of the situation didn't change the fact that he &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;wanted it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go I asked if he wanted to put it back on the shelf or if he wanted me to do it.&amp;nbsp; I counted to three and it hadn't been replaced, so I had to pry the car from his tiny hands and put it back on the shelf.&amp;nbsp; He did all he could to squirm out of my arms, wailing in a broken-hearted way (not the same kind of crying as a spoiled kid fit).&amp;nbsp; He was crying big giant tears.&amp;nbsp; It was so sad and it was really all I could do not to buy it for him (but, see, I'm a smart Mom and didn't give in which will make it easier for him to believe it when I tell him 'no' in the future).&amp;nbsp; He cried the whole way out and kept trying to tell me what he wanted.&amp;nbsp; I just kept whispering that I know he wants that car really, really bad but I can't buy it for him today.&amp;nbsp; At one point he yelled, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Want &lt;b&gt;car&lt;/b&gt;!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renewed energy went into the crying and again he tried to squirm away from me when we got to the check stand...and when we reached the doors to exit...and again when we got to the van.&amp;nbsp; As we were driving away Alex was trying to distract him with something he thought was funny.&amp;nbsp; Avery's response: "Not funny.&amp;nbsp; Me &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!" &amp;nbsp; Well, Avery, me sad, too!&amp;nbsp; I wish I could have spoiled you today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8248594134541109306?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8248594134541109306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8248594134541109306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8248594134541109306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8248594134541109306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-funny-me-sad.html' title='Not Funny.  Me sad!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Buc8oTWYTQQ/ThZG6qSlDKI/AAAAAAAABx0/mZUNgW9F79U/s72-c/P1070100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8435841266329289884</id><published>2011-06-26T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:21:52.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Education Paradigms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/zDZFcDGpL4U/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDZFcDGpL4U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDZFcDGpL4U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8435841266329289884?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8435841266329289884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8435841266329289884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8435841266329289884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8435841266329289884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/changing-education-paradigms.html' title='Changing Education Paradigms'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8968587074602048522</id><published>2011-06-24T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:47:36.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's funny reply</title><content type='html'>Ashlie messed up Alex's Rubik's cube, so she took it apart to "fix it".&amp;nbsp; It was mostly put back together when Alex found it, then said, "This has about as much chance of working as I have of growing feathers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week I was just making conversation with Alex and I said, "I wonder where Grandpa went today."&amp;nbsp; His response: "Life's full of mysteries!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8968587074602048522?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8968587074602048522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8968587074602048522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8968587074602048522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8968587074602048522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/alexs-funny-reply.html' title='Alex&apos;s funny reply'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5329024399383851339</id><published>2011-05-31T14:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:22:08.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>My little brother Jon is a photographer (Perceptional Reality is the name of his company) and took these great shots of my kids.&amp;nbsp; If you want a photo shoot (he does all kinds, including weddings), you can contact him at 801-430-2172 or jon@perceptionalreality.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBedRRSkhFg/TeUdA2f1pfI/AAAAAAAABxg/NDsQGWhhxm8/s1600/DSC_5750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBedRRSkhFg/TeUdA2f1pfI/AAAAAAAABxg/NDsQGWhhxm8/s320/DSC_5750.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia (10)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t_PO_hVVic/TeUdHDWjQaI/AAAAAAAABxk/wkXiJvO1Aa4/s1600/DSC_5817-Edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0t_PO_hVVic/TeUdHDWjQaI/AAAAAAAABxk/wkXiJvO1Aa4/s320/DSC_5817-Edit.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery (2)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6nckYlg-Qw/TeUdOkjq1SI/AAAAAAAABxo/S0RuBdcpiUo/s1600/DSC_5839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6nckYlg-Qw/TeUdOkjq1SI/AAAAAAAABxo/S0RuBdcpiUo/s320/DSC_5839.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie (12)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh1CMABLkc4/TeUeZUf9ycI/AAAAAAAABxs/ufhuA1Vog_Q/s1600/DSC_5876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh1CMABLkc4/TeUeZUf9ycI/AAAAAAAABxs/ufhuA1Vog_Q/s320/DSC_5876.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex (7)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-5329024399383851339?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5329024399383851339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=5329024399383851339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5329024399383851339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5329024399383851339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-cute-kids.html' title='My Cute Kids'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UBedRRSkhFg/TeUdA2f1pfI/AAAAAAAABxg/NDsQGWhhxm8/s72-c/DSC_5750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-784303171744348356</id><published>2011-05-30T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:35:47.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Porch Photos</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I insist my children endure some front porch photos.&amp;nbsp; Here they are before church one Sunday in April:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-ZGZ0rNoi8/TePv09ypIoI/AAAAAAAABxY/S_jSHv6k9lU/s1600/P1060585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-ZGZ0rNoi8/TePv09ypIoI/AAAAAAAABxY/S_jSHv6k9lU/s320/P1060585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie (12), Olivia (10), Avery (2), and Alex (7)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMNehSYJUis/TePvoDkGeJI/AAAAAAAABxU/KdLc8YjKWgk/s1600/P1060581.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hMNehSYJUis/TePvoDkGeJI/AAAAAAAABxU/KdLc8YjKWgk/s320/P1060581.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta399K77TPM/TePwA5jgvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/BBPld83me34/s1600/P1060583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta399K77TPM/TePwA5jgvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/BBPld83me34/s320/P1060583.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We added this front porch last fall and then the flower bed in the spring.&amp;nbsp; Our plan was to extend the roof over the porch with a column on each side and to bump out the dining room, which is the window to the right of the door.&amp;nbsp; Since we've decided to move we're trying to sell the house without a railing and without extending the roof and dining room.&amp;nbsp; I have loved having a big porch to relax on and not having a railing doesn't even bother me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-784303171744348356?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/784303171744348356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=784303171744348356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/784303171744348356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/784303171744348356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/front-porch-photos.html' title='Front Porch Photos'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o-ZGZ0rNoi8/TePv09ypIoI/AAAAAAAABxY/S_jSHv6k9lU/s72-c/P1060585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6982857973972833927</id><published>2011-05-30T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:07:20.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlie's Class Play</title><content type='html'>Ashlie's 6th grade class recently performed the play, The Sword in the Stone.&amp;nbsp; They did an awesome job and Ashlie was excellent in the role of Guenevere's mother, Queen Cleo de Grance.&amp;nbsp; I made her costume and fixed her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiycojPAAyU/TePt9pEEKdI/AAAAAAAABxI/amHcyimSwGQ/s1600/P1060624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiycojPAAyU/TePt9pEEKdI/AAAAAAAABxI/amHcyimSwGQ/s320/P1060624.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie on our front porch on the day of her first performance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvGo5aBVtu8/TePuF_9XxvI/AAAAAAAABxM/JG0k_jcSu14/s1600/P1060628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XvGo5aBVtu8/TePuF_9XxvI/AAAAAAAABxM/JG0k_jcSu14/s320/P1060628.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Queen Cleo de Grance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quogGtmUYTw/TePuO9OB3UI/AAAAAAAABxQ/Hy-CxdiIee0/s1600/P1060629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-quogGtmUYTw/TePuO9OB3UI/AAAAAAAABxQ/Hy-CxdiIee0/s320/P1060629.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;King Arthur, Guenevere and Queen de Grance (aka Asher, Lucy and Ashlie)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGfCe-WLajc/TePt0-zzANI/AAAAAAAABxE/hB8Nq20yAFI/s1600/P1060622.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGfCe-WLajc/TePt0-zzANI/AAAAAAAABxE/hB8Nq20yAFI/s320/P1060622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The back of Ashlie's hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6982857973972833927?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6982857973972833927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6982857973972833927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6982857973972833927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6982857973972833927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/ashlies-class-play.html' title='Ashlie&apos;s Class Play'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yiycojPAAyU/TePt9pEEKdI/AAAAAAAABxI/amHcyimSwGQ/s72-c/P1060624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-4171827203728228804</id><published>2011-05-30T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T13:16:06.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Avery</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fVG0YLBzi8/TePqoePIqLI/AAAAAAAABw4/Av-JU_NoU2I/s320/Alex+%2526+Avery.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Avery&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Avery has been so, so, so cute lately.&amp;nbsp; And stubborn, too.&amp;nbsp; He is definitely two.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago he started calling Rob and I "Daddia" (pronounced Daddy-uh) and "Mommia" (pronounced Mommy-uh)".&amp;nbsp; It really is adorable.&amp;nbsp; He's our first baby that has come up with nick-names for &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp; So now we call him "Babia" and "Averia" sometimes. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has begun to put words together independently (more than just "bye daddy" and the like).&amp;nbsp; He frequently points at something and says what it is and what color it is.&amp;nbsp; For example, we were at the store today and he pointed at a lady and said, "yellow purse".&amp;nbsp; When I'm using my Kindle he says, "Let me try".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars still top Avery's list of favorite toys.&amp;nbsp; This truck &amp;amp; trailer combo is his recent favorite because he can haul other cars with it! &amp;nbsp; (This is the smile he uses when he poses - his natural smile is so much cuter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94oQGqJeNF8/TePscwD3B_I/AAAAAAAABxA/IYyduk-JMeE/s1600/P1060721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-94oQGqJeNF8/TePscwD3B_I/AAAAAAAABxA/IYyduk-JMeE/s320/P1060721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works out his problems frequently by demanding that we "Share!" and by telling us it's his "Turn!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery LOVES Toy Story and plays with his Buzz, Woody and Bullseye figures all the time.&amp;nbsp; He is especially fond of Buzz.&amp;nbsp; He plays in a very imaginative way that is fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjIUnNUlwdo/TePrDQncxXI/AAAAAAAABw8/5bf0P4zXIOo/s1600/P1060682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PjIUnNUlwdo/TePrDQncxXI/AAAAAAAABw8/5bf0P4zXIOo/s320/P1060682.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even at the library, Avery wanted to read his favorite book, which we have at home!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite book is "Big Dog, Little Dog", but he insists we read it, "Big Daddy, Little Avery", replacing the word "dog" with "Daddy" and "Avery" all through the book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4171827203728228804?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4171827203728228804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4171827203728228804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4171827203728228804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4171827203728228804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/cute-little-avery.html' title='Cute Little Avery'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7fVG0YLBzi8/TePqoePIqLI/AAAAAAAABw4/Av-JU_NoU2I/s72-c/Alex+%2526+Avery.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-3600901161402658352</id><published>2011-04-27T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:43:23.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For Sale, continued</title><content type='html'>If you're interested in seeing pictures of the house we're selling or if you know anyone interested in a great house in Bountiful, go to &lt;a href="http://bountifulforsalebyowner.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bountifulforsalebyowner.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AWINCzicYk/Tbh_4EttcmI/AAAAAAAABw0/s52hyLqdhbw/s1600/Kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AWINCzicYk/Tbh_4EttcmI/AAAAAAAABw0/s52hyLqdhbw/s640/Kitchen.jpg" width="508" /&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/1177689956916747163-3600901161402658352?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3600901161402658352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=3600901161402658352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3600901161402658352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3600901161402658352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/04/home-for-sale-continued.html' title='Home For Sale, continued'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7AWINCzicYk/Tbh_4EttcmI/AAAAAAAABw0/s52hyLqdhbw/s72-c/Kitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8096882330033118232</id><published>2011-04-21T09:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T14:39:38.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For Sale</title><content type='html'>We have decided - after much deliberation - to sell our home.&amp;nbsp; We have loved living in our 1950s-built neighborhood and we can only hope we'll find neighbors as wonderful wherever we end up as we have had here.&amp;nbsp; It has been a difficult decision for us.&amp;nbsp; I'll give some details below for those who may be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu_uHPkdb3w/Tbh--SiCClI/AAAAAAAABwk/o2srwX4lzjU/s1600/Front+of+house+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu_uHPkdb3w/Tbh--SiCClI/AAAAAAAABwk/o2srwX4lzjU/s400/Front+of+house+6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reasons to stay are as follows&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We love our neighbors.&amp;nbsp; This truly is a uniquely kind and caring neighborhood filled with nonjudgmental people.&amp;nbsp; I love that there are families in every age group, including elderly, middle-age, lots of kids and newlyweds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have spent the past 6 years making this house our home.&amp;nbsp; We've made lots of wonderful memories here.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to leave a home you love, even when you feel it's time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have completely redone the kitchen (complete with all possible upgrades) and both bathrooms (they're finally done and now we're leaving!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've painted every room in the house at least once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We overhauled the basement, complete with large closet, crown moulding, paint, carpeting and all new doors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We added an extra-large porch onto the front of the house so we could expand our dining room out several feet and still have a larger porch with room for rockers.&amp;nbsp; We put in super deep footings so we could extend the roof to cover the large porch.&amp;nbsp; We don't believe we'll be able to increase the price of the house by the amount it would cost to finish this process, so we'll just leave it as an extra large porch and it will be ready for the new owners, should they decide they'd like a large dining room. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just last summer we built raised, square-foot gardening boxes and filled them with super amazing soil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We converted part of our extra-large garage into a bedroom (aka "bonus" room) for my dad. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We love our established yard, complete with large shade trees, climbing ivy, large outdoor patio and great snowboarding and sledding hills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reasons to leave are as follows:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; We are outgrowing our house.&amp;nbsp; We've added a child and a grandparent to our household and the other three kids have grown a lot in the past 6 years!&amp;nbsp; And they (we) are only getting bigger!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need more common areas - such as a large family room, and an office/sewing area.&amp;nbsp; I want my kids to &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to have their friends at &lt;i&gt;our &lt;/i&gt;house.&amp;nbsp; To encourage this, I want a nice family room with enough room for friends, games, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashlie, our oldest child, is going into junior high next year.&amp;nbsp; Olivia is just one year behind her.&amp;nbsp; If we're going to make a move, I think it is best to do it before they establish hard-to-lose friendships in junior and senior high schools.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have really missed sidewalks.&amp;nbsp; Our neighborhood doesn't have sidewalks and we are on the benches of the mountain here in Bountiful.&amp;nbsp; I hate that my kids (especially the younger ones) can't ride their bikes without going out into the roads and onto a hill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;We found one home that we loved and it even had a little "cottage" that my dad could have lived in, but our offer wasn't as high as the one they accepted, so we lost it.&amp;nbsp; I found another one I fell in love with, but Rob wasn't as enthusiastic.&amp;nbsp; And so we'll keep looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8096882330033118232?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8096882330033118232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8096882330033118232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8096882330033118232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8096882330033118232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/04/home-for-sale.html' title='Home For Sale'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu_uHPkdb3w/Tbh--SiCClI/AAAAAAAABwk/o2srwX4lzjU/s72-c/Front+of+house+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8548605657350313356</id><published>2011-04-12T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:30:27.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rob is such a great dad.&amp;nbsp; He spends time almost every night playing games with the kids or helping them with projects, etc.&amp;nbsp; He is really wonderful!&amp;nbsp; Here he is, helping Alex with his first erector set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BUAyzPcjeM4/TYQqaqHHDmI/AAAAAAAABuA/vp2NDNBSUwo/s1600/DSCF7019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BUAyzPcjeM4/TYQqaqHHDmI/AAAAAAAABuA/vp2NDNBSUwo/s320/DSCF7019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SR5wd-CRDXw/TYQqhK-cOPI/AAAAAAAABuE/sdS5A1gO3lc/s1600/DSCF7071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SR5wd-CRDXw/TYQqhK-cOPI/AAAAAAAABuE/sdS5A1gO3lc/s320/DSCF7071.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery LOVES his daddy!&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like Rob to go to work every day and often tries to convince him to stay home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B12qdp7G4tk/TYQqjkb5TcI/AAAAAAAABuI/6O2cWJq_EaU/s1600/DSCF7073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-B12qdp7G4tk/TYQqjkb5TcI/AAAAAAAABuI/6O2cWJq_EaU/s320/DSCF7073.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0cjpBwv6QiI/TYQqmmr8hgI/AAAAAAAABuM/VroUbIcH8eU/s1600/DSCF7078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0cjpBwv6QiI/TYQqmmr8hgI/AAAAAAAABuM/VroUbIcH8eU/s320/DSCF7078.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E1wBSZPFtpA/TYQquOUUc8I/AAAAAAAABuU/xkkM0uLq3L0/s1600/DSCF7090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E1wBSZPFtpA/TYQquOUUc8I/AAAAAAAABuU/xkkM0uLq3L0/s320/DSCF7090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia is so good at taking care of Avery.&amp;nbsp; Having her at home with me during the day this year has been so nice.&amp;nbsp; She frequently helps with Avery and has learned some great babysitting skills.&amp;nbsp; Here she is, reading one of my favorite children's books (The Monster At the End of This Book) to him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W39rpkRW7JQ/TYQqyFwTThI/AAAAAAAABuY/iiAJWxHqHtk/s1600/DSCF7092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-W39rpkRW7JQ/TYQqyFwTThI/AAAAAAAABuY/iiAJWxHqHtk/s320/DSCF7092.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie and Olivia are good friends.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to have such a good friend to grow up with.&amp;nbsp; They like to slide down the stairs in Ashlie's slippery sleeping bag and land on pillows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s4V6enahUsU/TYQq0jh_XsI/AAAAAAAABuc/P9lSI4WZPzQ/s1600/DSCF7094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s4V6enahUsU/TYQq0jh_XsI/AAAAAAAABuc/P9lSI4WZPzQ/s320/DSCF7094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FGEZQB4oClg/TYQrAWle3II/AAAAAAAABug/ivUyBXDNFIE/s1600/DSCF7099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FGEZQB4oClg/TYQrAWle3II/AAAAAAAABug/ivUyBXDNFIE/s320/DSCF7099.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery is trying to hold Olivia in this picture.&amp;nbsp; These two love their "feety" jammies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-94dMmw7gbLM/TYQrFQQe4DI/AAAAAAAABuk/qcBdvY0xMQA/s1600/DSCF7107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-94dMmw7gbLM/TYQrFQQe4DI/AAAAAAAABuk/qcBdvY0xMQA/s320/DSCF7107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alex, reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-U9QZGvkFABA/TYQrIq5vOCI/AAAAAAAABuo/4XGqQ8ZRcJk/s1600/DSCF7102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-U9QZGvkFABA/TYQrIq5vOCI/AAAAAAAABuo/4XGqQ8ZRcJk/s320/DSCF7102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery and Olivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Bl6hEqC0etY/TYQrLTqxXRI/AAAAAAAABus/57owoHHUkws/s1600/DSCF7106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Bl6hEqC0etY/TYQrLTqxXRI/AAAAAAAABus/57owoHHUkws/s320/DSCF7106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I find that Ashlie and Olivia have fallen asleep together in one of their beds.&amp;nbsp; They both love to snuggle and giggle together and are so lucky to have each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_ju7YO2UVx4/TYQrO9Bpg-I/AAAAAAAABuw/Zi95OHLyCFk/s1600/DSCF7112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_ju7YO2UVx4/TYQrO9Bpg-I/AAAAAAAABuw/Zi95OHLyCFk/s320/DSCF7112.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;What could be more fun than taking turns playing DS with your brother/sister?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KWjs3EeTq7U/TYQrRQLAtLI/AAAAAAAABu0/iF-luulbe3U/s1600/DSCF7113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KWjs3EeTq7U/TYQrRQLAtLI/AAAAAAAABu0/iF-luulbe3U/s320/DSCF7113.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie can almost always be found with her nose inside a book!&amp;nbsp; I love that she loves to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H9NWhjrx1Mc/TYQrUwQG4rI/AAAAAAAABu4/sjQCfdBUvEY/s1600/DSCF7116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H9NWhjrx1Mc/TYQrUwQG4rI/AAAAAAAABu4/sjQCfdBUvEY/s320/DSCF7116.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and Avery drew a city on the driveway, including this school house.&amp;nbsp; So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-H9NWhjrx1Mc/TYQrUwQG4rI/AAAAAAAABu4/sjQCfdBUvEY/s1600/DSCF7116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8548605657350313356?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8548605657350313356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8548605657350313356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8548605657350313356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8548605657350313356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BUAyzPcjeM4/TYQqaqHHDmI/AAAAAAAABuA/vp2NDNBSUwo/s72-c/DSCF7019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6284097811817583957</id><published>2011-03-26T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:25:00.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're so cute when they're sleeping!</title><content type='html'>I have always loved pictures of my sleeping babies.&amp;nbsp; They are just so darn cute (and QUIET) when they're asleep!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rPJVQj7Ovd4/TYQwboBtrxI/AAAAAAAABvg/VqsgdMb5kfk/s1600/P1060281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rPJVQj7Ovd4/TYQwboBtrxI/AAAAAAAABvg/VqsgdMb5kfk/s320/P1060281.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UiNso4qqgl0/TYQwoDpt3PI/AAAAAAAABvk/sT4nlUTthiM/s1600/P1060283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UiNso4qqgl0/TYQwoDpt3PI/AAAAAAAABvk/sT4nlUTthiM/s320/P1060283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At what age is it no longer kosher to take pictures of one's children sleeping?&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I've still got time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vHj6ytcv7gA/TYQwxA75r0I/AAAAAAAABvo/1lIo5mrXPBU/s1600/P1060284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vHj6ytcv7gA/TYQwxA75r0I/AAAAAAAABvo/1lIo5mrXPBU/s320/P1060284.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Alex hates his bed.&amp;nbsp; We are unsure of the reason and I don't think he even knows.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of the reason(s), he ends up sleeping in one of the following places every night: on the floor by my bed, on the couch in the family room, on the recliner, or on any other piece of carpet &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;in his bedroom.&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e9OtP-HE4es/TYQw7CNWXQI/AAAAAAAABvs/Zbg6b7FDgvs/s1600/P1060285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-e9OtP-HE4es/TYQw7CNWXQI/AAAAAAAABvs/Zbg6b7FDgvs/s320/P1060285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6284097811817583957?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6284097811817583957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6284097811817583957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6284097811817583957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6284097811817583957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/theyre-so-cute-when-theyre-sleeping.html' title='They&apos;re so cute when they&apos;re sleeping!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rPJVQj7Ovd4/TYQwboBtrxI/AAAAAAAABvg/VqsgdMb5kfk/s72-c/P1060281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-4454219294085718109</id><published>2011-03-24T22:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:21:39.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olivia's Cell</title><content type='html'>Last week Olivia created a representation of an animal cell out of various foods.&amp;nbsp; The graham cracker crust is the cell membrane, the grape Jello is the cytoplasm, she used Gobstoppers to create a nucleus, mints for vacuoles, broken pieces of spaghetti for chromosomes, sunflower seeds are mitochondria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YJs327v93Co/TYQ1llogd9I/AAAAAAAABwA/cc_uBATPx6M/s1600/P1060295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YJs327v93Co/TYQ1llogd9I/AAAAAAAABwA/cc_uBATPx6M/s320/P1060295.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ii-FTJqWwUg/TYQ1vvYJOGI/AAAAAAAABwE/VoRN84DHcbY/s1600/P1060293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Ii-FTJqWwUg/TYQ1vvYJOGI/AAAAAAAABwE/VoRN84DHcbY/s320/P1060293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had a fun time creating this cell and learning to make Jello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4454219294085718109?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4454219294085718109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4454219294085718109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4454219294085718109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4454219294085718109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/olivias-cell.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Cell'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-YJs327v93Co/TYQ1llogd9I/AAAAAAAABwA/cc_uBATPx6M/s72-c/P1060295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1316047712436243394</id><published>2011-03-22T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:56:00.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Paint Color</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to re-paint the family room for some time now.&amp;nbsp; And by "I", I mean that I wanted someone else to paint he family room for me!&amp;nbsp; Well, as luck would have it, my dad was willing to fix the ceiling cracks and repaint the family room last month!&amp;nbsp; Yay!!!&amp;nbsp; I love the color we ended up with; it just feel so much more friendly and happy than the color we used to have.&amp;nbsp; I still haven't bought the fabric for new curtains, but wanted to post the pictures of the painting project before too long had passed.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TIoO1KCeWkY/TYQ3kK88LgI/AAAAAAAABwM/EeXeSjkTl6Y/s1600/DSCF7095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3Ao8sEYvkL8/TYQ3l_ScGOI/AAAAAAAABwQ/4kf8r7QsYnY/s1600/P1060247.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3Ao8sEYvkL8/TYQ3l_ScGOI/AAAAAAAABwQ/4kf8r7QsYnY/s400/P1060247.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TIoO1KCeWkY/TYQ3kK88LgI/AAAAAAAABwM/EeXeSjkTl6Y/s1600/DSCF7095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TIoO1KCeWkY/TYQ3kK88LgI/AAAAAAAABwM/EeXeSjkTl6Y/s320/DSCF7095.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my dad's super awesome power sander for sheetrocking.&amp;nbsp; He and his dad developed it years ago and with a duct tape repair on the hose now and then it still works!&amp;nbsp; If I understand correctly, it sands the drywall or repaired part of the wall, then collects the majority of the dust in that handy canvas bag.&amp;nbsp; He says that as far as he knows it's the only one like it in the world.&amp;nbsp; My dad learned the art of sheet rocking and wall repair from his father, whom he worked with and for every day after school when he was a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1316047712436243394?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1316047712436243394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1316047712436243394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1316047712436243394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1316047712436243394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-new-paint-color.html' title='Our New Paint Color'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3Ao8sEYvkL8/TYQ3l_ScGOI/AAAAAAAABwQ/4kf8r7QsYnY/s72-c/P1060247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8656946566349288506</id><published>2011-03-21T22:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:18:00.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KGZPOk0CY6c/TYQuowpOlbI/AAAAAAAABu8/5zOKMIDNatw/s1600/P1060214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KGZPOk0CY6c/TYQuowpOlbI/AAAAAAAABu8/5zOKMIDNatw/s320/P1060214.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A classic toy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PRounXXec2Q/TYQurnDukDI/AAAAAAAABvA/wn6GqtfiNio/s1600/P1060221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PRounXXec2Q/TYQurnDukDI/AAAAAAAABvA/wn6GqtfiNio/s320/P1060221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery, pretending to be Olivia's "baby".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nSR1UsBfMYY/TYQuuL6BXEI/AAAAAAAABvE/8dR7M757EJI/s1600/P1060222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-nSR1UsBfMYY/TYQuuL6BXEI/AAAAAAAABvE/8dR7M757EJI/s320/P1060222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't he cute?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ck08i1WB2Vw/TYQuwmFTG8I/AAAAAAAABvI/rz9MXIkpJKc/s1600/P1060223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ck08i1WB2Vw/TYQuwmFTG8I/AAAAAAAABvI/rz9MXIkpJKc/s320/P1060223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these handsome boys before church!&amp;nbsp; This is the first time Avery has worn a tie and he LOVED it.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't get Alex to give me a normal smile, but at least the picture captures who he really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yE08Y3EsXSg/TYQu4HICqRI/AAAAAAAABvQ/L0viLqZkS-o/s1600/P1060258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yE08Y3EsXSg/TYQu4HICqRI/AAAAAAAABvQ/L0viLqZkS-o/s320/P1060258.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here are my beautiful girls before church on the same day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iGivGOyyxGw/TYQu6At_eTI/AAAAAAAABvU/lR0RBw7xgvM/s1600/P1060253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iGivGOyyxGw/TYQu6At_eTI/AAAAAAAABvU/lR0RBw7xgvM/s320/P1060253.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery took a nap with me the other day and he just looked so cute with his blankie and Mario, so I risked waking him so I could get a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qBtnC4H3Tnc/TYQ0CDKBjzI/AAAAAAAABvw/x4lyywWMz5Q/s1600/P1060319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qBtnC4H3Tnc/TYQ0CDKBjzI/AAAAAAAABvw/x4lyywWMz5Q/s320/P1060319.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery on his favorite warm-weather toy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fYvCZuNMXL4/TYQ0EE2Ea2I/AAAAAAAABv0/-aLb4LrM8Sw/s1600/P1060250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fYvCZuNMXL4/TYQ0EE2Ea2I/AAAAAAAABv0/-aLb4LrM8Sw/s320/P1060250.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex hates that we have no sidewalks in our neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; I really wish we had sidewalks and/or didn't live on a hill.&amp;nbsp; These factors make me really worry about the kids riding their bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-l-P3zSaOE-I/TYQ0FpzLEJI/AAAAAAAABv4/PbGajJJOiec/s1600/P1060251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-l-P3zSaOE-I/TYQ0FpzLEJI/AAAAAAAABv4/PbGajJJOiec/s320/P1060251.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia on her scooter.&amp;nbsp; She likes to make roads with sidewalk chalk on the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rC8K1Uecns0/TYQ0HjtOJoI/AAAAAAAABv8/93TUhZuapK4/s1600/P1060252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-rC8K1Uecns0/TYQ0HjtOJoI/AAAAAAAABv8/93TUhZuapK4/s320/P1060252.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CWSd17ZVMVE/TYQu7jNleNI/AAAAAAAABvY/RYvcR2NVKsY/s1600/P1060259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CWSd17ZVMVE/TYQu7jNleNI/AAAAAAAABvY/RYvcR2NVKsY/s320/P1060259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wD3MsqvArsI/TYQu-0dF2gI/AAAAAAAABvc/s0ZHuxuDufI/s1600/P1060260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wD3MsqvArsI/TYQu-0dF2gI/AAAAAAAABvc/s0ZHuxuDufI/s320/P1060260.JPG" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8656946566349288506?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8656946566349288506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8656946566349288506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8656946566349288506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8656946566349288506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KGZPOk0CY6c/TYQuowpOlbI/AAAAAAAABu8/5zOKMIDNatw/s72-c/P1060214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-3081998227319500395</id><published>2011-03-19T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:05:00.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week my mom, my sister Aubrey,and I took the kids to the church parking lot to ride bikes.&amp;nbsp; The kids had a ball playing outside after being cooped up indoors all winter.&amp;nbsp; (And I had fun riding Alex's scooter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g09t6ZCD5QU/TYQ6PCQb-fI/AAAAAAAABwg/rjbQcVUbOO0/s1600/P1060304.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-g09t6ZCD5QU/TYQ6PCQb-fI/AAAAAAAABwg/rjbQcVUbOO0/s320/P1060304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CD2xQDlx8JM/TYQ5xUvKQCI/AAAAAAAABwU/K34k6MTTzCI/s1600/P1060301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CD2xQDlx8JM/TYQ5xUvKQCI/AAAAAAAABwU/K34k6MTTzCI/s320/P1060301.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s116RsKPZEA/TYQn85Y3DcI/AAAAAAAABts/crcNZDU0OPM/s1600/P1060317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s116RsKPZEA/TYQn85Y3DcI/AAAAAAAABts/crcNZDU0OPM/s320/P1060317.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olivia has adopted this fun bandana hair-do because it's simple and keeps her bangs out of her face.&amp;nbsp; To Olivia and I, our hair is just a pain.&amp;nbsp; We don't really take any joy from fixing our hair, so we keep it simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QrOftw_2uOc/TYQovmj_m_I/AAAAAAAABt0/cYjBLSEC9e4/s1600/P1060306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-QrOftw_2uOc/TYQovmj_m_I/AAAAAAAABt0/cYjBLSEC9e4/s320/P1060306.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ashlie, on the other hand, is always changing her hair style.&amp;nbsp; Within one day she will change her hair style multiple times.&amp;nbsp; I can pretty much count on her hair looking different when I pick her up from school than it was when she was dropped off.&amp;nbsp; She likes to express herself through her hair and clothing styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4QSjFoToYZg/TYQoL8KZXuI/AAAAAAAABtw/Gz1D7K7_5UI/s1600/P1060314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4QSjFoToYZg/TYQoL8KZXuI/AAAAAAAABtw/Gz1D7K7_5UI/s320/P1060314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8424292467948935422?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8424292467948935422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8424292467948935422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8424292467948935422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8424292467948935422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-girls.html' title='Just the Girls'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s116RsKPZEA/TYQn85Y3DcI/AAAAAAAABts/crcNZDU0OPM/s72-c/P1060317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5813853664214185321</id><published>2011-03-14T12:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:59:23.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OpAVMrhrQA0/TX5Y5FQkgBI/AAAAAAAABtE/G_wTfAgR-Fk/s1600/Japan+-+fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OpAVMrhrQA0/TX5Y5FQkgBI/AAAAAAAABtE/G_wTfAgR-Fk/s320/Japan+-+fire.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IXbkRuiEcAM/TX5Y0OR-ICI/AAAAAAAABs8/zLqBtYkMNuE/s1600/Japan+-+arm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can hardly stop watching the video clips available on the Internet of  the devastation in Japan.&amp;nbsp; The estimated death toll rises each day and  the circumstances for those still living worsens as the hours tick on  without loved ones being located and shortages of basic necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IXbkRuiEcAM/TX5Y0OR-ICI/AAAAAAAABs8/zLqBtYkMNuE/s1600/Japan+-+arm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IXbkRuiEcAM/TX5Y0OR-ICI/AAAAAAAABs8/zLqBtYkMNuE/s320/Japan+-+arm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;The newscasters keep saying that most people couldn't even imagine such  destruction being possible from a tsunami and earthquakes.&amp;nbsp; I think it  strikes me as particularly disturbing because, a) my brother and his  family live just a short distance from Sendai (in Yamagata), and b)  Japan is a highly developed, industrialized country - like the United  States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mxtbw1BkOu4/TX5Y8AlnQbI/AAAAAAAABtI/yh9ntgFo5Aw/s1600/Japan+-+nuclear+reactor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mxtbw1BkOu4/TX5Y8AlnQbI/AAAAAAAABtI/yh9ntgFo5Aw/s320/Japan+-+nuclear+reactor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;If a natural disaster can cause this degree of devastation in  Japan it can create as big a problem anywhere in the world.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  nuclear reactors had 3 backup safety systems and all 3 failed at one of  the nuclear power plants.&amp;nbsp;  It's a good reminder that God is in charge;  nothing humans do to prevent disaster will work without God's consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QmYN81JVHcY/TX5Y-ut6EOI/AAAAAAAABtM/Mv3zbWwkaSM/s1600/Japan+-+shelter+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QmYN81JVHcY/TX5Y-ut6EOI/AAAAAAAABtM/Mv3zbWwkaSM/s320/Japan+-+shelter+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KmGA4Z77nzA/TX5ZDosH2uI/AAAAAAAABtU/Av_UDvF-Ivk/s1600/Japan+-+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yv3MCm3gDt4/TX5Z89OFiRI/AAAAAAAABtg/UQB3TE2bsa4/s1600/Japan+-+woman+sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yv3MCm3gDt4/TX5Z89OFiRI/AAAAAAAABtg/UQB3TE2bsa4/s1600/Japan+-+woman+sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pM2PsWmfi0A/TX5ZHxpIHSI/AAAAAAAABtY/zlpHzaUB1Mc/s1600/Japan-+people+walking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In one of the news clips I watched, the reporter talked about how the  people were being kind and courteous to each other, even while stuck in  an evacuation center without adequate resources and among many, many  other people of all ages.&amp;nbsp; Considering the level of anger many American's  have just from inconsiderate drivers or having to wait in line for 15  minutes or listening to a crying child, I can't imagine that in the  United States people would be as courteous or patient.&amp;nbsp; Japan's  altruistic society - where the needs of the group are more important  than individuals' needs - has certainly helped make being stuck  together in close quarters in horrific circumstances a bit more bearable.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pM2PsWmfi0A/TX5ZHxpIHSI/AAAAAAAABtY/zlpHzaUB1Mc/s1600/Japan-+people+walking.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-pM2PsWmfi0A/TX5ZHxpIHSI/AAAAAAAABtY/zlpHzaUB1Mc/s320/Japan-+people+walking.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The damage in Japan is a distinct reminder that our belongings are  temporary.&amp;nbsp; Whether they are taken away while we yet live or we die and  leave them behind, our "stuff" can be gone with no warning.&amp;nbsp; It just  doesn't matter now who had the nicest homes or cars or clothes last  week, because those things are gone.&amp;nbsp; Now what matters is having loved  ones nearby and safe and having a knowledge that Heavenly Father is  mindful of each person and faith that He knows what He is doing.&amp;nbsp; As it says in the book of Matthew: "Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;moth&lt;/span&gt; and rust doth &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;corrupt&lt;/span&gt;, and where thieves break through and steal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yv3MCm3gDt4/TX5Z89OFiRI/AAAAAAAABtg/UQB3TE2bsa4/s1600/Japan+-+woman+sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Yv3MCm3gDt4/TX5Z89OFiRI/AAAAAAAABtg/UQB3TE2bsa4/s320/Japan+-+woman+sad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I could go to Japan and help somehow.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could listen to  the people talk about what's on their minds or I could help clear out  debris and help people salvage what is left of their belongings.&amp;nbsp; Most  of all I wish I could convey to them my knowledge that their loved ones  that have died are with their Heavenly Father and that they can see them  again.&amp;nbsp; But here I sit in my nice home, surrounded by everyone I love,  feeling helpless and saddened that the Japanese people are suffering  such great losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-465957c8accaa1d5" 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://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D465957c8accaa1d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330031907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15CBCEC47C062F79F209C61442B7900814C9061B.40055FDD39DF843C5657CAF52928BC265A58D41%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D465957c8accaa1d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oZnoKUvrHjoAEHzOwj_Ed65tSY&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://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D465957c8accaa1d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330031907%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15CBCEC47C062F79F209C61442B7900814C9061B.40055FDD39DF843C5657CAF52928BC265A58D41%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D465957c8accaa1d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9oZnoKUvrHjoAEHzOwj_Ed65tSY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize that it is a blessing to me and all of us who watch from the  safety of our family rooms because we can learn from the destruction in  Japan without having to experience it directly.&amp;nbsp; So I'll hold my loved  ones a little closer.&amp;nbsp; I'll try not to offend or take offense.&amp;nbsp; I'll try  to remember that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff &lt;/span&gt;isn't  what matters.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to help ease the burdens of those around me.&amp;nbsp; And most of all I'll be grateful for my testimony that  Christ died for us so we might return to live with Him - whenever we are  called Home.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate the gospel in my life and the peace it gives  me.&amp;nbsp; And I'm grateful that these "things" can never be taken from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lTi2q8QDGyQ/TX5b7Lr3U3I/AAAAAAAABtk/XFXMmguWq4Y/s1600/christ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lTi2q8QDGyQ/TX5b7Lr3U3I/AAAAAAAABtk/XFXMmguWq4Y/s200/christ.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;"And now, my brethren, I  desire that ye shall plant this word in your hearts, and as it beginneth  to swell even so nourish it by your faith. And behold, it will become a  tree, springing up in you unto everlasting life. And then may God grant unto you that your &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;burdens&lt;/span&gt; may be &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;, through the joy of his Son. And even all this can ye do if ye will. 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font-size: 13pt;"&gt;I saw you make my favorite cake for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;And I knew that little things are special things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;I felt you kiss me good night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;And I felt loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;I saw that you cared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;And I wanted to be everything that I could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;When you thought I wasn't looking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;I LOOKED.... and wanted to say thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.&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/1177689956916747163-160824425804054513?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/160824425804054513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=160824425804054513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/160824425804054513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/160824425804054513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/classic.html' title='A Classic...'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jjNncnYFpks/TXQd0Q3a71I/AAAAAAAABs4/Y3dIufHBCLI/s72-c/kids+on+computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6595840435389796826</id><published>2011-03-01T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:37:42.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uSiyGnqqGds/TW2A0lWU7yI/AAAAAAAABs0/_PYruSMHzDI/s1600/West+Side+Story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uSiyGnqqGds/TW2A0lWU7yI/AAAAAAAABs0/_PYruSMHzDI/s1600/West+Side+Story.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know West Side Story, you'll remember the song, "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu7sRdRrm_w"&gt;Something's Coming&lt;/a&gt;".&amp;nbsp; It talks about his feeling that something is coming - right around the corner.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't know what it is but he can just feel that &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;is on its way.&amp;nbsp; I've been having the same feeling, only with a scary twist - I feel like the something that's coming is bad.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why and maybe - hopefully - I'm wrong, but it just feels like something difficult is coming our way.&amp;nbsp; Cross your fingers, knock on wood or pray for us because I prefer for things to be nice and smooth, not difficult and unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6595840435389796826?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6595840435389796826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6595840435389796826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6595840435389796826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6595840435389796826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/03/somethings-coming.html' title='Something&apos;s Coming'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uSiyGnqqGds/TW2A0lWU7yI/AAAAAAAABs0/_PYruSMHzDI/s72-c/West+Side+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-150128202769141268</id><published>2011-02-15T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:54:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful, Committed Citizens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLxGltWz6I/AAAAAAAABsU/XWtFStLsYyA/s1600/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLxGltWz6I/AAAAAAAABsU/XWtFStLsYyA/s400/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-150128202769141268?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/150128202769141268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=150128202769141268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/150128202769141268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/150128202769141268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/thoughtful-committed-citizens.html' title='Thoughtful, Committed Citizens'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLxGltWz6I/AAAAAAAABsU/XWtFStLsYyA/s72-c/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1730232490242795189</id><published>2011-02-09T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:34:39.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, SO Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5LSvGMII/AAAAAAAABsg/l1dADhBZjko/s1600/family+board+game.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5LSvGMII/AAAAAAAABsg/l1dADhBZjko/s1600/family+board+game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know if you remember, but a while ago I wrote a post about some  changes I was making in our home to make time for the most important  things.&amp;nbsp; If you happen to want to peruse it, it can be found &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;amp;postID=919823658757302455"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;  As a continuation of one of those goals (limiting our time with our  electronic friends), I proposed to Rob that we give up television for a  year so our family would spend more time doing quality activities  together.&amp;nbsp; I asked him to think about it for a while and get back to  me.&amp;nbsp; He wasn't ready for so drastic a change, so we compromised and came  up with a plan that has been working successfully for our family for 5  or 6 weeks now.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5SqORb-I/AAAAAAAABss/s2sBaldMmpo/s1600/horsey+ride.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5SqORb-I/AAAAAAAABss/s2sBaldMmpo/s1600/horsey+ride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our family keeps the television off Monday through Thursday every  week*.&amp;nbsp; We can watch movies (or TV) on Friday, Saturday and Sunday.&amp;nbsp;  Mondays through Thursdays have been really nice because we are spending  more time playing games and talking and the kids aren't doing their  homework with the TV on in the background, we're getting to bed  earlier and we're even finding more time for reading!&amp;nbsp; It has made it  easier to accomplish some of my other goals listed in the aforementioned  post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5OjVChiI/AAAAAAAABso/oz01VL6tAcc/s1600/girl+reading.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5OjVChiI/AAAAAAAABso/oz01VL6tAcc/s1600/girl+reading.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are certainly times when we would like to watch something (like when our favorite program is on), but for the most part it has been a great change for us.&amp;nbsp; We look forward to Friday night (the children proclaimed it 'Movie Night'), and we really consider what we're going to watch because our screen time is limited.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5HU8STQI/AAAAAAAABsY/sE5h88t2cWw/s1600/Family+TV.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5HU8STQI/AAAAAAAABsY/sE5h88t2cWw/s1600/Family+TV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next up: getting rid of the DS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Exception: Avery watches a video sometimes during the day when I need to get something done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1730232490242795189?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1730232490242795189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1730232490242795189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1730232490242795189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1730232490242795189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, SO Good'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVL5LSvGMII/AAAAAAAABsg/l1dADhBZjko/s72-c/family+board+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1618833797287390801</id><published>2011-02-09T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:54:36.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassionate Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLw0ZLJt0I/AAAAAAAABsQ/RpAd89w_Rn8/s1600/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLw0ZLJt0I/AAAAAAAABsQ/RpAd89w_Rn8/s400/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1618833797287390801?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1618833797287390801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1618833797287390801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1618833797287390801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1618833797287390801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/compassionate-acts.html' title='Compassionate Acts'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TVLw0ZLJt0I/AAAAAAAABsQ/RpAd89w_Rn8/s72-c/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6502067515461315674</id><published>2011-02-07T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:02:01.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some pictures from December 2010...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_2P4HlDI/AAAAAAAABq4/TQ7O7RaaM_E/s1600/Dec+2010+%252872%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_2P4HlDI/AAAAAAAABq4/TQ7O7RaaM_E/s320/Dec+2010+%252872%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie and Olivia made this Elf costume out of red felt and things that were laying around.&amp;nbsp; They are so creative!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_YAoMzqI/AAAAAAAABqw/7qd0NJx1fbE/s1600/Dec+2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_YAoMzqI/AAAAAAAABqw/7qd0NJx1fbE/s320/Dec+2010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who wouldn't want a pair of these glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_nqaSizI/AAAAAAAABq0/76gDEiZEpMQ/s1600/Dec+2010+%252869%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_nqaSizI/AAAAAAAABq0/76gDEiZEpMQ/s320/Dec+2010+%252869%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_2P4HlDI/AAAAAAAABq4/TQ7O7RaaM_E/s1600/Dec+2010+%252872%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie's miniature violin recital for the Jackson side of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_-5uwrPI/AAAAAAAABq8/HjgS9nwxOb8/s1600/Dec+2010+%252878%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_-5uwrPI/AAAAAAAABq8/HjgS9nwxOb8/s320/Dec+2010+%252878%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery loves his daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAF2KvBWI/AAAAAAAABrA/jJdQ0POmLAQ/s1600/Dec+2010+%252881%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAF2KvBWI/AAAAAAAABrA/jJdQ0POmLAQ/s320/Dec+2010+%252881%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie is great at entertaining her baby brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAO849aII/AAAAAAAABrE/Y0SI6JCPek8/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528108%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAO849aII/AAAAAAAABrE/Y0SI6JCPek8/s320/Dec+2010+%2528108%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just sweet.&amp;nbsp; Olivia and Avery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAXo98doI/AAAAAAAABrI/PrEbILf8_5Q/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528109%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUUAXo98doI/AAAAAAAABrI/PrEbILf8_5Q/s320/Dec+2010+%2528109%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6502067515461315674?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6502067515461315674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6502067515461315674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6502067515461315674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6502067515461315674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT_2P4HlDI/AAAAAAAABq4/TQ7O7RaaM_E/s72-c/Dec+2010+%252872%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2429532894668080783</id><published>2011-02-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:32:00.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds was a Fine Back-Up Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, my sister Jenn and her family, my sister Aubrey and her kids, my mom, my kids and I all waited in line to see Megamind, but just before we got to the ticket counter it SOLD OUT! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There wasn't another child-appropriate show for some time, so we debated many options and finally settled on dinner at McDonald's and playing at the Play Place. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT42rK2v8I/AAAAAAAABqc/IkzqLsvblho/s1600/P1060093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT42rK2v8I/AAAAAAAABqc/IkzqLsvblho/s320/P1060093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT47GOCTxI/AAAAAAAABqg/KxD0t41JTLc/s1600/P1060116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT47GOCTxI/AAAAAAAABqg/KxD0t41JTLc/s320/P1060116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think this boy is so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT4_W_2PII/AAAAAAAABqk/K_Z_MyL5Zxk/s1600/P1060123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT4_W_2PII/AAAAAAAABqk/K_Z_MyL5Zxk/s320/P1060123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom, helping Avery climb and Noah (Jenn's son) playing with Max (Aubrey's son).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT5EVZMZaI/AAAAAAAABqo/_k0f9RtFpG4/s1600/P1060153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT5EVZMZaI/AAAAAAAABqo/_k0f9RtFpG4/s320/P1060153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Above) My nephews (Aubrey's boys) Josh, at the top of the slide, and Max, sliding down.&amp;nbsp; 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Avery on their way out to play in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0BC3X2GI/AAAAAAAABqM/haNS9oOWgPA/s1600/2011+Jan+%252841%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0BC3X2GI/AAAAAAAABqM/haNS9oOWgPA/s320/2011+Jan+%252841%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTz-XqlVMI/AAAAAAAABqI/qdUf9v93ulQ/s1600/2011+Jan+%252842%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our yard has several small hills that the kids enjoy sledding down.&amp;nbsp; They are beastly to mow in the summer, but provide much enjoyment in the winter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTz-XqlVMI/AAAAAAAABqI/qdUf9v93ulQ/s1600/2011+Jan+%252842%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTz-XqlVMI/AAAAAAAABqI/qdUf9v93ulQ/s320/2011+Jan+%252842%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia has become a wonderful caregiver and friend to Avery since she has been at home with us these past few months.&amp;nbsp; He treats her like his second mother and she is learning so many skills that will benefit her when she is a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0Hlxn54I/AAAAAAAABqQ/V2ynE00-9Vo/s1600/2011+Jan+%252850%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0Hlxn54I/AAAAAAAABqQ/V2ynE00-9Vo/s320/2011+Jan+%252850%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery LOVES his pockets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0LQhxuXI/AAAAAAAABqU/tszaGS5E-1k/s1600/2011+Jan+%252852%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0LQhxuXI/AAAAAAAABqU/tszaGS5E-1k/s320/2011+Jan+%252852%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex, as he reached the bottom of the hill on the snow board.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0Qa-bOUI/AAAAAAAABqY/XbrM9Cz21_g/s1600/2011+Jan+%252849%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0Qa-bOUI/AAAAAAAABqY/XbrM9Cz21_g/s320/2011+Jan+%252849%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2177302888043346692?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2177302888043346692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2177302888043346692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2177302888043346692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2177302888043346692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-fun.html' title='SNOW Fun!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUT0BC3X2GI/AAAAAAAABqM/haNS9oOWgPA/s72-c/2011+Jan+%252841%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-608906622416416266</id><published>2011-02-03T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:01:01.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At dinner the other night, we were talking about how Olivia is just naturally funny and Alex turned to her and said, "I wonder if Mom and Dad were funny". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTx8hQHpAI/AAAAAAAABqE/IQThU4S1xIc/s1600/Dec+2010+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTx8hQHpAI/AAAAAAAABqE/IQThU4S1xIc/s320/Dec+2010+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It struck Rob and I as absolutely hilarious that he could not fathom us being funny either now or long, long ago when we were young!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-608906622416416266?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/608906622416416266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=608906622416416266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/608906622416416266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/608906622416416266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTx8hQHpAI/AAAAAAAABqE/IQThU4S1xIc/s72-c/Dec+2010+%25285%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-4954469093918039520</id><published>2011-02-02T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:52:16.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ton of Pictures of My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTtyltRjqI/AAAAAAAABpo/wAr-1VnXDcw/s1600/2011+Jan+%252857%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTtyltRjqI/AAAAAAAABpo/wAr-1VnXDcw/s320/2011+Jan+%252857%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery LOVES Little People.&amp;nbsp; Especially the old-fashioned kind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTt27bB6OI/AAAAAAAABps/RCWt74XNbAM/s1600/2011+Jan+%252860%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTt27bB6OI/AAAAAAAABps/RCWt74XNbAM/s320/2011+Jan+%252860%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;His primary love is anything with wheels.&amp;nbsp; He is rarely caught without a wheeled vehicle in his hands or pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTt84FNbAI/AAAAAAAABpw/etLIvV7quTw/s1600/2011+Jan+%252863%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTt84FNbAI/AAAAAAAABpw/etLIvV7quTw/s320/2011+Jan+%252863%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia, Avery and Emma playing "Musical Chairs" at my mom's house.&amp;nbsp; They found that it is much more fun to play with enough chairs for all of them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTuGQgX2XI/AAAAAAAABp4/i-ucNw08_ig/s1600/2011+Jan+%252833%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTuGQgX2XI/AAAAAAAABp4/i-ucNw08_ig/s320/2011+Jan+%252833%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Below) This is the face I got when I asked Avery to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTuJaVu3dI/AAAAAAAABp8/fc17uukarzg/s1600/2011+Jan+%252839%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTuJaVu3dI/AAAAAAAABp8/fc17uukarzg/s320/2011+Jan+%252839%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery usually calls Alex, "Brother" instead of Alex.&amp;nbsp; When he does say "Alex" it sounds more like "Alet",.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyW8DpvVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lEuSeDPSWgY/s1600/DSCF7035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyW8DpvVI/AAAAAAAABrQ/lEuSeDPSWgY/s320/DSCF7035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery with his baby, monkey, car, sippy cup and blankie tag.&amp;nbsp; Some of his favorite things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyfTcJTBI/AAAAAAAABrU/P4S3xDlGea8/s1600/DSCF7091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyfTcJTBI/AAAAAAAABrU/P4S3xDlGea8/s320/DSCF7091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just a funny pose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyvYa8njI/AAAAAAAABrY/tJAQBM83cD8/s1600/P1050379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtyvYa8njI/AAAAAAAABrY/tJAQBM83cD8/s320/P1050379.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Naked baby likes to "swim" in the tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUty8NBQRXI/AAAAAAAABrc/DAZAJoaBYb4/s1600/P1050399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUty8NBQRXI/AAAAAAAABrc/DAZAJoaBYb4/s320/P1050399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery likes to cart Olivia's doll around.&amp;nbsp; If she likes it, it must be good, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzJfUz_GI/AAAAAAAABrg/iEEehWrneaY/s1600/P1050406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzJfUz_GI/AAAAAAAABrg/iEEehWrneaY/s320/P1050406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtz0Xo152I/AAAAAAAABrw/_QVKkSK5I9I/s1600/P1050433.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtz0Xo152I/AAAAAAAABrw/_QVKkSK5I9I/s320/P1050433.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A man on a mission:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzUjeY-2I/AAAAAAAABrk/jSg8ClPQVm0/s1600/P1050409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzUjeY-2I/AAAAAAAABrk/jSg8ClPQVm0/s320/P1050409.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trying to make a silly face:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzfBCzBYI/AAAAAAAABro/9-BxO4-MUJ4/s1600/P1050411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzfBCzBYI/AAAAAAAABro/9-BxO4-MUJ4/s320/P1050411.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My family was so tan in the summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzr0Y-EUI/AAAAAAAABrs/w90KD9dro1A/s1600/P1050432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtzr0Y-EUI/AAAAAAAABrs/w90KD9dro1A/s320/P1050432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Jenny reading Avery his new book about trucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtz-Oc6zAI/AAAAAAAABr0/D3xnZTIvmZA/s1600/P1050440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUtz-Oc6zAI/AAAAAAAABr0/D3xnZTIvmZA/s320/P1050440.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alex doing his homework on a make-shift desk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0LDvT8QI/AAAAAAAABr4/l4_CpCCivJI/s1600/P1050459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0LDvT8QI/AAAAAAAABr4/l4_CpCCivJI/s320/P1050459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uncle Steve can always be counted on to make the kids (and adults) laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0aJ-YSPI/AAAAAAAABr8/iZToC6Dh_bA/s1600/P1050467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0aJ-YSPI/AAAAAAAABr8/iZToC6Dh_bA/s320/P1050467.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My baby and I at my sister Jenn's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0o9OJ0BI/AAAAAAAABsA/bTkpWBo7p-I/s1600/P1050478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0o9OJ0BI/AAAAAAAABsA/bTkpWBo7p-I/s320/P1050478.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Check out those eyelashes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0-pCa87I/AAAAAAAABsE/oY1T48zDscY/s1600/P1050481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt0-pCa87I/AAAAAAAABsE/oY1T48zDscY/s320/P1050481.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little poser.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt1N2DBIaI/AAAAAAAABsI/NWmb9oazPvc/s1600/P1050495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt1N2DBIaI/AAAAAAAABsI/NWmb9oazPvc/s320/P1050495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie loaned him her jacket.&amp;nbsp; Just a wee bit big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt1etGN8iI/AAAAAAAABsM/P9xw6cY6tdA/s1600/P1050493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUt1etGN8iI/AAAAAAAABsM/P9xw6cY6tdA/s320/P1050493.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4954469093918039520?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4954469093918039520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4954469093918039520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4954469093918039520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4954469093918039520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-baby-boy.html' title='A Ton of Pictures of My Baby'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTtyltRjqI/AAAAAAAABpo/wAr-1VnXDcw/s72-c/2011+Jan+%252857%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6210641372037275739</id><published>2011-02-01T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T10:08:13.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Loves You?</title><content type='html'>While rocking my little Avery a couple of weeks ago I said, "Mommy Loves you. Do you know who else loves you?"&amp;nbsp; I was anticipating a response like "Daddy" or "Jesus", but with only a moment's hesitation, he responded, "Melanie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTpkvwgfJI/AAAAAAAABpg/53e1ixOAQg4/s1600/2011+Jan+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTpkvwgfJI/AAAAAAAABpg/53e1ixOAQg4/s320/2011+Jan+%25283%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Avery has been in speech therapy since about September through the Early Intervention program in Davis School District.&amp;nbsp; Melanie Kieffer was assigned as his speech therapist.&amp;nbsp; She comes to our home twice a month and works (plays) with him for 45 minutes and he has fallen quite "in love" with her! &amp;nbsp; He loves when she comes to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also participating in an 8-week music class (which Melanie conducts) with several children and their moms to aid in speech and other kinds of development.&amp;nbsp; The music class is a highlight of Avery's week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that small children love the people who regularly take time to just sit and play with them or read them stories.&amp;nbsp; So, if you're looking for the affection of young children, take time out to sit and play with them and your efforts will rarely be without reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6210641372037275739?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6210641372037275739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6210641372037275739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6210641372037275739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6210641372037275739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/02/who-loves-you.html' title='Who Loves You?'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTpkvwgfJI/AAAAAAAABpg/53e1ixOAQg4/s72-c/2011+Jan+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7435798343405172640</id><published>2011-01-30T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:50:31.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of sickness!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about Strep-throat, but it LOVES our family this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had strep 10 times this year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rob&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nat&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 3x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 0x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 0x&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every time one person recovers, another one comes down with it.&amp;nbsp; I don't know what I'll do when I don't get to see my pharmacist every other week!&amp;nbsp; Although it is a real pain every time someone comes down with it, we are so grateful for antibiotics!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An added complexity is that Rob has strep-induced psoriasis.&amp;nbsp; When he gets strep his psoriasis flares up, then it takes 6+ weeks to recover.&amp;nbsp; The last time he got strep was just before Thanksgiving and his entire body is still - 2 months later - covered with large, red, itchy sores.&amp;nbsp; I would estimate that 40% of his body is covered in red spots of skin that is regenerating at 6 times its normal rate. This "outbreak" is so much worse than the last time; I'm really worried about him getting strep again and I feel really bad for him because he's so uncomfortable and will likely live with this for the rest of his life.&amp;nbsp; His doctor said that the medicine to prevent him from getting strep is $300/month and insurance won't pay for it, so we have to settle with treating it.&amp;nbsp; And get this: the best way to get rid of the psoriasis is to increase sun exposure (or tanning), but Rob has already had tons of pre-cancer spots, so additional sun exposure may create another problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that happy note, cross your fingers that strep will stay away for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-7435798343405172640?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7435798343405172640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=7435798343405172640&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7435798343405172640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7435798343405172640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-sick-of-sickness.html' title='I&apos;m sick of sickness!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5283410043837993780</id><published>2011-01-29T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:29:28.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading the Book of Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTo8poUrZI/AAAAAAAABpU/uwnt0dZjqUE/s1600/scriptures4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTo8poUrZI/AAAAAAAABpU/uwnt0dZjqUE/s1600/scriptures4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aside from the obvious benefit of learning the lessons contained within the scriptures, I want to attest to the peace that comes into a home where scripture study is a part of daily (or every-other-day, as is sometimes the case) life.&amp;nbsp; When we read together we have the Spirit in our home.&amp;nbsp; When we don't, the kids argue more and I have less patience.&amp;nbsp; Definitely worth half an hour!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-5283410043837993780?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5283410043837993780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=5283410043837993780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5283410043837993780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5283410043837993780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/reading-book-of-mormon.html' title='Reading the Book of Mormon'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TUTo8poUrZI/AAAAAAAABpU/uwnt0dZjqUE/s72-c/scriptures4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2562317772319900877</id><published>2011-01-29T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:16:50.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT-CbTDbTwI/AAAAAAAABpM/PC0a7_h1cO0/s1600/Hourglass+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT-CbTDbTwI/AAAAAAAABpM/PC0a7_h1cO0/s1600/Hourglass+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am a believer that one should accept the opportunity that a new year presents to set personal goals.&amp;nbsp; This is such a good way for me to "try a little harder to be a little better".&amp;nbsp; This year I have set a goal to work on family history for a minimum of 4 hours every week.&amp;nbsp; So far it's been easy to pass the 4-hour mark because once I get started I can hardly make myself stop.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; I've set aside Thursday mornings for this.&amp;nbsp; I did very little family history last year and simply must make time for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT-DaWztPII/AAAAAAAABpQ/9idPvnO6vww/s1600/Genealogy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT-DaWztPII/AAAAAAAABpQ/9idPvnO6vww/s1600/Genealogy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2562317772319900877?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2562317772319900877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2562317772319900877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2562317772319900877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2562317772319900877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT-CbTDbTwI/AAAAAAAABpM/PC0a7_h1cO0/s72-c/Hourglass+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2340073620705201314</id><published>2011-01-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:08:18.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Loathing" doesn't quite describe Alex's feelings about school</title><content type='html'>Alex cracked me up the other day when I was trying to get him to get ready for school.&amp;nbsp; As part of his stalling tactics, he tried this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I'm saving all my cooperation for tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try, kid, but you're going to school and you're going to get ready NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex doesn't like school.&amp;nbsp; He thinks we have no regard for his happiness because we insist he continue second grade.&amp;nbsp; We negotiated in the first term when he was refusing to go to school all the time and told him he could have two days off school every term without us hassling him about it if he promised to go to school the other days.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say he never makes it past the first week of each term before his two days are "spent".&amp;nbsp; He stayed home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried incentives (aka bribing), giving restrictions (losing his DS for a month won't even get him to go when he's made up his mind), giving him a "day of work" (6.5 hours of hard labor), lecturing (does that ever work?), yelling (which only hurts his feelings), reminding him it's short day (still 4 and a half hours of torture!), telling him what exciting things are going on at school that day (that one never works) and teaching about how important it is that he be there (he's not buying that one, either).&amp;nbsp; He simply doesn't care what the consequence, it is not as bad as going to school.&amp;nbsp; He has even offered to be our personal slave all day long rather than go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second term he had 13 tardies, which would seem like a real problem to most parents, but not to me.&amp;nbsp; To me that means that 13 times he begged not to go but ultimately relented!&amp;nbsp; He was only absent 4 days this term, one of which was because he was sick.&amp;nbsp; BUT, nearly every school day we have to work really hard to get him there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for him.&amp;nbsp; I can't imagine hating school, knowing I have at least 10 more years of it ahead of me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;So if you see my little Alex at the school, flash him a smile and give him an encouraging word because he'd rather be &lt;i&gt;anywhere &lt;/i&gt;but there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; We love his school teacher and don't feel that his not wanting to go to school has anything directly to do with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2340073620705201314?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2340073620705201314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2340073620705201314&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2340073620705201314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2340073620705201314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/loathing-doesnt-quite-describe-alexs.html' title='&quot;Loathing&quot; doesn&apos;t quite describe Alex&apos;s feelings about school'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-3355192381298094770</id><published>2011-01-25T16:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:20:14.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Something</title><content type='html'>I love this quote that I found on a postcard at the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; It is a good reminder that each one of us can (and should) &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;find a way to do something to end the suffering of another human being&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't need to be elaborate to make a significant difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT9ZrDvP3iI/AAAAAAAABpI/cVbBiBfua8s/s1600/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT9ZrDvP3iI/AAAAAAAABpI/cVbBiBfua8s/s320/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0001.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case it's difficult to read, this is what it says: "Always hold firmly to the thought that each one of us can do something to bring some portion of misery to an end."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-3355192381298094770?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3355192381298094770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=3355192381298094770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3355192381298094770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3355192381298094770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-something.html' title='Do Something'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TT9ZrDvP3iI/AAAAAAAABpI/cVbBiBfua8s/s72-c/Holocaust+Museum+quote_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2787410253665585703</id><published>2010-12-27T23:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:43:40.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stockings were hung...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-e4rqvSI/AAAAAAAABn4/bEO4i41AyNA/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528114%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-e4rqvSI/AAAAAAAABn4/bEO4i41AyNA/s320/Dec+2010+%2528114%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got new stockings this year!&amp;nbsp; I've always wanted all matching stockings that were personlized and simply couldn't resist these!&amp;nbsp; They were quite reasonably priced at $15 (including embroidery).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year for my entire life we've celebrated Christmas Eve with my dad's side of the family.&amp;nbsp; Our family is too big for any one home, so we celebrate at a church now.&amp;nbsp; The following pictures were taken there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl99JEHnQI/AAAAAAAABno/qGwk1okGSCM/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528169%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl99JEHnQI/AAAAAAAABno/qGwk1okGSCM/s320/Dec+2010+%2528169%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alex, Avery and Asher beginning the kids' white elephant gift exchange:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-C513JVI/AAAAAAAABns/mN3iByTeN8s/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528173%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-C513JVI/AAAAAAAABns/mN3iByTeN8s/s320/Dec+2010+%2528173%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Below: This is Alex's prized white elephant gift.&amp;nbsp; The knob on the nose "winds up" the eyebrows and mustache so they move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-JZZIpzI/AAAAAAAABnw/0LIqEkf9El4/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528177%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-JZZIpzI/AAAAAAAABnw/0LIqEkf9El4/s320/Dec+2010+%2528177%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jenn and Fred were really excited about Avery's new trucks! (So was he.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-PN7SRkI/AAAAAAAABn0/6jiy4hWfaRw/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528180%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-PN7SRkI/AAAAAAAABn0/6jiy4hWfaRw/s320/Dec+2010+%2528180%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;After the Christmas Eve event with Grandma Baker, we went to Rob's parents' house and stayed the night there.&amp;nbsp; We open all our gifts there and his parents spoil us all nearly rotten.&amp;nbsp; Here is Olivia in a pile of presents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-mixXYPI/AAAAAAAABn8/EDGw6HfSrpI/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528184%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-mixXYPI/AAAAAAAABn8/EDGw6HfSrpI/s320/Dec+2010+%2528184%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie was soaking in the moment just prior to open her gifts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-tqsNbXI/AAAAAAAABoA/2RsxC169uSY/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528185%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-tqsNbXI/AAAAAAAABoA/2RsxC169uSY/s320/Dec+2010+%2528185%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandma Jackson helped Avery open his gifts and kept him entertained and happy.&amp;nbsp; He didn't sleep much without his own bed and was, consequently, less pleasant than his usual self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-y6HJybI/AAAAAAAABoE/QjqF5pXT4yg/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528188%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-y6HJybI/AAAAAAAABoE/QjqF5pXT4yg/s320/Dec+2010+%2528188%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ashlie and Alex tearing open their packages:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-5lvWTYI/AAAAAAAABoI/FQOlzWkRBXE/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528189%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-5lvWTYI/AAAAAAAABoI/FQOlzWkRBXE/s320/Dec+2010+%2528189%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia and Ashlie enjoying their gifts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-_CFsZMI/AAAAAAAABoM/untpYo0iX0c/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528201%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-_CFsZMI/AAAAAAAABoM/untpYo0iX0c/s320/Dec+2010+%2528201%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Jackson and Avery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_EvkBV9I/AAAAAAAABoQ/lnJdJ6-W8eQ/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528207%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_EvkBV9I/AAAAAAAABoQ/lnJdJ6-W8eQ/s320/Dec+2010+%2528207%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alex desperately wanted a remote-controlled helicopter.&amp;nbsp; It was broken within an hour or two.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_JvjgdDI/AAAAAAAABoU/DCuZN7eBkTM/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528208%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_JvjgdDI/AAAAAAAABoU/DCuZN7eBkTM/s320/Dec+2010+%2528208%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the way Avery crouched down&amp;nbsp; to be like Nick and Alex here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_RFi85kI/AAAAAAAABoY/9Pk4OdSvZS0/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528220%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_RFi85kI/AAAAAAAABoY/9Pk4OdSvZS0/s320/Dec+2010+%2528220%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avery got a baby doll for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I believe that kids (even boys) should learn to be nurturing and baby dolls are great for helping them learn to nurture.&amp;nbsp; He pretends to be the baby's daddy and it's super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_YBVV-kI/AAAAAAAABoc/f9dbfgF3SOo/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528223%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl_YBVV-kI/AAAAAAAABoc/f9dbfgF3SOo/s320/Dec+2010+%2528223%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the second year my side of the family has celebrated Christmas on the day following Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It makes Christmas day a little less hectic and prolongs Christmas a tiny bit longer.&amp;nbsp; Here are some pictures from our December 26 event.&amp;nbsp; Avery got this cute Snoopy puppet which he's been carting around ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEOwGB9LI/AAAAAAAABog/1-th-chNPko/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528149%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEOwGB9LI/AAAAAAAABog/1-th-chNPko/s320/Dec+2010+%2528149%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mom, the host of the Miller party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmETtmcw4I/AAAAAAAABok/FyNVcfA5QyU/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528148%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmETtmcw4I/AAAAAAAABok/FyNVcfA5QyU/s320/Dec+2010+%2528148%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia and her cousin, Emma, love their new pajamas that match their dolls'.&amp;nbsp; My mom got all the kids and grandkids new jammies for Christmas this year.&amp;nbsp; I always wanted new pajamas for Christmas and this year I got some!&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEYAk34NI/AAAAAAAABoo/IGGTa6J03_4/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528145%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEYAk34NI/AAAAAAAABoo/IGGTa6J03_4/s320/Dec+2010+%2528145%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just cute:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEcCl5RZI/AAAAAAAABos/cydGQahUgnc/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528143%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEcCl5RZI/AAAAAAAABos/cydGQahUgnc/s320/Dec+2010+%2528143%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My sister Aubrey, her son, Asher, and &lt;i&gt;Mario&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEiei_qSI/AAAAAAAABow/Ot6wE8hgK-0/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528141%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEiei_qSI/AAAAAAAABow/Ot6wE8hgK-0/s320/Dec+2010+%2528141%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My boys in their hats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEohEgyyI/AAAAAAAABo0/mf-anEfUsf4/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528138%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEohEgyyI/AAAAAAAABo0/mf-anEfUsf4/s320/Dec+2010+%2528138%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor little Ashlie came down with a fever immediately following present opening on Christmas day.&amp;nbsp; She was pretty miserable and had a high fever every time the Tylenol or Ibuprofen wore off.&amp;nbsp; Today I got her to the doctor and she has strep.&amp;nbsp; Here she is snuggling with Grandpa Miller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEw3NIrKI/AAAAAAAABo4/TjvscyJOfCQ/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528135%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmEw3NIrKI/AAAAAAAABo4/TjvscyJOfCQ/s320/Dec+2010+%2528135%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is some Crayola artwork my sister Jenny created to send to my nieces and nephew in South Carolina who couldn't be with their father, my brother, this year because his ex is completely unreasonable and wouldn't let them come for their court-designated Christmas visit early to take advantage of substantially lower travel expenses. They are too young to understand and he is heart-broken.&amp;nbsp; So are we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmE3XEafvI/AAAAAAAABo8/pgNJGHkuXV8/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528129%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmE3XEafvI/AAAAAAAABo8/pgNJGHkuXV8/s320/Dec+2010+%2528129%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;More just cute:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmE7yLWT3I/AAAAAAAABpA/K7GE4LgT3fc/s1600/Dec+2010+%2528127%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRmE7yLWT3I/AAAAAAAABpA/K7GE4LgT3fc/s320/Dec+2010+%2528127%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olivia and Emma helped with dishes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas 2010 was a lot of fun and we really enjoyed being with so many family members.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful that most of our relatives live so close!&amp;nbsp; We decided not to send out Christmas letters and pictures this year because I write on this blog now and it pretty much keeps people who want to know about our goings-on updated.&amp;nbsp; So don't feel bad that you didn't get a card or letter because I didn't send them to anyone.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably write a summary of the year and post it here some time in January when things slow down a bit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2787410253665585703?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2787410253665585703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2787410253665585703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2787410253665585703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2787410253665585703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TRl-e4rqvSI/AAAAAAAABn4/bEO4i41AyNA/s72-c/Dec+2010+%2528114%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-3380532812973716393</id><published>2010-12-15T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:46:50.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoken Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmnj2WuvaI/AAAAAAAABng/jJhQWXUMIZI/s1600/DSCF7026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmnj2WuvaI/AAAAAAAABng/jJhQWXUMIZI/s320/DSCF7026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was explaining to Olivia what it means to commit treasonous acts for a worksheet she was doing for home school.&amp;nbsp; After I finished explaining I left and she wrote down what she thought I said.&amp;nbsp; The next day when I was looking over her worksheet I found that she had written, "Could not have committed any trees in a sack".&amp;nbsp; I laughed out loud.&amp;nbsp; The whole time I was saying "Treasonous Acts" she was hearing "Trees in a sack".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-3380532812973716393?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3380532812973716393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=3380532812973716393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3380532812973716393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3380532812973716393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/spoken-language.html' title='Spoken Language'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmnj2WuvaI/AAAAAAAABng/jJhQWXUMIZI/s72-c/DSCF7026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7270046781339041857</id><published>2010-12-15T21:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:30:13.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlie's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZiMYLHvI/AAAAAAAABm8/lZbvzTrI9xk/s1600/P1050760.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZiMYLHvI/AAAAAAAABm8/lZbvzTrI9xk/s320/P1050760.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first-born - Ashlie McKenna Jackson - turned 12 years old on November 25.&amp;nbsp; She is so darn old and I can't believe it!&amp;nbsp; She was born the day before Thanksgiving in 1998, weighing 7 lbs 2 oz and measuring just right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water broke at 1:00 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I ate a bowl of cereal then woke Rob up to take me to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; He said he needed to have a shower so his hair would look good.&amp;nbsp; 'People will be taking pictures.'&amp;nbsp; So, I waited around (in labor) while he took a shower and blew his hair dry and styled it 'just so'.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;i&gt;Is it any wonder he went bald?&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we drove from our new house in Layton to our hospital and doctor in Logan (an hour drive).&amp;nbsp; I was in labor for 14 miserable, Pitocin-filled hours before Ashlie decided to make her debut.&amp;nbsp; Back then at Logan Regional Hospital you couldn't get an epidural until you were dilated to a '5', so most of those hours were without pain relief.&amp;nbsp; But it was all worth it; ever since that grand entrance she has been the light of our lives!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlie has had a great deal of personality since day one.&amp;nbsp; She was a naughty little toddler, always getting into things, but so cute I could never really be mad.&amp;nbsp; She was the most adorable 3- and 4-year-old who never tired of dress-ups and dancing and she has &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;loved having an audience.&amp;nbsp; She has always been very smart and has excelled in every grade at school, even now in an accelerated learning program.&amp;nbsp; She is spiritual beyond her years and has a strong testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints already.&amp;nbsp; She is artistic and organized and is a wonderful older sister to Olivia, Alex and Avery.&amp;nbsp; We have loved watching Ashlie transform from our adorable baby girl into a beautiful young woman (inside and out) and can't wait to watch her grow even older and enter additional stages in her life.&amp;nbsp; Ashlie, we love you and are so grateful that you are a part of our family!!!&amp;nbsp; We are so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie has loved going to Young Women's the last couple of weeks and now she can wear makeup without having to put it on at school (&lt;i&gt;as if I didn't know!&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are TONS of pictures from her 3 birthday parties:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the party at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Jacksons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmV7qqtsLI/AAAAAAAABmc/NvcfUq7iOtY/s1600/P1050682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmV7qqtsLI/AAAAAAAABmc/NvcfUq7iOtY/s320/P1050682.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie's Aunt Christine, Uncle Scott, Cousins Nick and Megan and little bro., Avery: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWJzytrUI/AAAAAAAABmg/GtsZXf0UAU8/s1600/P1050686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWJzytrUI/AAAAAAAABmg/GtsZXf0UAU8/s320/P1050686.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Jackson with little Avery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmVvbNBEhI/AAAAAAAABmY/jdkQYpE3Ubg/s1600/P1050677.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmVvbNBEhI/AAAAAAAABmY/jdkQYpE3Ubg/s320/P1050677.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Ashlie's friend party:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWTkHqTTI/AAAAAAAABmk/UiD_SBnseWo/s1600/P1050707.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWTkHqTTI/AAAAAAAABmk/UiD_SBnseWo/s320/P1050707.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made this cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWlZhxz4I/AAAAAAAABmo/STcjeCVSQK0/s1600/P1050710.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWlZhxz4I/AAAAAAAABmo/STcjeCVSQK0/s320/P1050710.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twister championships took place at our house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWyQVfREI/AAAAAAAABms/W7dFPvKifNE/s1600/P1050722.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmWyQVfREI/AAAAAAAABms/W7dFPvKifNE/s320/P1050722.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't she beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmW_Yw2XbI/AAAAAAAABmw/K6MgpmFizFo/s1600/P1050740.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmW_Yw2XbI/AAAAAAAABmw/K6MgpmFizFo/s320/P1050740.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlie was super nice to let her siblings stay through her party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmXM6NJxwI/AAAAAAAABm0/d15d6vsFlr4/s1600/P1050741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmXM6NJxwI/AAAAAAAABm0/d15d6vsFlr4/s320/P1050741.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmXYfITMeI/AAAAAAAABm4/hm1AohIlwro/s1600/P1050742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmXYfITMeI/AAAAAAAABm4/hm1AohIlwro/s320/P1050742.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From Ashlie's Miller birthday party at Justin &amp;amp; Krista's on Thanksgiving Day (her actual birthday):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZiMYLHvI/AAAAAAAABm8/lZbvzTrI9xk/s1600/P1050760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZzEFFmmI/AAAAAAAABnA/dJhAah81kqM/s1600/P1050766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZzEFFmmI/AAAAAAAABnA/dJhAah81kqM/s320/P1050766.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Aubrey &amp;amp; Uncle Steve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmaIzd6fnI/AAAAAAAABnE/FM27zBBq-mc/s1600/P1050769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmaIzd6fnI/AAAAAAAABnE/FM27zBBq-mc/s320/P1050769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grandpa Miller &amp;amp; Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmaYUUbMZI/AAAAAAAABnI/NCUBOkMUBJI/s1600/P1050775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmaYUUbMZI/AAAAAAAABnI/NCUBOkMUBJI/s320/P1050775.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Krista - host extraordinaire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmannD5dEI/AAAAAAAABnM/9DzL3Zmp_sE/s1600/P1050782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmannD5dEI/AAAAAAAABnM/9DzL3Zmp_sE/s320/P1050782.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQma3vI32UI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vvkToFtaG0A/s1600/P1050788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQma3vI32UI/AAAAAAAABnQ/vvkToFtaG0A/s320/P1050788.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kids put on a show, complete with costumes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmbLBJuqPI/AAAAAAAABnU/0Zd23gM5BrM/s1600/P1050753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmbLBJuqPI/AAAAAAAABnU/0Zd23gM5BrM/s320/P1050753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Asher, Alex &amp;amp; Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmbhLRATQI/AAAAAAAABnY/GninDcbdhv4/s1600/P1050758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmbhLRATQI/AAAAAAAABnY/GninDcbdhv4/s320/P1050758.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uncle Justin took one of the turkeys somewhere to be smoked.&amp;nbsp; I understand it was very tasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmb1WRQPmI/AAAAAAAABnc/lz7ARMzdyhw/s1600/P1050776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmb1WRQPmI/AAAAAAAABnc/lz7ARMzdyhw/s320/P1050776.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So dang cute! (I'll post about his scraped up face later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-7270046781339041857?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7270046781339041857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=7270046781339041857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7270046781339041857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7270046781339041857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/ashlies-birthday.html' title='Ashlie&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmZiMYLHvI/AAAAAAAABm8/lZbvzTrI9xk/s72-c/P1050760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-3915269354214697620</id><published>2010-12-15T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:07:24.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Today is my mom's birthday!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmLI6blm7I/AAAAAAAABmA/ToUpwahzXpU/s1600/Grandma+Max.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmLI6blm7I/AAAAAAAABmA/ToUpwahzXpU/s1600/Grandma+Max.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmKggOFS-I/AAAAAAAABl8/vn6F6GPIP3w/s1600/P1040746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmKggOFS-I/AAAAAAAABl8/vn6F6GPIP3w/s320/P1040746.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some of my favorite things about my mom:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's not afraid to try new things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's always learning new things (she's way more computer-savvy than I am!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is always willing to help when asked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has let many of us kids and our families live with her at different times in our adult lives.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She feeds us dinner whenever we're there near dinnertime and about once a month on Sundays.&amp;nbsp; It's quite a production to feed that many people.&amp;nbsp; And she's an AWESOME cook.&amp;nbsp; She can always whip something up even when there is next to nothing in the pantry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She made soup for my Primary dinner so I wouldn't have to!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She plays games with her grandkids and listens to what they have to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's grateful when people help her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She doesn't set her heart on material things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's an amazing teacher - right now she teaches Gospel Doctrine (Old Testament) and she has always been a great Relief Society teacher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's a hard worker.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's interested in and has spent a lot of time working on family history. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She plans activities for the kids and grandkids to do together for family bonding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sure there are many, many more things I can list, but I've got to get Avery down for his nap now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks for being so wonderful, Mom.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad you're my mom and that you raised me the way you did.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for the part you play in my childrens' lives and for raising me in the gospel.&amp;nbsp; You're the BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmLI6blm7I/AAAAAAAABmA/ToUpwahzXpU/s1600/Grandma+Max.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmMbwxw4PI/AAAAAAAABmE/yd7XFhSJGdg/s1600/P1020779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmMbwxw4PI/AAAAAAAABmE/yd7XFhSJGdg/s320/P1020779.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQmNTck2oKI/AAAAAAAABmI/RmqcGQLgf8I/s1600/P1030313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQECR18KX_I/AAAAAAAABl4/R2PAPwCISU8/s1600/Boat+businessman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQECR18KX_I/AAAAAAAABl4/R2PAPwCISU8/s1600/Boat+businessman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  story is told of a small boat owner whose business consists of taking wealthy tourists out on day-long fishing expeditions in his boat. He loves the ocean, the sky, the relaxed activity of fishing, and meeting new and interesting people each day. Near the end of one such happy day his happy client, an accomplished businessman, tells him that he should get another boat, double his income, and eventually grow his business into several boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Why would I want to do that?" he asks. The businessman replies: "So you can make a lot more money!" "Why would I want to make a lot more money--especially since with all those boats I'd have to hire and train and supervise other tour guides, run a payroll and manage a thousand other details?" the boat owner inquires. "Well, that's how you grow your  business," the executive says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why would I want to grow my business?" the man persists. A little exasperated, the business leader explains: "Then you can invest, earn a lot of money, and have the freedom to do what you want!" The client's words hang in the air as he finally absorbs the obvious truth. The small entrepreneur smiles and says, "That is what I already do every  day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of us have all the elements of a truly ideal life available to us right in our homes--but fail to notice because we are consistently in search of ... something&lt;i&gt; ... else&lt;/i&gt;? What if  you couldn't have anything more/different than you do right now? Would you be happy? Could you be? Or more to the point, how would you alter your approach so that what you have right now would make you the happiest person alive? Is there any chance that everything you need to live your dream life is right there in your home and family right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This post was written, in its entirety, by Oliver DeMille, but the original title is "The Parable of the Fisherman".&amp;nbsp; &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/1177689956916747163-3629171375286022824?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3629171375286022824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=3629171375286022824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3629171375286022824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/3629171375286022824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/12/parable-of-fisherman-by-oliver-demille.html' title='Expanding Your Business'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TQECR18KX_I/AAAAAAAABl4/R2PAPwCISU8/s72-c/Boat+businessman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-305867394523066555</id><published>2010-12-06T15:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:02:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TO2QQglkqeI/AAAAAAAABlg/0EFg3YNzKwM/s1600/P1050245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TO2QQglkqeI/AAAAAAAABlg/0EFg3YNzKwM/s320/P1050245.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is such a funny kid.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of the things he has said recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather stay home and throw up than go to school."&lt;br /&gt;(The poor child hates school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: "For Christmas I want a hug from Santa; that way I could see him."&lt;br /&gt;Olivia: "No one sees Santa."&lt;br /&gt;Alex: "I guess I'll be the first one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl that sits next to me at school doesn't like the smell of the chapstick you gave me.&amp;nbsp; Here.&amp;nbsp; You can have it back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4087664762030489581?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4087664762030489581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4087664762030489581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4087664762030489581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4087664762030489581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/alex-isms.html' title='Alex-isms'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TO2QQglkqeI/AAAAAAAABlg/0EFg3YNzKwM/s72-c/P1050245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-4829197071862906518</id><published>2010-11-02T15:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T09:34:44.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you still need to get your shoes on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TNB-u196kbI/AAAAAAAABlc/KNBNJ5frt3o/s1600/jesus-with-children-0405-150x150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TNB-u196kbI/AAAAAAAABlc/KNBNJ5frt3o/s1600/jesus-with-children-0405-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was speculating with my kids the other day about when Jesus Christ will come to earth again.&amp;nbsp; Olivia said she thinks he's coming in 30 years (based on a scripture story that reminded her of the world right now that was 30 years before Christ's first coming) so she thought she would be 40 years old.&amp;nbsp; I asked if she would be ready then.&amp;nbsp; She and Ashlie both seemed to think they would be.&amp;nbsp; I asked if they would be ready if He came in just 5 years, when they were 15 and 17.&amp;nbsp; Their eyes got wide and they looked uncertain.&amp;nbsp; Just then Alex piped in, "I'm ready right now.&amp;nbsp; Well, except I need to get my shoes on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=2&amp;amp;searchseqstart=82&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=82&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;Primary song (click on 'Primary Song' to hear it)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder, when He comes again, will herald angels sing?&lt;br /&gt;Will earth be white with drifted snow, or will the world know spring?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if one star will shine, far brighter than the rest?&lt;br /&gt;Will daylight stay the whole night through?&amp;nbsp; Will songbirds leave their nest?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure He'll call his little ones to gather round His knee,&lt;br /&gt;because He said in days gone by, 'suffer them to come to me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder, when He comes again, will I be ready then?&lt;br /&gt;To look upon His loving face, and join with Him in prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Each day I'll try to do His will and let my light so shine,&lt;br /&gt;that others seeing me may seek for greater light divine.&lt;br /&gt;Then when that blessed day is here, He'll love me and He'll say,&lt;br /&gt;'You've served me well, my little child, come unto my arms to stay!'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4829197071862906518?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4829197071862906518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4829197071862906518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4829197071862906518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4829197071862906518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-still-need-to-get-your-shoes-on.html' title='Do you still need to get your shoes on?'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TNB-u196kbI/AAAAAAAABlc/KNBNJ5frt3o/s72-c/jesus-with-children-0405-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-822229455530498269</id><published>2010-11-01T21:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:04:00.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-NGhFvNPI/AAAAAAAABlU/cnCOqkkwbxQ/s1600/canadian+flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-NGhFvNPI/AAAAAAAABlU/cnCOqkkwbxQ/s1600/canadian+flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My in-laws are from Canada (Sarnia, Ontario), so we celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving with them on the Sunday closest to Columbus Day in October (also the Sunday closest to my birthday).&amp;nbsp; They go to Tucson, Arizona every year for American Thanksgiving, which makes it so we don't have to alternate going to Rob's side of the family one year and mine the next.&amp;nbsp; It works out well for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FOR1vCyI/AAAAAAAABlM/iky1lDTQXac/s1600/DSCF7015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FOR1vCyI/AAAAAAAABlM/iky1lDTQXac/s320/DSCF7015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law always makes a full turkey dinner as well as cabbage rolls, a dish passed down from generation to generation.&amp;nbsp; She also makes them on Christmas day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Scott, Christine (Rob's sister), Megan (their daughter), Joanne, me, Rob, Harv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FULhLPhI/AAAAAAAABlQ/oIvCpOoi51I/s1600/DSCF7013.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FULhLPhI/AAAAAAAABlQ/oIvCpOoi51I/s320/DSCF7013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids: Alex, Ashlie, Avery, Olivia &amp;amp; Nick (not a lot of cousins on this side of the family!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FJ-JtgDI/AAAAAAAABlI/L8YZYsyLe3I/s1600/DSCF7009.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FJ-JtgDI/AAAAAAAABlI/L8YZYsyLe3I/s320/DSCF7009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob's dad built this playset (with Nick's help!) for the kids to play on when they're visiting Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa Jackson.&amp;nbsp; He did a marvelous job and the kids LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; There is a sandbox and he even put handles to help Avery climb the ladder! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FJ-JtgDI/AAAAAAAABlI/L8YZYsyLe3I/s1600/DSCF7009.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FBe2xUJI/AAAAAAAABlA/kB42yt-Bvbw/s1600/DSCF7006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FBe2xUJI/AAAAAAAABlA/kB42yt-Bvbw/s320/DSCF7006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TM-FFtS7jMI/AAAAAAAABlE/H5KmTFT20rA/s1600/DSCF7007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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We had a great day together and came home closer than we were when we left, which was the primary purpose of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz40-MEubI/AAAAAAAABkE/oLEG63fPvbY/s1600/DSCF7093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We went to First Dam, ate a picnic of Subway sandwiches, then fed the ducks there and played with the soccer ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz44cszhOI/AAAAAAAABkI/Ewsn7GbXsYA/s1600/DSCF7094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz44cszhOI/AAAAAAAABkI/Ewsn7GbXsYA/s320/DSCF7094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz40-MEubI/AAAAAAAABkE/oLEG63fPvbY/s1600/DSCF7093.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5Cdgi9wI/AAAAAAAABkU/_Rwxw5OVc-U/s1600/DSCF7106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5Cdgi9wI/AAAAAAAABkU/_Rwxw5OVc-U/s320/DSCF7106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5GIMVV_I/AAAAAAAABkY/3Td3BWzUF7I/s1600/DSCF7110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5GIMVV_I/AAAAAAAABkY/3Td3BWzUF7I/s320/DSCF7110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia slept the whole way home, clutching the souvenir we bought at a consignment shop on our way out of town.&amp;nbsp; We also stopped at an awesome antique shop that was SO much fun (except for trying to keep Avery from touching things!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5Tb_X7PI/AAAAAAAABko/Py_h7btcCVQ/s1600/DSCF7139.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5Tb_X7PI/AAAAAAAABko/Py_h7btcCVQ/s320/DSCF7139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Avery was all tuckered out by the end of the day and slept the whole way home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5MnIo_uI/AAAAAAAABkg/UnOgfK5vpMg/s1600/DSCF7130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5MnIo_uI/AAAAAAAABkg/UnOgfK5vpMg/s320/DSCF7130.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;One of the things we went to see: fall leaves changing colors in Sardine canyon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5QCghimI/AAAAAAAABkk/6CWixnDiWUY/s1600/DSCF7132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5QCghimI/AAAAAAAABkk/6CWixnDiWUY/s320/DSCF7132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Our first stop was the Logan temple.&amp;nbsp; I love this temple because it looks like a castle.&amp;nbsp; It's a pity I've never been inside this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5ZC0FypI/AAAAAAAABks/qe-vtE-loMw/s1600/P1050450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5ZC0FypI/AAAAAAAABks/qe-vtE-loMw/s320/P1050450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't leave Logan without eating some famous Aggie ice cream!&amp;nbsp; I almost forgot to take a picture of that stop, so it was taken right before we got in the car. I also stopped at all 4 of the apartments I lived in in Logan and took a picture of each one, but I'll spare you the boredom of going through those - for now, at least.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5nxOyuZI/AAAAAAAABk0/I-lBJVaLANw/s1600/P1050456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz5nxOyuZI/AAAAAAAABk0/I-lBJVaLANw/s320/P1050456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun together and it was good for her to feel like she got something special that the other kids didn't get.&amp;nbsp; Olivia tends to feel like she doesn't get enough attention and sometimes acts out to make sure she gets some.&amp;nbsp; Much of the reason I'm home schooling her this year is so that she will have enough time with me and so that we can strengthen our relationship. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2966178247102359349?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2966178247102359349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2966178247102359349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2966178247102359349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2966178247102359349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/trip-to-logan.html' title='A Trip to Logan'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz44cszhOI/AAAAAAAABkI/Ewsn7GbXsYA/s72-c/DSCF7094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-815167920683903614</id><published>2010-10-30T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:51:29.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc. October Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz0LwTlFZI/AAAAAAAABkA/0kWNLGXuTfs/s1600/P1050548.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Viva and Baby Avery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzMTQCIAI/AAAAAAAABjo/HecGX5zaREE/s1600/P1050535.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzMTQCIAI/AAAAAAAABjo/HecGX5zaREE/s320/P1050535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery getting a haircut from Grandma Miller (thanks, Mom!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzytQ0-KdI/AAAAAAAABjc/hMr-F6vyj5A/s1600/Avery+hair+cut+%282%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzytQ0-KdI/AAAAAAAABjc/hMr-F6vyj5A/s320/Avery+hair+cut+%282%29.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery loves his big sister to help him get ready for bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzy3st2H-I/AAAAAAAABjg/lc0VJBDbrxk/s1600/P1050527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzy3st2H-I/AAAAAAAABjg/lc0VJBDbrxk/s320/P1050527.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just cute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzCioQYyI/AAAAAAAABjk/i3XI3jdFl4k/s1600/P1050528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzCioQYyI/AAAAAAAABjk/i3XI3jdFl4k/s320/P1050528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzMTQCIAI/AAAAAAAABjo/HecGX5zaREE/s1600/P1050535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the leaves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzXzKD37I/AAAAAAAABjs/GPgJXl-ujzo/s1600/P1050553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzXzKD37I/AAAAAAAABjs/GPgJXl-ujzo/s320/P1050553.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and Ashlie helped my dad make green tomato jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz0Bp0WEvI/AAAAAAAABj8/JkjI4UaZlXA/s1600/P1050636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMz0Bp0WEvI/AAAAAAAABj8/JkjI4UaZlXA/s320/P1050636.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzz4S-GXRI/AAAAAAAABj4/1LjZrSKBiNY/s1600/P1050635.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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October Pictures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzzMTQCIAI/AAAAAAAABjo/HecGX5zaREE/s72-c/P1050535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1322474962526846986</id><published>2010-10-30T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:30:42.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>But I Don't Even Own a Denim Jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwDYKlrQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/147aK01nftY/s1600/Primary+dot+to+dot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="80" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwDYKlrQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/147aK01nftY/s320/Primary+dot+to+dot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwFCLFyuI/AAAAAAAABjU/eQj25MKyoiA/s1600/Primary+Kids.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwFCLFyuI/AAAAAAAABjU/eQj25MKyoiA/s320/Primary+Kids.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In September I was released from my calling as Camp Director and called to be the First Counselor in the Primary presidency.&amp;nbsp; I was really sad and a little bit insulted when I was released because they told me I would be Camp Director for 2 years.&amp;nbsp; It made me feel like they weren't happy with the job I had done, but I'm pretty much over that now and am so happy to be in the Primary presidency!&amp;nbsp; I LOVE the Primary kids and I think this calling is going to be a good fit for me.&amp;nbsp; I love how hilarious Primary-age (3-11) kids are.&amp;nbsp; They say the darndest things!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwG11PEZI/AAAAAAAABjY/_3rgLjvsXC0/s1600/Primary+sharing+time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwG11PEZI/AAAAAAAABjY/_3rgLjvsXC0/s320/Primary+sharing+time.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The others in our presidency are all people I love, which makes being in a presidency so much easier!&amp;nbsp; AND, I got the best compliment the first week I did Sharing Time: someone told me I was a 'natural teacher'!&amp;nbsp; I've never gotten a compliment like that before! Anyway, I'm happy to be serving where I am needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note&lt;/b&gt;: Although I don't know this for sure, the picture at the top of this post &lt;i&gt;has &lt;/i&gt;to be the work of Paul Mann, who is a member of our ward.&amp;nbsp; I found it on Sugardoodle, where they just referenced the Friend issue it was taken from. My girls and I recognize those in the painting as Megan Murri, Crystal Hadlock and Grant Peterson, all members of our ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1322474962526846986?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1322474962526846986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1322474962526846986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1322474962526846986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1322474962526846986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-i-dont-even-own-denim-jumper.html' title='But I Don&apos;t Even Own a Denim Jumper'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzwDYKlrQI/AAAAAAAABjQ/147aK01nftY/s72-c/Primary+dot+to+dot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6166145424784810152</id><published>2010-10-30T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:07:50.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Missed You!</title><content type='html'>I have missed blogging.&amp;nbsp; I think about it all the time, but there is just too much to do in life that I neglect my blog from time to time.&amp;nbsp; And when &lt;i&gt;something &lt;/i&gt;has to go, blogging is one of the first things I stop doing.&amp;nbsp; But, if you're seeing this, it means you haven't completely given up on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6166145424784810152?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6166145424784810152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6166145424784810152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6166145424784810152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6166145424784810152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-missed-you.html' title='I&apos;ve Missed You!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5518202260342382159</id><published>2010-10-30T22:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:03:49.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween was hectic, as usual, but everyone finally made it into their costumes and out into the rain to collect candy from neighbors. When we went out it was a massive downpour and we all got soaked.&amp;nbsp; Just proves how much we like &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;candy&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are our Halloween 2010 pictures.  The first one is from the ward Halloween party and the second one is from Halloween night (taken indoors due to inclement weather).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMznBbh51AI/AAAAAAAABjM/7i4j9ecblYQ/s1600/Halloween+2010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMznBbh51AI/AAAAAAAABjM/7i4j9ecblYQ/s400/Halloween+2010.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Olivia: SURGEON, Ashlie: BELLATRIX LESTRAUNGE (from Harry Potter), Alex: BATMAN, Avery: Pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzmuaPD0ZI/AAAAAAAABjI/6kLNgnT5UzA/s1600/P1050639.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMzmuaPD0ZI/AAAAAAAABjI/6kLNgnT5UzA/s400/P1050639.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Olivia: SURGEON, Ashlie: BELLATRIX LESTRAUNGE (from Harry Potter), Alex: MISSIONARY, Avery: LION.&amp;nbsp; We revised our costumes for Halloween night because Avery would be too cold in his pirate costume and Alex's costume was lost (I later found it, where I'd put it so I'd be sure not to lose it!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took the kids out for a while, then Rob traded me places and I went home and made hot cocoa and cleaned up the mess from the hectic day.&amp;nbsp; Rob brought Avery back and they all got some hot cocoa, then went out for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-5518202260342382159?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5518202260342382159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=5518202260342382159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5518202260342382159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5518202260342382159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TMznBbh51AI/AAAAAAAABjM/7i4j9ecblYQ/s72-c/Halloween+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-639342257059999008</id><published>2010-10-03T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:01:35.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome New Pictures</title><content type='html'>My brother Jon took these awesome pictures of the kids at Avery's birthday party. 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Although I was anxious to get started working on our ward's activities I was pretty much stuck until May when our Stake Camp Director had had a chance to call her committee, meet with them and plan out the basics for the stake activities.&amp;nbsp; We then found out which things the stake would take care of and which things I needed to plan.&amp;nbsp; In all reality, it wasn't until the last week of June that we could begin our ward planning and then the month of July was consumed by camp preparations, followed by a crazy week of final preparations the first week of August, then camp the second week.&amp;nbsp; Following camp I was sick for almost a week, then school started, then we went to Bear Lake this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it has been a crazy couple of months and I'm ready to go back to a more normal schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the stake theme of "Choose Your Own Adventure" we needed to come up with a ward theme.&amp;nbsp; The Young Women President and I were both thinking of a theme having to do with heroes and the idea came to me in the night that our ward theme should be "Choose The Right Heroes" or "CTR Heroes".&amp;nbsp; While at camp, the girls made t-shirts with our CTR Heroes logo on them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsmtKOcdAI/AAAAAAAABhA/8Mv0qkTQIsI/s1600/P1050010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsmtKOcdAI/AAAAAAAABhA/8Mv0qkTQIsI/s320/P1050010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alena with leaders, Kristin and Tauni.&amp;nbsp; Luckily we got a picture of Alena wearing her CTR Heroes shirt so I can show you what they looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before we left for camp I acquired permission for my Ashlie to come to camp, even though she doesn't turn 12 until November.&amp;nbsp; She was ecstatic and hurriedly packed her things - with help from Grandma Jackson, who ran to Wal-Mart to buy all the stuff she was lacking.&amp;nbsp; I was so glad to have her there with me for the week and she had a blast and her testimony grew.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtF-iD4n6I/AAAAAAAABiY/Phm80WoAqRY/s320/DSCF7020.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Ashlie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtF-iD4n6I/AAAAAAAABiY/Phm80WoAqRY/s1600/DSCF7020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amazing sisters helped me make the cutest "Mail Center" out of those vinyl shoe holders that hang on the back of doors.&amp;nbsp; We individualized each girl's mail slot by scrapbooking her name in a cute way.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Jenny, Aubrey and my styles are all different so we were able to make all of them very different.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, I was so wrapped up in all the stress of everything that I failed to take pictures of our beautiful work, for which I will be eternally sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided early on in the planning (as soon as we decided on our theme) that we needed swords and shields.&amp;nbsp; I didn't know how to incorporate them into our theme, but I thought they'd be fun for the girls to play with.&amp;nbsp; Eventually the inspiration came to me: we needed to write a spiritual gift on each of the shields.&amp;nbsp; My sister Jenny took it one step further and individualized every single shield to make them perfectly beautiful!&amp;nbsp; I have to put them in a slide show because there are so many, but just consider the amount of time it took her to do all these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsxy-7s2KI/AAAAAAAABhI/1BvyHS7GN6U/s320/P1050012.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome shields, huh?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsxy-7s2KI/AAAAAAAABhI/1BvyHS7GN6U/s1600/P1050012.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsyjTQeEcI/AAAAAAAABhQ/K6y5Sjtn6YQ/s320/P1050043.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The super-awesome swords my dad made.&amp;nbsp; My sister Aubrey helped me paint them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsyjTQeEcI/AAAAAAAABhQ/K6y5Sjtn6YQ/s1600/P1050043.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister Jenny figured out the most ingenius way to make swords that were super cheap!&amp;nbsp; We had been searching for an inexpensive sword idea (my entire camp budget was $5 per person!) and Jenny came up with this: make swords out of the really big paint sticks that are used for stirring 5 gallon containers of paint.&amp;nbsp; She took a few home from Home Depot and cut the ends to be pointy and painted them silver and they looked awesome!&amp;nbsp; Rob went to Home Depot and persuaded them to give him enough for us to make each person a sword with a cross piece by the handle.&amp;nbsp; Then my dad crafted them into beautiful swords with rounded edges and pointy blades.&amp;nbsp; Then I painted them and put their names on the cross pieces.&amp;nbsp; Because I was awful at taking pictures, this is the best picture I got of the swords!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467334d5463344e6a4d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467334d5463344e6a4d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On our first night at camp the YW President, Sister Driggs, and I presented our ward's theme for the camp and tried to help the girls understand what it was all about.&amp;nbsp; We ended our presentation by "knighting" each girl and leader with a spiritual "superpower".&amp;nbsp; I had all the swords &amp;amp; shields in 2 large boxes and randomly selected one of each.&amp;nbsp; We announced the girl's name that was printed on the sword, then when they got to the front of the group Sister Driggs dubbed the girl with the power of _____, then I read the description on the back of the shield.&amp;nbsp; The girls beamed as they received their superpower and cheered for each other. People frequently remarked how frequently people's randomly-selected superpower really was a spiritual gift that the person possessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny also helped me create this Title of Liberty - as a symbol of what we're all fighting for.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to relate the story of Moroni from the Book of Mormon.&amp;nbsp; He was a true hero for so many reasons (as found in the book of Alma, within the Book of Mormon).&amp;nbsp; Even the good people in his society were becoming complacent about what was really important.&amp;nbsp; Moroni rent his coat to create a physical symbol of what was important and called it his "Title of Liberty".&amp;nbsp; This symbol helped remind the people what they were fighting for.&amp;nbsp; Moroni is one of my favorite heroes; I love the following scripture about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-EWbDUEI/AAAAAAAABhY/tzK1NhslbBs/s320/P1050049.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, verily, verily I say unto you, if all men had been, and were, and ever would be, like unto &lt;sup&gt;a&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/48/17a" title="Alma 53: 2." type="A"&gt;Moroni&lt;/a&gt;, behold, the very powers of hell would have been shaken forever; yea, the &lt;sup&gt;b&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/alma/48/17b" title="1 Ne. 22: 26; 3 Ne. 6: 15; D&amp;amp;C 35: 24." type="A"&gt;devil&lt;/a&gt; would never have power over the hearts of the children of men.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alma 48:17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-EWbDUEI/AAAAAAAABhY/tzK1NhslbBs/s1600/P1050049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ward had two cabins.&amp;nbsp; Each held 14 people.&amp;nbsp; We used one for the older girls and the other for the younger ones.&amp;nbsp; We put up posters all over our campground (like the one in the picture below) of heroes from the Bible and Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-2OS0ENI/AAAAAAAABhw/gn799O7MazM/s1600/P1050055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-2OS0ENI/AAAAAAAABhw/gn799O7MazM/s320/P1050055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-lFqogDI/AAAAAAAABhg/xcsvoBZeOps/s320/P1050065.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What our cabins looked like most of the time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-lFqogDI/AAAAAAAABhg/xcsvoBZeOps/s1600/P1050065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-q4SjlDI/AAAAAAAABho/eNerk_D4db8/s1600/P1050066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs-q4SjlDI/AAAAAAAABho/eNerk_D4db8/s320/P1050066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs_zVseqXI/AAAAAAAABh4/ij61k6sa9OY/s320/P1050058.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had an awesome camp site because it was pretty much shady all day long!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs_zVseqXI/AAAAAAAABh4/ij61k6sa9OY/s1600/P1050058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs_9ZDl68I/AAAAAAAABiA/-yAo5a4oomM/s320/P1050051.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our schedules written out because they were kind of complicated.&amp;nbsp; Between ward and stake activities, we had very full days!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THs_9ZDl68I/AAAAAAAABiA/-yAo5a4oomM/s1600/P1050051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtAOqwA3oI/AAAAAAAABiI/YkodXley5Yo/s320/P1050005.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few of our stake youth leaders starting the group singing camp songs.&amp;nbsp; This was taken on day 1, so they weren't very enthusiastic just yet.&amp;nbsp; The ones from our ward are Karinne (second from left) and Ashlie (second from right).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtAOqwA3oI/AAAAAAAABiI/YkodXley5Yo/s1600/P1050005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtAWRSyDpI/AAAAAAAABiQ/gb7Ob6-b5Ew/s320/P1050007.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is our wonderful stake camp director, Julie Adams.&amp;nbsp; She is also in our ward and did a marvelous job.&amp;nbsp; She is a great example!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THtAWRSyDpI/AAAAAAAABiQ/gb7Ob6-b5Ew/s1600/P1050007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some of the Right Heroes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a book of Amazing People out of the biographies I had typed up of people in the scriptures as well as people in history, literature and even some heroic people who are still living.&amp;nbsp; I just put the binder out on the tables for the girls to peruse at their leisure.&amp;nbsp; The book didn't get much use, but then I posted some of the bios in the bathroom stalls at eye-level when sitting and they were actually read!&amp;nbsp; Examples: Joan of Arc, Corrie Ten Boom, Jesus Christ, Eleanor Roosevelt, etc., etc.&amp;nbsp; Maybe someday I'll post some of the bios for you to read.&amp;nbsp; My mother-in-law, Joanne, babysat for me while I wrote most of the bios and did other camp stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jenny and my brother Jon turned my idea into a reality.&amp;nbsp; I spent many hours creating bios for lots of heroes, as I talked about in the previous paragraph.&amp;nbsp; My original idea was to put a little bio of a hero on each girls' water bottle so that they could be exposed to more heroic people as they went about other activities at camp. However, I couldn't seem to make the bios succinct enough to fit on a water bottle label.&amp;nbsp; Well, Jenny came to my rescue and condensed each bio I had written to be concise enough to fit and then added a bunch more so we would have enough heroic women to make 25 water bottles.&amp;nbsp; Jon helped design the label so they looked ultra professional.&amp;nbsp; They even included a picture of the hero, laminated the labels and then attached them well enough that they didn't come off all week at camp - even when submersed in water!&amp;nbsp; Talk about amazing family support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TJwhRsTFluI/AAAAAAAABio/xmk1liZqG4A/s1600/Water+Bottle+Heroes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TJwhRsTFluI/AAAAAAAABio/xmk1liZqG4A/s320/Water+Bottle+Heroes.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazing Familial Support Network&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I just want to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to all my family members that helped make my ideas into actual awesome creations.&amp;nbsp; Because of your contribution we were able to create some things that made our camp visually stimulating, memorable and fun.&amp;nbsp; I was proud of our campground and &lt;br /&gt;couldn't have done it without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Awesome YW Leaders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'd like to express my appreciation to the other leaders that were at camp from our ward.&amp;nbsp; Our amazing Young Women President, Kathy, was phenomenal, as usual.&amp;nbsp; She is probably the most prepared person I'll ever meet and is great at her calling.&amp;nbsp; I was so lucky to have her on my "team".&amp;nbsp; Every single leader was amazing and I kept commenting on how they were all so willing to do whatever I asked them to do and would look for ways to help when they had free time.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have asked for a more amazing group to work with.&amp;nbsp; This year the following leaders came to girls' camp: Haley Murray, Tauni Dahl, Kristin Peterson, Marianne Williams, Kathy Driggs, and I.&amp;nbsp; Thanks so so so much, ladies, for all you did to make this year memorable for our girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Favorite Calling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved having the opportunity to serve as our ward's Camp Director.&amp;nbsp; When I got this calling I was told it would be for two years, so I'm anticipating being able to plan next year's girls' camp as well, but I don't want to get my heart too set on it because I know sometimes circumstances change.&amp;nbsp; So far I think this might have been my favorite calling, although it will certainly be better to spread it out over a whole year rather than just a couple of months next time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep...or the lack thereof&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As was expected, I didn't get much sleep at camp, but the reasons were unexpected.&amp;nbsp; The night before we left I was only able to sleep for 3 hours because my mind wouldn't settle down.&amp;nbsp; I finally got up and worked on camp stuff for a few hours because I wasn't asleep anyway.&amp;nbsp; The first night at camp I had what I think was an anxiety attack which kept me from getting more than 3 hours of sleep that night.&amp;nbsp; Seriously painful - I don't recommend them.&amp;nbsp; Haley had the unfortunate job of taking me to the nurse, which was about a quarter of a mile uphill at the lodge.&amp;nbsp; I was a mess.&amp;nbsp; I got a priesthood blessing, though, and that seemed to help. The following night I heard mice in our cabin which kept me up for much of the night.&amp;nbsp; In the morning I found the remnants of the candy they ate.&amp;nbsp; Talk about disgusting.&amp;nbsp; I am certain there was a mouse in the bunk above me.&amp;nbsp; I tried to wake Daci up, but she refused to be awoken even when I told her I thought there was a mouse on her bunk!&amp;nbsp; The next morning she didn't even remember me waking her up.&amp;nbsp; On the final night one of the girls in our cabin (Solana) threw up in the cabin and on the porch in the middle of the night.&amp;nbsp; Haley got to take another sick camper to the nurse in the middle of the night while the other leader and I cleaned up the mess.&amp;nbsp; Let's be honest here: Tauni did most of the cleaning up and I mostly cheered her on!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pictures of Our Girls!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the photos you've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d546b784f4459354e6a6b3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" height="303" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d546b784f4459354e6a6b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Make your own &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/" target="_blank"&gt;picture slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2744421086395862785?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2744421086395862785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2744421086395862785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2744421086395862785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2744421086395862785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls-camp-2010.html' title='Girls&apos; Camp 2010'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/THsmtKOcdAI/AAAAAAAABhA/8Mv0qkTQIsI/s72-c/P1050010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8806914230207246602</id><published>2010-09-03T18:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:59:10.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>180 degrees</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been sick.&amp;nbsp; Really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was 'I'd-rather-die-than-continue-living-like-this' sick.&amp;nbsp; My mom picked me up to take me to a massage therapist for a cranial massage because I had a migraine that was so bad I couldn't drive myself there.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at her house where my dad and my brother-in-law, Fred, gave me a priesthood blessing. &amp;nbsp; I felt significantly better immediately.&amp;nbsp; Half an hour after that my cranial massage began and an hour later I felt like a new woman.&amp;nbsp; Within the span of 2 hours I went from feeling like &lt;i&gt;I'd rather die than have to continue feeling my head hurt so badly&lt;/i&gt;, to feeling like &lt;i&gt;I could do anything&lt;/i&gt; because my whole entire body felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend priesthood blessings.&amp;nbsp; And cranial massages*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here's my recent medical history: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last 5 months&lt;/u&gt;: Heart pain has come and gone, but can't seem to find root cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last month&lt;/u&gt;: Heart pain increased in duration and intensity.&amp;nbsp; So tired I thought I must be pregnant (I'm not, though!).&amp;nbsp; Doctor prescribed Ibuprofen 800 mg for pain and inflammation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last couple of weeks&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp; Felt really weak and tired, heart pain increased to almost constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;: Feel pain in my lower back, where my kidneys are.&amp;nbsp; Go to doctor to see if it's a UTI.&amp;nbsp; It is.&amp;nbsp; Get meds.&amp;nbsp; Start taking them.&amp;nbsp; Talk to doctor again about heart pain.&amp;nbsp; He orders Echocardiogram.&amp;nbsp; Scheduled for Thursday. Throughout the day pain in lower back increases and I'm SO tired.&amp;nbsp; Trouble standing up straight because my back hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;: Wake up feeling worse, not better.&amp;nbsp; Must stay in bed most of day.&amp;nbsp; By Tuesday night I was really hurting, but thought maybe I just needed to wait until I had one more dose of antibiotic in me before I'd see improvement.&amp;nbsp; Slept at my Mom's house because I needed to be taken care of.&amp;nbsp; There' s just no one like your mom when it comes to being taken care of.&amp;nbsp; Not only are moms naturally caring, but they are empathetic and good at anticipating needs.&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad my mom is nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;: Endure pain until 7:00 a.m. when I finally told my mom I needed to go to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; She got ready and took me to the ER at LDSH.&amp;nbsp; My dad and Rob joined the support committee as soon as they could.&amp;nbsp; It took 4 extremely painful, time-consuming tries to get an IV (if Ron is every your nurse at LDSH, ask for someone else!).&amp;nbsp; They did blood work, checked my urine, did an abdominal ultrasound to check my organs ($cha-ching$), an EKG ($cha-ching$), a CT scan to see if they could identify anything wrong with my chest that would cause the heart pain ($cha-ching$) and gave me IV antibiotics (2 grams Rocephin) and fluids.&amp;nbsp; Diagnosis: &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Pyelonephritis"&gt;Pyelonephritis &lt;/a&gt;(kidney infection).&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I have a kidney stone which may or may not present itself some time in the future.&amp;nbsp; And then I was instructed to come back the next day for some more fun.&amp;nbsp; I went home, hopeful that I would soon be on my way to recovery.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stayed in bed pretty much the rest of the night, in serious pain.&amp;nbsp; I guess 'soon' is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sister, Jenny, was elected to take me to the hospital this time.&amp;nbsp; She offered, but I consider her the unlucky 'winner' because it's so not fun and takes way too much time.&amp;nbsp; Husband was working on digging a trench for our new cement porch.&amp;nbsp; My awful headache that began when they injected some kind of dye for my CT scan (also when I began vomiting bile) was getting worse, not better.&amp;nbsp; It was in the top left side of my head - no where else.&amp;nbsp; Weird, I know.&amp;nbsp; My kidney pain was much improved, but was still hurting somewhat and I had other random pains in my body that didn't seem to be connected to anything else.&amp;nbsp; When I told the ER doctor he looked at my (I swear!) like I was making stuff up to get more tests.&amp;nbsp; I am not that kind of ER patient!&amp;nbsp; I might have gotten a little mad at Ron and yelled at him to just get the doctor, but that helped me not have to see him as much, so I don't regret it.&amp;nbsp; He did, however, have the nerve to come back and give me two shots (one in my leg and one in my hip) which were very painful and I got a huge bruise and swollen hip). The doctor also offered some other kind of ultrasound - not because he thought I needed it, but because (it seemed) he thought I wanted more testing.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, I refused that one. The migraine shot and the melt-under-your-tongue medicine didn't help the migraine at all, but they were done with me, so out I went.&amp;nbsp; I took my Lortab religiously but to no avail.&amp;nbsp; That darn headache just wouldn't leave and I had a lot of trouble sleeping; I suffered through the rest of the day and night.&amp;nbsp; The good news: &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; heart pain for the entire day!&amp;nbsp; The bad news: it could take more than a week before I feel as well as I usually do because the inflammation in my kidney was so far progressed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;: At my wit's end, I tried to conjure up some migraine-alleviating options.&amp;nbsp; I remembered my friend had a cranial massage once when she had a migraine, so I asked Rob to schedule me one.&amp;nbsp; I asked Aubrey if she had any Excedrin Migraine since I had been told caffeine might help and I don't drink anything with caffeine in it.&amp;nbsp; And when Jenny called to check on me she offered to find some people to give me an other blessing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now - as if by magic - I am almost normal.&amp;nbsp; I am still really tired and weak and a little nauseous, but I can function!&amp;nbsp; Thank the Lord for good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now a word to my really great friends &amp;amp; family:&lt;/b&gt; Thank you SO SO SO SO much for everything you did to help alleviate my pain and help with the kids and figure out what was wrong and for prayers offered and housework done, etc., etc.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how people make it through stuff like this when they don't have extended family around to help.&amp;nbsp; I feel so blessed to live near both my parents, both my sisters, one brother, and my in-laws! (side note: I still wish my other brothers lived closer!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The difference between a &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;friend and a &lt;i&gt;really great&lt;/i&gt;  friend is that a really great one not only sees what could be done to  help, but does it without being asked and without asking permission. It turns out I have some really great friends and family!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Because I have been on Lortab most of the week and it makes me super groggy, I keep finding out things happened while I was medicated that I don't have any recollection of.&amp;nbsp; So, if you told me something between Monday and today (Friday), or if I told you I'd do something, you might want to talk to me about it again...just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I got my professional cranial-sacral massage from the owner of &lt;a href="http://www.renaissancemassageschool.com/"&gt;Renaissance School of Therapeutic Message&lt;/a&gt; (who happens to be my neighbor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8806914230207246602?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8806914230207246602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8806914230207246602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8806914230207246602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8806914230207246602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/09/180-degrees.html' title='180 degrees'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6714103781088804064</id><published>2010-08-01T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:04:54.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Support</title><content type='html'>I read the following today in an old (no longer posting) &lt;a href="http://familyanswers.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;written by Randal A. Wright.&lt;br /&gt;Finding this post was helpful to me, so I figured I would share it with whomever chooses to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lack of support is a huge problem in our society. For example, I received the following from an individual while conducting research on families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My parents did not support me in the activities that I was involved in. When I was grown I asked my mom why she never came to any of my games in high school. I played volleyball, basketball, tennis, track, softball and was on the dance team. She said that I never invited her. I never once saw my dad at anything that I did. They were detached emotionally and did not care about the activities that we were involved in. That was disappointing."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In many new subdivisions, we often see small trees planted in the front yards. Usually they have two metal rods driven into the ground on either side of them with a wire attached to the trees for support from the wind. Our children are a lot like those small trees. They need support to hold them up. This support is especially needed when they are young. Our responsibility as parents is to be the steel support rods. Without the support rods attached, these small trees would be uprooted when the first strong wind comes. Children are in a highly dangerous situation until they develop their own strong roots. The word support has several , meanings: 1. to bear or hold up; 2. to sustain or withstand weight, pressure, strain, etc. without giving way, and 3. to maintain a person with the necessities of existence.  "It is obvious that supporting our family has far deeper meaning than just providing for them financially. Family support means to attend their games, performances, talks, ordinations, ordinances, awards, etc. It also means to lift them when they are down and cheer them up when they are sad. Our role is to be a support to family members to keep them from falling. When parents do not support their children before their roots are deep, many negative consequences may follow. Consider the feelings of a young high school basketball player, who did not feel the support from his parents: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the star player on the school basketball team, but never once has either parent come to see me play. They're either too busy, too tired or can't get a babysitter for my younger sister. The crowds cheer for me, the girls hang around my locker, some kids even ask me for my autograph. But it doesn't mean anything if the two most important people in my life don't care." (the adolescent, F. Philip rice Allyn and Bacon, Inc. Boston, MA 1987, p.476)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this case, the young man did not feel supported because his parents did not attend his basketball games. He, therefore, interpreted this lack of support to mean his parents did not care about him. Surely he was incorrect in his assumption; however, that is how he perceived it. Children can suffer from more than just physical hunger. There is an emotional hunger that they crave. Children often long for support from parents, siblings and friends. When this need is not met, serious consequences can follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When people go through the everyday trials of life, they need support from their family and friends. When they don't get that support, resentment can develop toward those who fail to give it. How do you show your children support?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-6714103781088804064?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6714103781088804064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=6714103781088804064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6714103781088804064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/6714103781088804064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/08/family-support.html' title='Family Support'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8120415884203052173</id><published>2010-07-02T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:55:56.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>I read a great article this morning on making sure kids have enough unstructured time.&amp;nbsp; I am afraid we have fallen victim - I mean we have chosen - to let our kids become involved in too many extracurricular activities and the result has been a shortage of "free" time and family time.&amp;nbsp; We've begun our family transformation to a simpler life, but we're not finished reducing outside activities just yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read "The Joys of Doing Nothing: Allowing Kids Unstructured Time", click &lt;a href="http://www2.scholastic.com/browse/article.jsp?id=1450"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8120415884203052173?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8120415884203052173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8120415884203052173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8120415884203052173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8120415884203052173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/07/joys-of-doing-nothing.html' title='The Joys of Doing Nothing'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2132537100650349028</id><published>2010-06-30T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:30:00.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>Today I am feeling really grateful and happy.&amp;nbsp; Rob has had these spots all over his body for the past 6 weeks and we finally went to the dermatologist to see if it was more pre-cancer (he had about 15 spots frozen off last year).&amp;nbsp; I have been quite worried about it because of his history and the skin cancer in his family.&amp;nbsp; We were relieved and grateful to find out that it's just psoriasis!&amp;nbsp; The doctor explained it like this: the top layer of our skin regenerates every 36 days.&amp;nbsp; We don't notice it because it is such a gradual process.&amp;nbsp; In people with psoriasis, the skin that is affected regenerates every 6 days.&amp;nbsp; The skin looks red and ultra-dry, but it isn't dangerous.&amp;nbsp; There isn't a cure and he can plan on having it off and on for the rest of his life, but that's no big deal compared to skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture online of psoriasis guttate (the kind he has): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrXUZTJBZI/AAAAAAAABgw/mXoZ0bgfTAY/s1600/Psoriasis-Guttate-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrXUZTJBZI/AAAAAAAABgw/mXoZ0bgfTAY/s320/Psoriasis-Guttate-17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are 4 types of psoriasis. Some are painful and look much more scary than this kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there the doctor froze off another 16 pre-cancer spots on his head, several that were as large as a dime.&amp;nbsp; He also told him the skin on his head looks like that of a 60-year-old.&amp;nbsp; Rob didn't like that too much.&amp;nbsp; He said the only place Rob should be without a hat is in the shower.&amp;nbsp; Oh how I wish he would take the doctor's advice, but he &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;thinks he is invincible! Dang agency.&amp;nbsp; I'll keep nagging him though; I love him &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob got a prescription for some topical medicine that we put on him 3 times a day that will hopefully help, but if it doesn't we'll have to try the more effective medicine that is $350.&amp;nbsp; Rob doesn't have health insurance, so we're really hoping this first RX works.&amp;nbsp; He's also supposed to come back every 6 months for the rest of his life and was warned that if he doesn't keep his head covered he can pretty much expect to have large chunks of his scalp removed by age 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put his medicine on him today I counted the psoriasis spots - I found exactly 100.&amp;nbsp; Even as recently as last night Rob was trying to convince me that we didn't need to go to the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Let me just say this: it's a good thing he has me!&amp;nbsp; And I'm glad that I'll still have him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2132537100650349028?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2132537100650349028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2132537100650349028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2132537100650349028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2132537100650349028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/diagnosis.html' title='Diagnosis'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrXUZTJBZI/AAAAAAAABgw/mXoZ0bgfTAY/s72-c/Psoriasis-Guttate-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7376946307026475762</id><published>2010-06-30T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:00:02.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adorable Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These two love to be in front of a camera!&amp;nbsp; Notice the real roses in their hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrPkhtMGVI/AAAAAAAABgg/-k5YU24oM1U/s1600/DSCF7004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrPkhtMGVI/AAAAAAAABgg/-k5YU24oM1U/s320/DSCF7004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrPn3ypi5I/AAAAAAAABgo/5rbhpLyCdEg/s1600/DSCF7008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrPn3ypi5I/AAAAAAAABgo/5rbhpLyCdEg/s320/DSCF7008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids before church one Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I got really enthusiastic about doing a "square foot garden" and - guess what - Rob wanted to make my dream come true!&amp;nbsp; Lucky me, huh?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJlmctzqI/AAAAAAAABfo/e8jGdymhb_Y/s1600/P1040524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJlmctzqI/AAAAAAAABfo/e8jGdymhb_Y/s320/P1040524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My dad ground up charcoal into a fine powder, then mixed it with some other stuff and then mixed it in with the soil.&amp;nbsp; Even though he has explained it to me several different times and I read an article about it, I can't get all the technical details down enough to explain it to other people.&amp;nbsp; The point is this: the plants grow better and the soil is much stronger in following years. The technical details, as written by my dad, are at the end of this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise: 2 kinds of Lettuce, Onions, Cantaloupe, Cucumbers and you can barely see the Strawberries and Peppers.&amp;nbsp; The Marigolds are supposed to help keep some kinds of bugs away.&amp;nbsp; Plus, they add color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJvQcU41I/AAAAAAAABfw/3O8xEJAr82U/s1600/P1040525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJvQcU41I/AAAAAAAABfw/3O8xEJAr82U/s320/P1040525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise: Tomatoes, Peppers, Strawberries, Carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJ4uCbFUI/AAAAAAAABf4/nfucpjcbSsw/s1600/P1040526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJ4uCbFUI/AAAAAAAABf4/nfucpjcbSsw/s320/P1040526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year I learned how to grow lettuce!&amp;nbsp; Romaine apparently keeps growing back.&amp;nbsp; You cut it off in the center, leaving some outer leaves, then the new lettuce grows in right where you cut off the first bunch.&amp;nbsp; And it starts growing back really fast, too.&amp;nbsp; Awesome, huh?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrKBpah4EI/AAAAAAAABgA/tMnqS5nPR2I/s1600/P1040527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrKBpah4EI/AAAAAAAABgA/tMnqS5nPR2I/s320/P1040527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Alex's gardening box.&amp;nbsp; He wanted a box all for himself, so Rob built him his own tiny little (12" x 12") box.&amp;nbsp; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Terra Preta Soil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;While reading a National Geographic article two or three years ago about the depletion of soils around the world I learned of a particular type of soil, found along the banks of the Amazon river, that appears to be the best soil in the world.&amp;nbsp; It is called "Terra preta de índio" in Portugese and goes by the shortened term "Terra Preta" in English speaking countries.&amp;nbsp; After many years of scientific investigation into the origins of this soil scientists came to the conclusion that it is man made, using a process of "slash and char" (NOT "slash and burn") that loads the soil with high concentrations of charcoal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Charcoal is the key ingredient in terra preta soil that make is so effective for growing plants.&amp;nbsp; For most of my life I assumed that jungle soils were very rich soils since they appear to support such massive plant life.&amp;nbsp; While studying terra preta soils I learned that I was wrong about that.&amp;nbsp; Most jungle soils are very poor soils because the high volume of rain in the rain forests simply washes the nutrients out of the soil and sends them down the river to the ocean.&amp;nbsp; Terra preta soils, however, hold onto the nutrients and prevent them from being washed away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Charcaol is used in industrialized societies as a filtration material that is capable of capturing all kinds of toxins and aromatic hydrocarbons and holding them within the carbon structure until they can be disposed of.&amp;nbsp; Charcoal is the key ingredient in filters used on kitchen range hoods that capture smoke and odors produced while cooking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In terra preta soils, charcoal captures all the nutrients that plants need to grow big and strong and holds them there in the soil where they will be available when the plant's roots reach them.&amp;nbsp; In terra preta soils, along the banks of the Amazon, the charcoal can absorb the nutrients flowing down the Amazon during spring flooding and hold them there throughout the normal crop growing season where they are available to the plants that the native people plant.&amp;nbsp; The charcoal is not used up in this process, but it simply acts as a buffering storage medium to capture, hold and release nutrients as they are needed by the plants growing in the soil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;As scientists studied how terra preta soils work they discovered that charcoal alone will not enhance the soil's ability to provide nutrients to plants because charcoal alone captures the nutrients and then holds them and will not give them up to the bare plant roots.&amp;nbsp; Another symbiotic life form is needed to work with the plant to withdraw nutrients from the charcoal "nutrient bank".&amp;nbsp; Fungi, working in a symbiotic relationship with the plant roots (a mycorrhizal relationship) can pull the nutrients from the charcoal and make it available to the plant.&amp;nbsp; (See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mycorrhiza for a description of this process/relationship.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;In Natalie's garden we added 2 bags of Cowboy brand charcoal, purchased at Lowe's after breaking it into small pieces and processing it through a wheat grinder to create very small particles of charcoal that we thoroughly mixed into the soil so it would be finely dispersed throughout the soil.&amp;nbsp; (If you choose to add charcoal to your garden, do not use normal charcoal briquets as a charcoal source since they contain additive binders that hold the charcoal in the briquet shape.&amp;nbsp; Use natural pieces of charcoal that are still shaped like the pieces of wood from which they were made.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you simply add ground charcoal to your garden it will suck up all the nutrients in your soil and not allow the plants you want to grow to use those nutrients - resulting in stunted plants that may not produce any fruit at all.&amp;nbsp; You must precharge the charcoal with nutrients so that it is already filled with nutrients when it is placed in your soil.&amp;nbsp; I used about two pounds of ammonium nitrate to precharge the charcoal we used in Natalie's garden.&amp;nbsp; In some parts of the world urine or urea is used to precharge the charcoal.&amp;nbsp; I used ammonium nitrate because it was what I had available at the time.&amp;nbsp; If I were buying fertilizer for this purpose I would use 16-16-16 fertilizer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;If you simply add charcoal to the soil without adding mychorrhizae it will also not produce the benefits you are seeking because the plant roots alone will not be able to access the nutrients held by the charcoal.&amp;nbsp; In Natalie's garden we made a "tea" using Sweet Earth brand organic root zone starter fertilizer mixed with 5 gallons of water and allowed it to sit for 24 hours before pouring it over our planting beds.&amp;nbsp; Any commercial product that contains added mycorrhizae will work to add the mycorrhizae you need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The result, as you can see from pictures of Natalie's garden is lush, deep green growth that far surpasses the results of any other type of soil ammendment I have ever tried before.&amp;nbsp; Natalie's is the second garden I've tried this process in and the results have been identical both times - large tomato vines with an excessive amount of fruit growing on the vines.&amp;nbsp; In the past, whenever I&amp;nbsp; simply added ammonium nitrate to the soil in which tomatoes were planted without the charcoal and mychorrizae the result was massive vines but NO TOMATOES.&amp;nbsp; Creating Terra Preta conditions in the soil gives you massive vines that support the production of massive amounts of fruit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The added charcoal also holds more water than normal soils will hold so you don't have to water quite as often and you do not have to fertilize at all during the growing season.&amp;nbsp; With most gardens, to get maximum yields, you have to refertilize the garden several times during the growing season and to get maximum yields you have to give the soil just the right amount of fertilizer at exactly the right time so the plants never starve for nutrients during their natural growing cycle.&amp;nbsp; With terra preta conditioned soils you don't have to do this because the charcoal will hold large quantiites of nutrients in the soil but those nutrients are not available to "burn" the young plants because those nutrients are not loose in the soil, they are tied up by the charcoal, waiting in place until the plant roots reach out to them as they grow.&amp;nbsp; When the plant roots reach them, they are instantly available to the plant as they are needed.&amp;nbsp; If your soil has excess nutrients in it that are not tied up by charcoal then, when you water the soil those nutrients are redispersed throughout the soil where they can be taken up by bits of charcoal that were previously emptied by the plant roots. This ongoing buffering action continually replenishes the "nutrient bank" held within the charcoal.&amp;nbsp; If you are using secondary water to water your garden instead of cullinary water, then that water very likely contains many nutrients that were washed down into the acquifer or reservoir where the water is stored and those nutrients, dissolved in the water, are available to be stored by the charcoal rather than simply washing them through the soil each time you water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;True terra preta soils are self replenishing . . . they do not break down and they do not have to be constantly replenished with commercial fertilizers.&amp;nbsp; In the Amazon basin, owners of terra preta soils periodically harvest and sell off the top layers of their soil and the soil actually grows more soil to replace the soil that was sold.&amp;nbsp; As the mychorrhizae die off they put more carbon back into the soil.&amp;nbsp; Terra preta soils get better and stronger each year, rather than being depleted like normal soils are depleted.&amp;nbsp; I don't have enough experience yet with the creation of terra preta soil here in Utah to know when it will be fully self replenishing so I'll continue to add some commercial fertilizer to the soil in the fall of the year for the next few years, after the harvest is over, so that I know the charcoal will be fully replenished with nutrients during the winter. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Here are some helpful links to read about Terra Preta and the production of Biochar (various forms of charcoal used to create terra preta soils):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2006/03/060301090431.htm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terra_preta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://www.css.cornell.edu/faculty/lehmann/research/terra%20preta/terrapretamain.html&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://www.css.cornell.edu/faculty/lehmann/research/terra%20preta/Flyer%20terra%20preta%20landuse%20strategy.pdf&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://biochar.pbworks.com/FrontPage&amp;nbsp; (Terra preta and Biochar FAQ page)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://terrapreta.bioenergylists.org/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://132.180.112.26/bodenkunde/terra_preta/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;http://www.opednews.com/articles/Making-Terra-Preta-Soil-R-by-Ramona-Byron-080821-153.html&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hundreds of sites are available to study Terra Preta soils and other people's experiences with them.&amp;nbsp; Just Google "terra preta".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-5631259935821789670?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5631259935821789670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=5631259935821789670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5631259935821789670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5631259935821789670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-new-garden.html' title='My New Garden'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCrJlmctzqI/AAAAAAAABfo/e8jGdymhb_Y/s72-c/P1040524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7698032120703334076</id><published>2010-06-27T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:20:51.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Wings!</title><content type='html'>My creative darlings made fairy wings out of cardboard, colored paper, glue, elastic and tape.&amp;nbsp; They just got an idea and turned it into reality.&amp;nbsp; I think they did a lovely job of creating nicely-shaped, proportionately-sized, and beautifully artistic wings.&amp;nbsp; They are so lucky to have each other; I'm certain every girl who doesn't have a sister longs for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgTEidlUlI/AAAAAAAABew/fxLaQmBFLPM/s1600/P1040304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgTEidlUlI/AAAAAAAABew/fxLaQmBFLPM/s320/P1040304.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgTTdYJhEI/AAAAAAAABe4/r4AfLaR7m0o/s1600/P1040308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgTTdYJhEI/AAAAAAAABe4/r4AfLaR7m0o/s320/P1040308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, yes, Alex decided to make some too.&amp;nbsp; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgXLxwWg8I/AAAAAAAABfI/4JHxMYAD9do/s1600/P1040491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgXLxwWg8I/AAAAAAAABfI/4JHxMYAD9do/s320/P1040491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful Ashlie is growing up before my eyes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgXlVFERjI/AAAAAAAABfg/OFFR5R6H2gg/s1600/P1040499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgXlVFERjI/AAAAAAAABfg/OFFR5R6H2gg/s320/P1040499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this one because it looks like he took the picture himself!&amp;nbsp; He was actually just trying to get the camera from me.&amp;nbsp; Don't you just want to touch that ultra-smooth skin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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With The Camera'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCgXLxwWg8I/AAAAAAAABfI/4JHxMYAD9do/s72-c/P1040491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7942249213825620111</id><published>2010-06-27T01:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T04:57:42.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Addicted to a Real Bad Thing"</title><content type='html'>There's an old song called "Addicted" by Cheryl Wheeler.&amp;nbsp; She sings, "I'm addicted to a real bad thing...".&amp;nbsp; Her "addiction" is a guy who isn't good for her but she can't seem to live without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, am addicted to some real bad &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Stuff&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have too much of it.&amp;nbsp; My kids have too much of it.&amp;nbsp; I feel claustrophobically crowded in a house that is adequate for our needs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My girls each have their own rooms - the same rooms that 40 years ago were probably occupied by at least 2 children each.&amp;nbsp; My boys share what used to be a master bedroom and it still feels too small.&amp;nbsp; Their rooms are filled with things -&amp;nbsp; all sorts of &lt;i&gt;things&lt;/i&gt;. My almost-seven year-old recently told me he doesn't want very many toys for his birthday because it's too hard to keep his room clean.&amp;nbsp; He told me this a couple of months ago when he was cleaning his room, but I didn't think he meant it.&amp;nbsp; Now I realize having too much stuff wears on him, too.&amp;nbsp; And yet, I pushed him for a list of things he wanted for his birthday so I would have ideas when I was asked about it.&amp;nbsp; That's just not right! I should have run with him reminding me that we don't need more stuff, but now it's too late.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCb8eImFNjI/AAAAAAAABeo/uUHjGmxroZc/s1600/Closet+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCb8eImFNjI/AAAAAAAABeo/uUHjGmxroZc/s200/Closet+door.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I've found myself coveting larger homes with room to breathe, but perhaps the problem is as much that we have too many things as it is that our home is too small for the number of people living here.&amp;nbsp; I am sick of organizing and reorganizing because we have so much stuff that we have to keep inventing new ways to organize it so it will fit in our house and so that we can live in a semi-orderly home.&amp;nbsp; What a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; When you consider what makes a truly meaningful life, organizing and reorganizing can really get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am particularly afraid to make my kids get rid of all their &lt;strike&gt;junk &lt;/strike&gt;stuff. I worry that I am raising a new generation of overstockers (nice way of phrasing it, huh?) because I don't know how to teach them to live with less.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to be remembered as the wicked mother that made her children part with their beloved belongings.&amp;nbsp; In fact, Olivia (age 9) just reminded me today about when I traded her old, way-too-tiny bicycle for one that would fit Alex when she got a new, bigger one that fit her.&amp;nbsp; This happened two years ago and I'm still hearing about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accumulate &lt;i&gt;stuff &lt;/i&gt;in so many ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retail therapy&lt;/b&gt; - there's the thrill of the hunt, or finding something that is &lt;i&gt;perfect &lt;/i&gt;this week then change our minds next week.&amp;nbsp; Or there's the awesome deal that we simply cannot pass by.&amp;nbsp; And once we've spent money on something, for some reason it seems like we have to keep it for some period of time before we can get rid of it, even if we know shortly after we brought it home that it was a mistake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gifts &lt;/b&gt;- from Happy Meal toys to elaborate birthday or Christmas gifts these things add up quickly.&amp;nbsp; How about dumb little toys we give and get for our kids and their friends for birthdays?&amp;nbsp; We end up with tons of stuff we just don't need.&amp;nbsp; Their parts get strewn about bedrooms and yards and cars and we spend half our lives reorganizing our too-much-stuff .&amp;nbsp; And then there's all the time we spend nagging our kids to put their things away.&amp;nbsp; Even though most years I help my kids go through their things before Christmas to find things to donate to the D.I. before all the new stuff gets dragged in I'm certain we aren't taking as many things out as we're bringing in.&amp;nbsp; How do I know?&amp;nbsp; We have way more stuff than we used to have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donations &lt;/b&gt;- People give us things we'll probably need in the future so we won't have to spend money on them later.&amp;nbsp; But then we have to &lt;i&gt;store them &lt;/i&gt;and hope we remember we have it when we end up needing them.&amp;nbsp; These donations have helped our family spend very little on clothing for the past dozen years, but sometimes I wonder about saving things for a couple of years (storage), not knowing if the sizes or styles will even work for the child they're intended for.&amp;nbsp; I have a beautiful system for rotating clothing and keeping track of it by size and gender, but even with my great system I have a huge pile of Rubbermaid containers in my garage waiting for my kids to grow into them.&amp;nbsp; For the record, I love hand-me-downs and so do my kids (really!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentimental Stuff&lt;/b&gt; - I am not very sentimental about things (pictures don't fall into the "things" category for me, by the way) but this is a huge reason for overstuffed houses. I am not making any judgments here, I'm just pointing out another reason we accumulate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And we &lt;b&gt;keep &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stuff &lt;/i&gt;we don't need for many different reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't want to offend the giver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We might need it "someday"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We intend to eventually get to that project &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We don't know how to get rid of the things that accumulate a little at a time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We keep adding things without getting rid of things at the same rate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Of course neither of these lists are complete - I just wanted to get you thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In my extended family I am likely the one that gets rid of excess stuff the most frequently and the fastest, but I am still woefully overstocked because I don't know &lt;i&gt;how &lt;/i&gt;to get rid of &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll get rid of a box of junk each week for the rest of the year.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I should do it all in one fell swoop.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I should put it all in a holding spot for a while to see if I end up needing it.&amp;nbsp; (Side note: because we can't seem to part with our stuff, storage units are apparently the business to be in right now in our society!)&amp;nbsp; Or maybe I'll invent a device that counts and categorizes items in and items out of a home so we can all manage our stuff before it gets too out of control&amp;nbsp; (somehow I think that wouldn't help the underlying problem). Or maybe it's time for a big yard sale (then again, maybe selling our junk teaches our kids that we can't get rid of it unless we get something in exchange for it).&amp;nbsp; What to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my sister was telling me how much she wants to get rid of things to simplify her life, but then she starts working on it and finds a reason for keeping almost everything.&amp;nbsp; I told her if she took care of my family for a week I could do it for her.&amp;nbsp; And then I realized I want someone to do the same thing for me at my house.&amp;nbsp; It would be immensely easier to get rid of someone else's stuff because each person has a tendency to keep different kinds of things (while we're on the subject can I just say that I would love to go through my husband's closet to weed out a ton of &lt;i&gt;his &lt;/i&gt;stuff, but can't seem to part with much of what is filling my side of the closet, even though I don't wear it). But if someone else were to come in and de-clutter my house I'd probably end up being mad that the stuff I had saved &lt;i&gt;for a reason&lt;/i&gt; was no longer at my disposal every time I needed it.&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;b&gt;maybe &lt;/b&gt;it would be worth not having something at my fingertips once in a while in order to keep a more simplified home.&amp;nbsp; I think this is the direction I'm headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of a phrase I heard frequently in my youth: "&lt;b&gt;All of life is a trade-off&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp; (Thanks, Dad, for this timeless phrase.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And so I ask my readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..how do you (or have you in the past) dealt with the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;stuff &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;in your life?&amp;nbsp; Any tips and tricks you want to share would be appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE, ADDED A FEW DAYS LATER:&lt;br /&gt;So far I've cleared out two big garbage bags of clothes and shoes out of my side of the closet and have gone through several drawers in my hallway and got rid of enough stuff that now I have an empty drawer just waiting until the next time I need some space.&amp;nbsp; 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It was so nice to have them around again; they are such sweet girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMkcc88SI/AAAAAAAABeY/BhxmpcLegOw/s1600/P1040472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMkcc88SI/AAAAAAAABeY/BhxmpcLegOw/s320/P1040472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery and Madi were a little competitive with me and the toys.&amp;nbsp; It was funny to see Avery get so jealous when I held Madi or when she played with his toys.&amp;nbsp; She was very snuggly with me, which was nice since Avery doesn't love to snuggle.&amp;nbsp; They played together nicely most of the day and I think Avery loved having someone around to play with that was near his age.&amp;nbsp; Madi is 2 1/2 years old and Avery is 21 months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMseOsf0I/AAAAAAAABeg/DsaR_nCdbp0/s1600/P1040473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMseOsf0I/AAAAAAAABeg/DsaR_nCdbp0/s320/P1040473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids sneaked in and took a picture of Madi and I taking a nap.&amp;nbsp; Madi went right down for her nap.&amp;nbsp; I sang her a song and she was out like a light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMdLGpq6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/VLgPLYxm5M4/s1600/P1040454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMdLGpq6I/AAAAAAAABeQ/VLgPLYxm5M4/s320/P1040454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia, Avery, Madi and Elizabeth on the teeter-totter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMMMMQMbI/AAAAAAAABeA/PsFr0xk3xDQ/s1600/P1040450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMMMMQMbI/AAAAAAAABeA/PsFr0xk3xDQ/s320/P1040450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls with their daddy.&amp;nbsp; Can you see how much they adore him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMEJfo2BI/AAAAAAAABd4/P6XuVyyp8OQ/s1600/P1040447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMEJfo2BI/AAAAAAAABd4/P6XuVyyp8OQ/s320/P1040447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMTQqOrzI/AAAAAAAABeI/kz1KIW0L-i4/s1600/P1040452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMTQqOrzI/AAAAAAAABeI/kz1KIW0L-i4/s320/P1040452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so grateful that Rob is such a great dad.&amp;nbsp; He really is wonderful with each of our kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8905590936077255043?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8905590936077255043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8905590936077255043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8905590936077255043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8905590936077255043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-wednesday-we-got-to-play-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCbMkcc88SI/AAAAAAAABeY/BhxmpcLegOw/s72-c/P1040472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-691060441799179660</id><published>2010-06-26T00:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:44:38.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Manti, Utah  -- June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5463314f446b784f54593d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Manti, Utah 2010" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5463314f446b784f54593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none;" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Slideshow design&lt;/a&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_bF1IBqI/AAAAAAAABdA/f4s4sLac8oc/s1600/DSCF7105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_bF1IBqI/AAAAAAAABdA/f4s4sLac8oc/s320/DSCF7105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Olivia. Below: Alex, Avery, Olivia, Ashlie and neighbor, Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_ghk6aTI/AAAAAAAABdI/68leAOcVq14/s1600/DSCF7118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_ghk6aTI/AAAAAAAABdI/68leAOcVq14/s320/DSCF7118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_WZKH7JI/AAAAAAAABc4/eGvPn2iYsQk/s1600/DSCF7106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_WZKH7JI/AAAAAAAABc4/eGvPn2iYsQk/s320/DSCF7106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Ashlie.&amp;nbsp; Below: Avery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_Qz5V6GI/AAAAAAAABcw/rg88OCCnkAY/s1600/P1040292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_Qz5V6GI/AAAAAAAABcw/rg88OCCnkAY/s320/P1040292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia and Alex, working on mom school assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-1grxPuI/AAAAAAAABcg/oXZh2BvS0RA/s1600/P1040288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-1grxPuI/AAAAAAAABcg/oXZh2BvS0RA/s320/P1040288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery is finally wanting to snuggle now and then with his mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; Super cute, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-nbPnOXI/AAAAAAAABcY/F_9JUetatjc/s1600/P1040281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-nbPnOXI/AAAAAAAABcY/F_9JUetatjc/s320/P1040281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our kind neighbor offered to let the kids use his "wiggle car".&amp;nbsp; Avery had a blast and was very unhappy to come inside when it was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-bsECGfI/AAAAAAAABcQ/bixzSz0Z674/s1600/P1040245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-bsECGfI/AAAAAAAABcQ/bixzSz0Z674/s320/P1040245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sisters and best friends, Olivia and Ashlie.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if they know how lucky they are to have a built-in best friend and playmate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-KC6A7jI/AAAAAAAABcI/1-sfV-PT2TQ/s1600/P1040067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF-KC6A7jI/AAAAAAAABcI/1-sfV-PT2TQ/s320/P1040067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4279330753953102629?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4279330753953102629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4279330753953102629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4279330753953102629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4279330753953102629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/various-june-pictures.html' title='Various June Pictures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF_bF1IBqI/AAAAAAAABdA/f4s4sLac8oc/s72-c/DSCF7105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5262775001299023320</id><published>2010-06-22T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:18:20.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love sleeping children!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I so love sleeping children!&amp;nbsp; I just can't help but take pictures of them now and then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF7Vqe5Q7I/AAAAAAAABbw/CRKuCs3DPHg/s1600/P1040237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF7Vqe5Q7I/AAAAAAAABbw/CRKuCs3DPHg/s320/P1040237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF7g0V6xTI/AAAAAAAABb4/6wsA5qyDXuQ/s1600/P1040236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCF7g0V6xTI/AAAAAAAABb4/6wsA5qyDXuQ/s320/P1040236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCGYxheT6HI/AAAAAAAABdQ/A_wkZ2VqNdA/s320/Julie+Beck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The following notes  are from a talk given by Julie B. Beck in our Regional Conference, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date day="2" month="5" year="2010"&gt;May 2, 2010 on the Influence of a  Righteous Woman&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;  I know my mom missed this because she was sick and I've talked to a  couple of other people who said they wished they had taken notes, so I  thought I'd share my notes for those who may be interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sister Beck discussed  how mothers are the "lionnesses at the gates of their homes".&amp;nbsp; She  referred to the conference as an "Emergency Meeting".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She  discussed setting our priorities in order by making sure we do the  "essential" things.&amp;nbsp; The "necessary" and "nice" things follow the  "essential" in order of importance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essential:  &lt;/b&gt;Personal Revelation&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. Read scriptures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c.  Ponder&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e. Make and keep  covenants&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; f. Attend sacrament meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; g. Go  to the temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Necessary: &lt;/b&gt;Home-Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a.  Create a house of order&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c.&amp;nbsp; Make a place for the  Lord's spirit to dwell&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Teach children to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e.&amp;nbsp;  Support and love your husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; f. Value important,  better things than those of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; g. Practice being  self-reliant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice:&lt;/b&gt; Things that add variety but won't save  us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  a. Hobbies&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Crafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d.  Movies&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e. Lunch with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sister Beck said many other wonderful things that I  wasn't able to write down.&amp;nbsp; My wonderful friend and visiting teacher found this talk on the lds.org site!&amp;nbsp; Apparently she had also given this talk at Women's Conference at BYU.&amp;nbsp; If you'd like to read it in its entirety (you totally should), click &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/library/display/0,4945,9118-1-5187-1,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4659635964276338959?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4659635964276338959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4659635964276338959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4659635964276338959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4659635964276338959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/power-comes-from-setting-our-priorities.html' title='Power Comes From Setting Our Priorities In Proper Order'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TCGYxheT6HI/AAAAAAAABdQ/A_wkZ2VqNdA/s72-c/Julie+Beck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8346407787949281219</id><published>2010-06-12T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:22:00.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the new schedule we started this week we've begun "Family Fun Time" each day for an hour.&amp;nbsp; This is an hour that I am willing to do what the kids want to do: like go to the park, play games, and the like.&amp;nbsp; On Monday we were on our way to the park when we passed Rob, who was on his way home.&amp;nbsp; We convinced him to come with us and that made it much more fun for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG6WMF_xUI/AAAAAAAABaw/d4nz7OCX7pw/s1600/P1040268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG6WMF_xUI/AAAAAAAABaw/d4nz7OCX7pw/s320/P1040268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG6xv9419I/AAAAAAAABbI/ImFpESy6T-4/s1600/P1040262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG6xv9419I/AAAAAAAABbI/ImFpESy6T-4/s320/P1040262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG6ex9XpAI/AAAAAAAABa4/0MrYXjRwh5Y/s1600/P1040266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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We stuck to our schedule fairly well and it was one of the best weeks EVER.&amp;nbsp; I am serious - I think it might be the &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;best week because my kids have been ANGELS.&amp;nbsp; I don't mean to brag or anything (well, sort of I do), but they have been the most PERFECT children on the planet.&amp;nbsp; I swear our schedule must have come at the perfect time for them because they have responded so well to it. &amp;nbsp; I believe I was guided by the spirit as to what our family needed this summer and that our family is being blessed for our efforts to do what we feel is right for us at this time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's no need to point out that they may not always be so cooperative because I know this.&amp;nbsp; (I have been a parent for nearly 12 years now, you know.)&amp;nbsp; I'm just hoping that their enthusiasm will last long enough that they will realize some of the benefits and that those benefits will help them to want to be self-disciplined in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obstacles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because we've had something scheduled every single evening this week, the kids aren't getting to bed on time which means I haven't had the time I was planning on to work on projects and things I am interested in doing (i.e. blog, family history, etc.).&amp;nbsp; We're also having trouble making time for errands, play dates, visiting teaching and the like.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure how to solve this problem, but I'm working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Benefits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids have had more play time throughout the day (but not all in one block of time, which would make play dates easier) and are playing with each other nicely.&amp;nbsp; They are also getting their work and other responsibilities taken care of quickly and without complaining.&amp;nbsp; I have made time for scripture study during the day and personal study time so I have a chance to read for a little while each day.&amp;nbsp; Our family is reading scriptures and praying together each morning which has really set a good tone in our home for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This has been the favorite part of the day for all of us.&amp;nbsp; We have had so much fun "playing school".&amp;nbsp; The kids ask for more work even after our 90 minutes of Mom School are over.&amp;nbsp; And you wouldn't believe how much work we can get done in 90 minutes together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I scheduled 45 minutes of work time for the kids to do their chores: namely, tidy their rooms, do a daily job (anything from vacuuming to yard work), and a rotation job (put away clean dishes or watering the flowers or garden).&amp;nbsp; 45 minutes has proven to be way more time than they need because they are FINALLY getting the concept that if they work quickly they'll have more free time.&amp;nbsp; It's only taken 5 or so years of consistently giving them work that had to be done before play time.&amp;nbsp; What can I say?&amp;nbsp; They're gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Fun Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I allotted 1 hour each day for Family Fun Time - the period of time where I will play with the kids.&amp;nbsp; We take turns deciding what we'll do for Family Fun Time, but so far the ideas they've come up with are: play at park, go to library, put on a puppet show, dress up, tea party, read together, throw balls to each other, play board games.&amp;nbsp; You get the idea.&amp;nbsp; This is a highlight of the day for the kids for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nap Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lunch I take a 45 minute nap.&amp;nbsp; I would like a 2-hour nap, but 45 minutes gives me enough energy to make it through the rest of the day in a pleasant mood.&amp;nbsp; Avery has been asleep through this time so far, but the kids know they are in charge of him if he wakes up early so they've been extra quiet to ensure he continues to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I have also been pleasantly surprised that they haven't used this time (or any of their free time during the day) to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Restricted or Liberated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all I have found our schedule thus far to be completely liberating because we're using our time wisely and my kids have been angels and I feel good at the end of the day because of how everything played out.&amp;nbsp; I feel&amp;nbsp; like we are actively working toward the goals that are most important to me.&amp;nbsp; Although there are certainly some restrictions (i.e. waking up before some external force requires us to), the benefits have far outweighed the costs.&amp;nbsp; There is a really good feeling in our home right now which I value more than those things we've given up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this opportunity to point out that I am &lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;saying that anyone else should adopt this schedule.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBGD9SXAsSI/AAAAAAAABag/jd_ff0roh18/s1600/Olivia+Journaling+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBGD9SXAsSI/AAAAAAAABag/jd_ff0roh18/s640/Olivia+Journaling+3.jpg" width="465" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBGD_25qplI/AAAAAAAABao/lwziY4Qq-fI/s1600/Olivia+Journaling+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBGD_25qplI/AAAAAAAABao/lwziY4Qq-fI/s640/Olivia+Journaling+4.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get my scanner driver to work properly, but here's the scanned image, uncropped.&amp;nbsp; I thought she wrote some cute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4607998207528322668?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4607998207528322668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4607998207528322668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4607998207528322668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4607998207528322668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/olivias-journaling-entry.html' title='Olivia&apos;s Journaling Entries'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBG9SdUFMtI/AAAAAAAABbY/g7ylXK08nbE/s72-c/P1040065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1276994835140365971</id><published>2010-06-10T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:51:35.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!  I got a response!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago  I emailed Randal A. Wright concerning a survey he had talked about in  one of his presentations (5 Mistakes Parents of Teenagers Make).&amp;nbsp; I didn't hear back from him, so I ended up  posting my blog about heroes without knowing the source of the hero study he cited.&amp;nbsp; It turns out he  wasn't ignoring me, he was just out of the country!&amp;nbsp; He wrote back when he returned and even  emailed me the whole chapter out of his book that talks about heroes and  gives even more information about the survey than I had before!&amp;nbsp; Isn't  that awesome?&amp;nbsp; I'm so excited to read the whole 14 pages!&amp;nbsp; The remainder of this post is an excerpt from Randal A. Wright's book, &lt;i&gt;25 Mistakes LDS Parents Make and How To Avoid Them&lt;/i&gt; (it can be purchased in its entirety &lt;a href="http://3wordjournal.com/"&gt;here)&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;Heroes of Youth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 10" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Creaper%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;78% &lt;/b&gt;historical figures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12%&lt;/b&gt; literary &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10% &lt;/b&gt;relatives/acquaintances&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;(Dorothy Barclay, "Youth's Heroes and Hero Worship," &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New York Times Magazine&lt;/i&gt;, 4 November 1951, p.42.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; However things began to change drastically after that time. In 1923 advertising genius Albert Lasker of the Lord and Thomas advertising agency was hired to boost sales for the American Tobacco Company. The campaign focused on trying to convince women to smoke realizing they could double their potential market if successful. To do this the agency hired female silent movie stars and opera singers to endorse Lucky Strike Cigarettes. This campaign also focused on making women weight conscious and the slogan ‘reach for a Lucky instead of a sweet’ was coined. “Sales of Lucky Strike cigarettes increased by 312% during the following year.” (US News and World Report, March 7, 1994, p. 21.) This campaign demonstrated &lt;/span&gt;that celebrity “heroes” could do an amazing job of selling products. This discovery has had a huge impact on modern families and society as a whole. No wonder &lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;Clare Barnes said: "Advertising has done more to cause the social unrest of the twentieth century than any other single factor." (PQ p.43)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;By 1950 advertisers had totally distorted the traditional hero of the past.. This new celebrity hero often had little to do with the traditional definition of “brave deeds and noble qualities.” The new hero fits much better with the term idol, which by definition is “a person or thing which is excessively admired.” Look at the difference in the heroes of 1900 and 1950. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;Heroes of Youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;33%&lt;/b&gt; historical figures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;00%&lt;/b&gt; literary&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10%&lt;/b&gt; relatives and acquaintances&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;57%&lt;/b&gt; sports, radio, and movie stars&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;(Dorothy Barclay, "Youth's Heroes and Hero Worship," &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The New York Times Magazine&lt;/i&gt;, 4 November 1951, p.42.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; These new celebrity heroes came to represent fame, good looks, individualism, wealth, notoriety, talent and about everything else a person dreams of having in his or her lifetime. Teenagers searching for role models to follow are especially influenced by this barrage.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;Recently we conducted a survey of American high school students to see if those they admired had changed even more since the 1950 survey. We found the following in 2001: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;Heroes of Youth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;2001&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;02% &lt;/b&gt;historical figures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;00%&lt;/b&gt; literary &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12% &lt;/b&gt;relatives and acquaintances&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;86% &lt;/b&gt;sports, radio, television and movie stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;(American Youth Survey, 2001)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But what does all this talk of celebrity heroes or “teen idols” have to do with our families? One thing is apparent. The new heroes all share more in common than just fame, fortune and good looks. What is it they share? They and the companies they represent are all selling something. It may be high priced athletic shoes, CD’s, DVD’s, movie or concert tickets, mid-drift baring clothes or teen magazines, but they are selling something and we as a public are buying. But can they sell more than just products? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: -0.15pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1276994835140365971?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1276994835140365971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1276994835140365971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1276994835140365971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1276994835140365971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay-i-got-response.html' title='Yay!  I got a response!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-600013299354319771</id><published>2010-06-09T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:00:34.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's So Cute I Can't Help It!</title><content type='html'>This child is so adorable I can't help but take a ton of pictures of him.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few for your viewing pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBvVYYzsLI/AAAAAAAABZw/vcdrjGqsx44/s1600/P1040085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBvVYYzsLI/AAAAAAAABZw/vcdrjGqsx44/s320/P1040085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The kids went to 8 different stations, including dipping candles, making fry bread, sand art, leather stamping, playing games, making a game to take home, helping with thank you gifts for the volunteers and something else I cannot now recall.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;And &lt;/i&gt;I got to stay for lunch with the 4th graders and take Olivia home 1/2 an hour before school ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are while eating Indian Fry Bread - mmmmm!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfWHvoIlI/AAAAAAAABYI/JnuI8_Wzb9g/s1600/DSCF7026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfWHvoIlI/AAAAAAAABYI/JnuI8_Wzb9g/s320/DSCF7026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia in the foreground, her friend Saige in the background (right) and Saige's dad and grandma, who also helped out all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfKlUfaiI/AAAAAAAABX4/CsUy7AUdvc4/s1600/DSCF7018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfKlUfaiI/AAAAAAAABX4/CsUy7AUdvc4/s320/DSCF7018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to brag or anything, but my little Viva is buff!&amp;nbsp; She beat this boy several times while doing this stick pull game.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and now she's strong enough to cut the lawn - most of it, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfN_1iamI/AAAAAAAABYA/pHQRzaSEFJg/s1600/DSCF7019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfN_1iamI/AAAAAAAABYA/pHQRzaSEFJg/s320/DSCF7019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1301806279320344462?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1301806279320344462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1301806279320344462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1301806279320344462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1301806279320344462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/4th-grade-mountain-man-day.html' title='4th Grade Mountain Man Day'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TBBfWHvoIlI/AAAAAAAABYI/JnuI8_Wzb9g/s72-c/DSCF7026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-5363452506244543579</id><published>2010-06-07T02:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T02:31:42.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Hero?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVHTg2u-BI/AAAAAAAABWo/wLPO8nd_uIg/s1600/American+Idol+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVHTg2u-BI/AAAAAAAABWo/wLPO8nd_uIg/s320/American+Idol+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;American Idol&lt;/i&gt; just completed its 9th season.&amp;nbsp; Its viewers range from 9.9 to 38 million per episode in the United States.&amp;nbsp; The 9.9 million number was from the beginning of season 1; the next lowest viewer total was 19.6 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners and contestants from this television show are household names - children and adults are familiar with these singers and some people can tell you all about the contestants.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if as many people could tell you in as much detail about the Founding Fathers or what each of the major wars in our country were fought over.&amp;nbsp; My point is that a huge number of people can cite pop culture idols but know little of real heroes.&amp;nbsp; I am far from knowing all I want to know about American history and I should certainly work to learn more, but I have an abiding, deep respect for the people that sacrificed many dear things to build our nation.&amp;nbsp; I also have a desire to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVD15mDaMI/AAAAAAAABWA/Ya4QIVZWwPM/s1600/DSCF7020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVD15mDaMI/AAAAAAAABWA/Ya4QIVZWwPM/s320/DSCF7020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;This is a display  at Tolman Elementary, which honors our nation's founders and provides  information about the establishment of our government.&amp;nbsp; It also includes  a copy of the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights.&amp;nbsp; Way  to go, Tolman, for investing in this display to help educate children in  important things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hero:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="d"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVF3kRZ85I/AAAAAAAABWg/msQTFmMUhGI/s1600/superman6.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVF3kRZ85I/AAAAAAAABWg/msQTFmMUhGI/s200/superman6.gif" width="114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a mythological or  legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or  ability &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an illustrious warrior &lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a man admired for his achievements and noble  qualities &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; one that shows great  courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; the principal male  character in a literary or dramatic work &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;  the central figure in an event, period, or movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;plural usually&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;heros&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/submarine"&gt;submarine&lt;/a&gt;  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an object of extreme  admiration and devotion &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/idol"&gt;idol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="d"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="d"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Idol&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="d"&gt;a representation or  symbol of an object of worship; &lt;i&gt;broadly&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a  false god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a likeness of  something &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;obsolete&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/pretender"&gt;pretender&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/impostor"&gt;impostor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a form or appearance visible but without substance &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;an a="" b.="" enchanted="" idol="" lifeless="" p.="" phantom,="" shelley="" —=""&gt;&lt;/an&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an object of  extreme devotion &lt;span class="vi"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;amp;postID=5363452506244543579" idol="" movie=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;amp;postID=5363452506244543579" idol="" movie=""&gt;; &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt;   &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/ideal"&gt;ideal&lt;/a&gt; 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a false conception &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/fallacy"&gt;fallacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVFV1ffthI/AAAAAAAABWQ/U8XcEybCaDo/s1600/Founding+Fathers+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVFV1ffthI/AAAAAAAABWQ/U8XcEybCaDo/s320/Founding+Fathers+pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Considering these definitions, are some of your heroes actually idols?&amp;nbsp; I think it's important to distinguish between the two and make sure we are educating the children around us about true heroes so they will look up to those who have a &lt;i&gt;meaningful &lt;/i&gt;impact on others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some interesting (tragic) information from a study conducted in 1900 and 1950 on heroes.&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to figure out the name of the study and will update this when I find out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; 1900&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1950&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Historical Figures&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 78%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 33%&lt;br /&gt;Literary Figures&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 12%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 0%&lt;br /&gt;Relatives and Acquaintances&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10%&lt;br /&gt;Figures in Entertainment&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 0%&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 57%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the trend?&amp;nbsp; What a tragedy!&amp;nbsp; I think&amp;nbsp; television (introduced in homes in the 1930s) and radio (common in homes in the 1920s) played a major part in the evolution of heroes between the years 1900 and 1950.&amp;nbsp; Imagine what the numbers would be today!&amp;nbsp; I have a feeling today's heroic figures would include animated characters at least as frequently as historical figures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;My point: teach the children around you about&lt;b&gt; true heroes&lt;/b&gt; and how to distinguish between a hero and an idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture of founding fathers is by John Buxton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-5363452506244543579?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5363452506244543579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=5363452506244543579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5363452506244543579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/5363452506244543579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-your-hero.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Hero?'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVHTg2u-BI/AAAAAAAABWo/wLPO8nd_uIg/s72-c/American+Idol+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-1116186539926795573</id><published>2010-06-01T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:18:17.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying May!</title><content type='html'>Avery loves this little bike.&amp;nbsp; It was Alex's, then Gage used it when I babysat him and now Avery's enjoying it.&amp;nbsp; The only problem is that when it's time to come inside Avery wants to bring it inside too.&amp;nbsp; He has thrown several fits because I won't let it come inside.&amp;nbsp; Poor, picked on Avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQCHCRJFI/AAAAAAAABWw/lfiLvexAKhM/s1600/P1030623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQCHCRJFI/AAAAAAAABWw/lfiLvexAKhM/s320/P1030623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlie is so wonderful with Avery. She helps me out so much; I don't know what I'd do without her.&amp;nbsp; And (I'm convinced this is the reason) because of her caretaking Avery adores Ashlie. &amp;nbsp; Regardless of age, you can't help but love people that take care of you.&amp;nbsp; Conversely, we learn to love those we take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQQb-PfGI/AAAAAAAABW4/p5ixCe7pG8U/s1600/P1030625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQQb-PfGI/AAAAAAAABW4/p5ixCe7pG8U/s320/P1030625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are borrowing my in-laws fire pit.&amp;nbsp; It has been so much fun to have around.&amp;nbsp; We're going to have to get ourselves one of these!&amp;nbsp; The kids have loved building the fire, roasting hot dogs, marshmallows and s'mores and just hanging out outdoors.&amp;nbsp; And I have loved all these benefits without the hassles that come with camping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQq1IVy9I/AAAAAAAABXI/OYLPTg3R8mU/s1600/P1030638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQq1IVy9I/AAAAAAAABXI/OYLPTg3R8mU/s320/P1030638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQbn-UEdI/AAAAAAAABXA/bL5MsQDZKyg/s1600/P1030636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQbn-UEdI/AAAAAAAABXA/bL5MsQDZKyg/s320/P1030636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love our side yard!&amp;nbsp; It is such a nice place to be in the spring, summer and fall.&amp;nbsp; It is on the west side of our house, so there is shade in the hot summer evenings.&amp;nbsp; In the winter I really miss this extension of our home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRQDdQz_I/AAAAAAAABXg/LaHw8kbu604/s1600/P1030642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRQDdQz_I/AAAAAAAABXg/LaHw8kbu604/s320/P1030642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQ4beTu4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/bMoChJY1tjQ/s1600/P1030640.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQ4beTu4I/AAAAAAAABXQ/bMoChJY1tjQ/s320/P1030640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRD4bzNQI/AAAAAAAABXY/5Ks4gEFdn_0/s1600/P1030641.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRD4bzNQI/AAAAAAAABXY/5Ks4gEFdn_0/s320/P1030641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRa235yjI/AAAAAAAABXo/cP3MYGo0tc8/s1600/P1030644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRa235yjI/AAAAAAAABXo/cP3MYGo0tc8/s320/P1030644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My crazy kids!&amp;nbsp; They were in the mood for a photo shoot one night before bed.&amp;nbsp; I guess they'll do just about anything to postpone bedtime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRjVstezI/AAAAAAAABXw/jHVsTopzMe4/s1600/P1030650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVRjVstezI/AAAAAAAABXw/jHVsTopzMe4/s320/P1030650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-1116186539926795573?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1116186539926795573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=1116186539926795573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1116186539926795573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/1116186539926795573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/avery-loves-this-little-bike.html' title='Enjoying May!'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TAVQCHCRJFI/AAAAAAAABWw/lfiLvexAKhM/s72-c/P1030623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-198984859079050754</id><published>2010-06-01T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:39:49.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Lectures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TALmnLSZTEI/AAAAAAAABV4/jKuf5OT3E-4/s1600/ipod+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TALmnLSZTEI/AAAAAAAABV4/jKuf5OT3E-4/s320/ipod+clip+art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I have bunch of talks on my ipod that I LOVE and listen to every 6 or 9 months because they inspire and teach me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess one of the main reasons I listen to these talks again and again is because it helps me to make &lt;b&gt;conscious &lt;/b&gt;decisions about the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite talks is by James D. MacArthur, a psychology professor at BYU.&amp;nbsp; In his talk, &lt;a href="http://www.byub.org/talks/Talk.aspx?id=1528"&gt;Parents and Self  Worth&lt;/a&gt;, he discusses the idea of parenting &lt;b&gt;deliberately &lt;/b&gt;- something that requires actually thinking about where we're at as parents right now, how the things we're doing now are working or not and making changes based on the end result we're hoping for.&amp;nbsp; This idea of deliberate parenting has stuck with me and the specific ideas he gives have been very helpful to me.&amp;nbsp; Another of my favorite concepts from Dr. MacArthur is expressing love for our children both &lt;b&gt;because of the decisions they make&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;just because they are who they are&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If we choose to express love to children only based on what they DO, they will probably never quite measure up - or never think they've measured up.&amp;nbsp; If we express love only based on "existence = worth", they may not reach their full potential.&amp;nbsp; It is the &lt;i&gt;balance &lt;/i&gt;of these two that helps to produce emotionally healthy children.&amp;nbsp; There is so much information in this presentation that every parent should learn and try.&amp;nbsp; Dr. MacArthur's book goes into waaaay more detail: &lt;i&gt;Everyday Parents Raising Great Kids&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorite talks is &lt;a href="http://www.byub.org/talks/Talk.aspx?id=1462"&gt;To the Parents of Teenagers: Avoiding 5 Oft-Made Mistakes&lt;/a&gt; by Randal A. Wright.&amp;nbsp; I found that there is a talk with the same title by Brent Barlow, but I don't know if the content is the same.&amp;nbsp; This, too, is from Education Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of my favorites is &lt;a href="http://www.byub.org/talks/Talk.aspx?id=1543"&gt;I Can Do All Things Through Christ Which Strengtheneth Me&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is by Jack Rushton, a man who was in a surfing accident and became a quadriplegic.&amp;nbsp; He tells his story and discusses how Christ can help us get through any and everything we have to face.&amp;nbsp; He talks about the difference between &lt;i&gt;being cured&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;healing&lt;/i&gt; and finding peace in the circumstances we find ourselves in.&amp;nbsp; He has written a book, &lt;i&gt;It's Good To Be Alive&lt;/i&gt;, which I would LOVE to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love &lt;a href="http://www.byub.org/talks/Talk.aspx?id=1454"&gt;Righteous Warriors&lt;/a&gt; by John Bytheway.&amp;nbsp; He mostly teaches teenagers but even as an adult I love his talks.&amp;nbsp; This one is all about the "War Chapters" in the Book of Mormon.&amp;nbsp; These are some of my favorite chapters now that I have really studied them and after learning many of the specific ways they relate to our day.&amp;nbsp; Incidentally, my girls listen to John Bytheway talks all the time when they're getting ready for bed and going to sleep because they think he's funny and interesting.&amp;nbsp; I love this!&amp;nbsp; Bytheway has written several books and also has tons of talks on CD.&amp;nbsp; My favorites are on The John Bytheway Collection: Volume 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more I could list but this is enough for now.&amp;nbsp; I hope that if one of these talks sounds interesting that you'll take the time to listen to it.&amp;nbsp; Who knows, it just might help with something you're struggling with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in listening to or downloading these kinds of talks to your mp3 player, visit &lt;a href="http://www.byub.org/talks/"&gt;BYU Broadcasting&lt;/a&gt; and follow the instructions found there.&amp;nbsp; It's super easy and a great resource!&amp;nbsp; Find talks from Education Week, BYU Women's Conference, General Conference, BYU Forums and Devotionals and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-198984859079050754?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/198984859079050754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=198984859079050754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/198984859079050754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/198984859079050754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/06/favorite-presentations.html' title='Favorite Lectures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/TALmnLSZTEI/AAAAAAAABV4/jKuf5OT3E-4/s72-c/ipod+clip+art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-7169050106448661421</id><published>2010-05-30T06:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T06:00:05.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting Away Childish Things</title><content type='html'>I see an increasing need for girls and boys to be taught how to be women and men. I have heard of so many people lately who can't seem to get past their teenage selves and into adulthood.&amp;nbsp; I can't say I understand this phenomenon. I've seen so many men lately who have left their wives and children to play and pretend they are single men.&amp;nbsp; I've seen women who put their own needs ahead of the needs of their children time and time again.&amp;nbsp; I don't know if I'm just becoming more and more aware of this or if the problem is spreading like a plague, but either way it is &lt;strike&gt;disconcerting&lt;/strike&gt; alarming and the effects on our society are devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this video about &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?autoplay=true&amp;amp;index=5&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=ced7b0333ee92210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD"&gt;real men&lt;/a&gt; that I'd love to share with everyone.&amp;nbsp; Also, in April's general conference the following was read by Sister Julie B. Beck, quoting Eliza R. Snow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We want to be ladies in very deed, not according to the term of the word as the world judges, but fit companions of the Gods and Holy Ones.&amp;nbsp; In an organized capacity we can assist each other in not only doing good but in refining ourselves, and whether few or many come forward and help to prosecute this great work, they will be those that will fill honorable positions in the Kingdom of God...Women should be women and not babies that need petting and correction all the time.&amp;nbsp; I know we like to be appreciated but if we do not get all the appreciation we think is our due, what matters?&amp;nbsp; We know the Lord has laid high responsibility upon us, and there is not a wish or desire that the Lord has implanted in our hearts in righteousness but will be realized, and the greatest good we can do to ourselves and each other is to refine and cultivate ourselves in everything that is good and ennobling to qualify us for those responsibilities."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I want my girls to grow up to be the kind of women that are described in this quote. I read in a book (Reviving Ophelia) that the "&lt;i&gt;selfishness of the teen years is a developmental stage, not a character flaw&lt;/i&gt;".&amp;nbsp; While I believe this to be true, I also believe that once the teen years are over it's time to grow up and actively work toward becoming unselfish adults who try to put the needs of their family above their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings to mind the following scripture:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/1_cor/13/11#11"&gt;1 Cor. 13: 11&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I  thought as a child: but when I became a man, I &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;away&lt;/span&gt; childish &lt;span class="searchword"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/blockquote&gt;It is to Rob's credit that he was able to marry at a young age, start a family quickly and yet "put away childish things".&amp;nbsp; He has steadily supported our family through tremendous hard work and long hours ever since.&amp;nbsp; He supports our children in every way and he has been faithful to and supportive of me.&amp;nbsp; He is a real man.&amp;nbsp; To us, "Family is Everything" and life is easier for all of us because we value family highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story.&amp;nbsp; In January our van's transmission went out (you know, right after Christmas when money is especially tight).&amp;nbsp; Rob's parents loaned us the $3000 to fix the van (thank you!).&amp;nbsp; I was really discouraged because the van is only worth about $3000, yet we couldn't afford to buy a new one yet and had to sink that much money back into the vehicle we were anxious to get rid of.&amp;nbsp; Having to pay for these repairs would increase the time it took to get a new van by at least a year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Rob was in the process of selling his beloved fish "stuff", including several large tanks, his stingrays and other exotic fish he had collected over the past couple of years.&amp;nbsp; He had decided to sell them and put the money into his 'motorcycle fund'.&amp;nbsp; Shortly after the van needed to be repaired, Rob decided (with no pressure from his parents) to use the money he had earned from selling his fish stuff to pay his parents back rather than be that much closer to having a motorcycle.&amp;nbsp; Now, if this isn't the stuff real men are made of, I don't know what is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob will probably never know how much it means to me that he made this sacrifice for our family because words cannot express how wonderful I think that decision was.&amp;nbsp; He is a wonderful example to my boys of the kind of men they should try to become and an example to my girls of the kind of men I hope they marry.&amp;nbsp; Even though I don't tell him or show him nearly enough, Rob is and will always be my Prince Charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-7169050106448661421?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7169050106448661421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=7169050106448661421&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7169050106448661421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/7169050106448661421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/putting-away-childish-things.html' title='Putting Away Childish Things'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-2637146911295265426</id><published>2010-05-29T04:08:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:25:36.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-YFmjPJNI/AAAAAAAABUg/MOoyyOVU27U/s1600/fork+in+road+clipart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-YFmjPJNI/AAAAAAAABUg/MOoyyOVU27U/s320/fork+in+road+clipart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth; &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                      And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;amp;postID=2637146911295265426" id="AdBriteInlineAd_step" name="AdBriteInlineAd_step" style="background: url(&amp;quot;http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif&amp;quot;) repeat-x scroll center bottom transparent; cursor: pointer; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px; text-decoration: none;" target="_top"&gt;step&lt;/a&gt; had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;                      I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And that has made all the difference. &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-2637146911295265426?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2637146911295265426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=2637146911295265426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2637146911295265426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/2637146911295265426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html' title='Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-YFmjPJNI/AAAAAAAABUg/MOoyyOVU27U/s72-c/fork+in+road+clipart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-919823658757302455</id><published>2010-05-28T04:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:02:31.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Roads Diverged...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this for a while and finally decided to blog about it.&amp;nbsp; I guess I feel like I need to commit to the world that I'm making some changes: not just to demonstrate my resolve, but also to help the people around me see what I'm all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-dGh6oDMI/AAAAAAAABVY/2GdW7XQa9w0/s1600/crossroads+clip+art+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-dGh6oDMI/AAAAAAAABVY/2GdW7XQa9w0/s200/crossroads+clip+art+2.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever had a time in your life where you felt like you were at a cross-roads?&amp;nbsp; That you had come to a pivotal place where your choices were going to make a huge difference in your life?&amp;nbsp; I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try really hard to be a good mother who teaches her children important things and is consistent (most of the time) and loving.&amp;nbsp; I set boundaries and have rules for acceptable conduct and try to make time for each of my kids.&amp;nbsp; It's just that we have too many &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;good &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and even many &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;better &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;things   in our lives, but we're having trouble making time for some of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;best   &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;things.&amp;nbsp; I've got to consider the cumulative effect of my  daily decisions and make sure I'm doing all that I can to provide my children with the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time of late pondering what I really want out of my life and have come to the conclusion that I simply must instigate some changes in my home if I am going to be the kind of parent I actually want to be.&amp;nbsp; Being good isn't enough for me; I want to be great!&amp;nbsp; In the blink of an eye my children are going to be grown up and gone and  I know I will wonder if I've done as much for them as I could have  done.&amp;nbsp; I want to limit my regrets as much as possible, so I'm making some  changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-cNpmziDI/AAAAAAAABVQ/yZCE1y-eLRE/s1600/Cleaning+balance+time+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-cNpmziDI/AAAAAAAABVQ/yZCE1y-eLRE/s320/Cleaning+balance+time+clip+art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I am great at cleaning.&amp;nbsp; I generally keep a tidy house and Rob  and I work to keep a nice-looking yard.&amp;nbsp; However, I know my tendency is  to spend &lt;b&gt;too much time cleaning&lt;/b&gt; and at the end of the day (or week) I  realize I didn't accomplish many of the important things I wanted to  do and the house is a mess again regardless.&amp;nbsp; So lately I have made a concerted effort to clean my house&lt;i&gt; less&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This may sound strange to some people, but at the end of the day a  perfectly clean house is not what I want to be remembered by.&amp;nbsp; Don't get  me wrong: I still want a tidy, sanitary place to live which is devoid of excess clutter - it's just that  it doesn't &lt;i&gt;need &lt;/i&gt;to be quite as clean as I actually &lt;i&gt;like &lt;/i&gt;it  to be. Now, this is only going to be beneficial if I use the time I had  been spending cleaning to do something that is even more important to  me, so I've come up with a schedule to help myself stay on track for the  summer.&amp;nbsp; I know schedules can be scary because they feel restrictive,  but I'm trying to look at it from the perspective that if I stick to a  schedule I will make the time for things that are most important  to me (I've even scheduled in "project time" each day for things like family history!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-d2MPD6lI/AAAAAAAABVo/W7L5lpsCjMs/s1600/calendar+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-d2MPD6lI/AAAAAAAABVo/W7L5lpsCjMs/s200/calendar+clip+art.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, my family is over-scheduled.&amp;nbsp; We've got to &lt;b&gt;simplify our lives and stay home more&lt;/b&gt; to make time for some of the other things on my list.&amp;nbsp; Before committing to something, I'm going to think about whether it enhances or detracts from my goals for my family.&amp;nbsp; This will inevitably impact the people around us, but hopefully they will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm not spending enough &lt;b&gt;time teaching my kids&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I teach them things as we go along through life and we have Family Home Evening most of the time, but I want them to know &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; and in order to do that, I've got to invest more structured time.&amp;nbsp; I specifically want to spend more time teaching Bible and Book of Mormon stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-b3BnWxFI/AAAAAAAABVA/NQKeO0prQho/s1600/Libra+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-b3BnWxFI/AAAAAAAABVA/NQKeO0prQho/s200/Libra+clip+art.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fourth, I need to schedule in more &lt;b&gt;time for personal study, prayer, meditation and journal writing&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; These are things that are important to me and trying to squeeze them in at the end of the day isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I want to spend more &lt;b&gt;quality time with my kids.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm notorious for multi-tasking.&amp;nbsp; Sure, this is mostly a good quality, but when it comes to making kids feel important it gets in the way.&amp;nbsp; I want my kids to have some dedicated "mom time" every single day.&amp;nbsp; And so I'm scheduling in time during the summer to do something with them without the distractions of my to-do list.&amp;nbsp; This time could be spent playing games, going on a walk, reading books together, being silly or just talking.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure they'll think up some other creative ideas, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-bzoClFsI/AAAAAAAABUo/I6kRw1Bc9nc/s1600/Woman+sleeping+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-bzoClFsI/AAAAAAAABUo/I6kRw1Bc9nc/s200/Woman+sleeping+clip+art.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sixth, I'm going to &lt;b&gt;limit my sleep&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;love &lt;/i&gt;to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I would love to sleep 10 hours each night and take a nap every afternoon!&amp;nbsp; Waking up to an alarm clock when the kids don't have to make it to  school at a specific time is one sacrifice I'm going to make to reach my  ultimate goals.&amp;nbsp; My summer schedule starts at 8:00 a.m.&amp;nbsp; Good thing school's out so I don't have to wake up too early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-b5qzLYHI/AAAAAAAABVI/xEY_DRDkwuM/s1600/Video+game+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-b5qzLYHI/AAAAAAAABVI/xEY_DRDkwuM/s200/Video+game+clip+art.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seventh, we're going to spend &lt;b&gt;less time with our electronic friends&lt;/b&gt; and more time playing outdoors.&amp;nbsp; This is a change I've wanted to make for a while and now is the time.&amp;nbsp; I'm a little bit scared to face my husband and kids on this one, but I'm the Mom, so I'm willing to fight this battle to free up time for better things.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound like a list of New Year's Resolutions which will promptly be tossed aside when reality sets in, but I am determined to improve in these areas because I've got my "eye on the prize".&amp;nbsp; I know this is a lot to change all at once, but I have to make the changes that require giving something up in order to have time for the changes that involve doing more important things.&amp;nbsp; Making changes one by one would certainly be an improvement, but I'm in the market for more of an overhaul.&amp;nbsp; I'm certain that my proposed schedule will have to be tweaked and some days we'll abandon it altogether, but it's a starting place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp; Saturdays and one weekday each week during the summer will be schedule-free, reserved for things like field trips, running errands or sleeping in late.&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, the days I work (twice a month) don't count either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-919823658757302455?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/919823658757302455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=919823658757302455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/919823658757302455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/919823658757302455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-roads-diverged.html' title='Two Roads Diverged...'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_-dGh6oDMI/AAAAAAAABVY/2GdW7XQa9w0/s72-c/crossroads+clip+art+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-8888646761884958037</id><published>2010-05-28T03:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:03:31.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Out There?</title><content type='html'>I would love to know who reads this blog.  If you're reading this, would you leave a comment so I know who you are?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-8888646761884958037?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8888646761884958037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=8888646761884958037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8888646761884958037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/8888646761884958037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/whos-out-there.html' title='Who&apos;s Out There?'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-4202560109207029796</id><published>2010-05-20T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:03:54.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE the old-fashioned "Little People".&amp;nbsp; My mom gave us some a few years back and I bought some on ebay.&amp;nbsp; Luckily Avery loves them as much as I do.&amp;nbsp; We just leave this little house open most of the time and he sits just the way he's shown in the picture to play with them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8-LZDx4I/AAAAAAAABSI/dI82x7srAmc/s1600/P1030575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8-LZDx4I/AAAAAAAABSI/dI82x7srAmc/s320/P1030575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Avery learning to cut the grass: (train 'em young, I say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8FT4gXqI/AAAAAAAABRY/NdMLLt_-fTE/s1600/P1030544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8FT4gXqI/AAAAAAAABRY/NdMLLt_-fTE/s320/P1030544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My three youngest kids in their footed sleepers.&amp;nbsp; Ashlie wishes she had some too.&amp;nbsp; Avery didn't want to cooperate for the picture because he was over-tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C82VPxLSI/AAAAAAAABSA/QPeRv0un_p4/s1600/P1030573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C82VPxLSI/AAAAAAAABSA/QPeRv0un_p4/s320/P1030573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just eatin' some lunch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C783ZCBUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/qdfW-CwIgd8/s1600/P1030539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C783ZCBUI/AAAAAAAABRQ/qdfW-CwIgd8/s320/P1030539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alex is a great help around the house!&amp;nbsp; Avery likes to "vacuum" with his little toy, so he follows around whomever is vacuuming and copies their motions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8SeF0D5I/AAAAAAAABRg/qFZbtTzSNnE/s1600/Vacuuming+%286%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8SeF0D5I/AAAAAAAABRg/qFZbtTzSNnE/s320/Vacuuming+%286%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8lDyAA4I/AAAAAAAABRw/ARd2ZVI7wLs/s1600/P1030560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8lDyAA4I/AAAAAAAABRw/ARd2ZVI7wLs/s320/P1030560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately when Avery gets sleepy he just finds a piece of carpet somewhere and starts drinking his milk with his blankie.&amp;nbsp; I ask if he's ready to go nigh-night and he nods, then I carry him in to bed.&amp;nbsp; So sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8tqqvs5I/AAAAAAAABR4/x9Jg-t3RMTA/s1600/P1030562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8tqqvs5I/AAAAAAAABR4/x9Jg-t3RMTA/s320/P1030562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery loves this old stroller of Olivia's.&amp;nbsp; He carts his teddy bear and sippy cup around in it many times every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8cFLw9gI/AAAAAAAABRo/FYNwzJzfCa8/s1600/P1030557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8cFLw9gI/AAAAAAAABRo/FYNwzJzfCa8/s320/P1030557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery is such a hat boy!&amp;nbsp; His very favorite (by far) is his brother's baseball cap.&amp;nbsp; He wears it around all the time, usually with his head tilted up so he can see out.&amp;nbsp; Alex is wonderful to share with his little brother, almost always taking it right off his head and giving it to Avery.&amp;nbsp; He is an amazing older brother, always showing him how to do things and sharing his stuff (which he hates to share with anyone else).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C9I9UlqXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/yVvnMtodCug/s1600/P1030580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C9I9UlqXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/yVvnMtodCug/s320/P1030580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177689956916747163-4202560109207029796?l=natterbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4202560109207029796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177689956916747163&amp;postID=4202560109207029796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4202560109207029796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177689956916747163/posts/default/4202560109207029796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natterbee.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-pictures.html' title='May Pictures'/><author><name>natterbee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029885107616141136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/SY-vMSXI5XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j1owJ7GTa7Y/S220/2008+Nov+107.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_C8-LZDx4I/AAAAAAAABSI/dI82x7srAmc/s72-c/P1030575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177689956916747163.post-6054551825626667512</id><published>2010-05-16T22:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:33:20.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love SPRINGTIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DCYeCDbkI/AAAAAAAABSY/J05hhdI-pj8/s1600/Avery+Flowers+%281%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DCYeCDbkI/AAAAAAAABSY/J05hhdI-pj8/s320/Avery+Flowers+%281%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery loves the warm weather.&amp;nbsp; He was watering some flowers (and brick) in these pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DClxBvwSI/AAAAAAAABSg/VSN0ZhuDETw/s1600/Avery+Flowers+%283%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DClxBvwSI/AAAAAAAABSg/VSN0ZhuDETw/s320/Avery+Flowers+%283%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at the pretty pattern it makes on the concrete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DCzlT02BI/AAAAAAAABSo/v9eCJwkly9Y/s1600/Avery+Flowers+%287%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DCzlT02BI/AAAAAAAABSo/v9eCJwkly9Y/s320/Avery+Flowers+%287%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how he smiles for the camera.&amp;nbsp; Yep, eyes completely closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DDA8KKElI/AAAAAAAABSw/huU8CGIO8Ro/s1600/Avery+Flowers+%288%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GtiJl2nTOQU/S_DDA8KKElI/AAAAAAAABSw/huU8CGIO8Ro/s320/Avery+Flowers+%288%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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