<?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-1113974964501429809</id><updated>2011-11-07T14:01:14.344-06:00</updated><category term='family life'/><category term='comfort zones'/><category term='MOTY awards'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Catholic Trivia'/><category term='kids'/><category term='sports'/><category term='Baby Talk'/><title type='text'>Motherhood Saves Me</title><subtitle type='html'>It is ironic.  Motherhood also makes me a little loco.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3802943240525899889</id><published>2011-08-19T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:32:35.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Sheep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Luke just came in and said, "I forgot how to go to sleep."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3802943240525899889?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3802943240525899889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3802943240525899889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3802943240525899889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3802943240525899889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/counting-sheep.html' title='Counting Sheep'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8154823095332661390</id><published>2011-08-19T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:32:35.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening his Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the greatest blessings I've received from my dabbling in the home school world, is that my mind was opened to the vast array of resources available to parents.  So, to my childrens' delight, every summer I give them opportunities for Summer Enrichment!  For my very energetic 9 year old son, I chose the "Blessed Pier Giorgio Frassati; Journey to the Summit" and "Alvin's Secret Code."  I was trying to elevate his thinking, to open his mind, to expand his horizons beyond "Calvin and Hobbes."  He was less than thrilled with these selections and thought he was going to get out of reading them if he just put it off long enough.  He was incorrect.  School starts on Tuesday and he was told that if he didn't finish them he would get to bring them to school for reading time.  To his surprise, he actually liked the story of young Blessed Pier, so I thought he would love the next book too which is a story about secret messages.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how fast he has read a book he has little interest in.  I am sure the comprehension would not be impressive.   Tonight as his dad tucked him in, he said he was almost finished with the book Mom was making him read and then he can move to "Killer Pizza!"   Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8154823095332661390?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8154823095332661390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8154823095332661390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8154823095332661390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8154823095332661390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2011/08/opening-his-mind.html' title='Opening his Mind'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2734066711685979083</id><published>2010-08-05T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:42:28.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is Much Smarter than Me</title><content type='html'>The other day Hannah was looking at a license plate next to us and she said, "I really don't like the number 7. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, "What is wrong with the number 7?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah replied, "Well, actually, I really don't like any of the prime numbers because they can only be divided by 1 and themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," was all I could think to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2734066711685979083?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2734066711685979083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2734066711685979083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2734066711685979083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2734066711685979083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-is-much-smarter-than-me.html' title='She is Much Smarter than Me'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1231973888770785103</id><published>2010-08-05T09:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:40:18.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Faithful Friend</title><content type='html'>Sophia was telling her cousins about one of her friends from school, and she was describing her recess woes.  Sophia explained that sometimes her friend says she wants to play, but then just goes away.  Then she added, "But I just want her to be my friend, because she has such a cute voice. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I've always told my kids, it is..."Friends are best chosen by the cuteness of their voices!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1231973888770785103?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1231973888770785103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1231973888770785103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1231973888770785103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1231973888770785103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/08/faithful-friend.html' title='A Faithful Friend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6038165379537055453</id><published>2010-07-07T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:12:43.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wee Bit Self Critical</title><content type='html'>Hannah's Reflection on her first day of Jazz Class: &lt;em&gt; I am only lacking balance and grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6038165379537055453?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6038165379537055453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6038165379537055453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6038165379537055453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6038165379537055453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/07/wee-bit-self-critical.html' title='A Wee Bit Self Critical'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4270362929815025084</id><published>2010-04-09T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:22:56.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protecting Her Turf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S79-bt8eHMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Sw9O2B7htI/s1600/100_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458220288051125442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S79-bt8eHMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Sw9O2B7htI/s400/100_2400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have so many siblings, you can't mince your words when protecting your Easter Stash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4270362929815025084?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4270362929815025084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4270362929815025084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4270362929815025084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4270362929815025084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/04/protecting-her-turf.html' title='Protecting Her Turf'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S79-bt8eHMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Sw9O2B7htI/s72-c/100_2400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6226930908883650700</id><published>2010-03-28T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:45:42.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Curve</title><content type='html'>Sophia was singing her ABC's today at Katie's soccer game and she got to H,I,J,K...,&lt;br /&gt;she said, "What's elimino?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't remember seeing that letter on " The Talking Letter Factory."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6226930908883650700?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6226930908883650700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6226930908883650700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6226930908883650700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6226930908883650700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/learning-curve.html' title='Learning Curve'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-605730967931682181</id><published>2010-03-21T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:31:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Conscience</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, being prompted by Josh - see my kids do save me, I took my kids to confession.  As we were waiting in line, I was trying to do a quick examination of my conscience.  Sophia asked if she could have a piece of paper to write down her sins.  That made me chuckle.  Then she looked at me and whispered, "Are you writing down that you yelled at me and were mean to me as some of your bad choices?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked  her for her assistance in remembering my sins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-605730967931682181?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/605730967931682181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=605730967931682181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/605730967931682181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/605730967931682181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-little-conscience.html' title='My Little Conscience'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4770475042474688776</id><published>2010-02-22T16:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:30:49.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All In A Day's Work</title><content type='html'>First, she was a "robert" who "sells money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S4MFTawGLXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yX5a_5Ri-hk/s1600-h/100_1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441198605950397810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S4MFTawGLXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yX5a_5Ri-hk/s400/100_1899.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, she is a cheerleader at Camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S4MFT0_nITI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HkLrzBmqVjM/s1600-h/100_1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441198612994793778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S4MFT0_nITI/AAAAAAAAAdw/HkLrzBmqVjM/s400/100_1902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1113974964501429809-4770475042474688776?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4770475042474688776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4770475042474688776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4770475042474688776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4770475042474688776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-in-days-work.html' title='All In A Day&apos;s Work'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S4MFTawGLXI/AAAAAAAAAdo/yX5a_5Ri-hk/s72-c/100_1899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8826714037202307399</id><published>2010-02-16T21:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:30:50.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbly, not Proudly</title><content type='html'>"Wear your ashes humbly, not proudly." That is the main point of an article that my friend sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash Wednesday has always been interesting to me. It is not a Holy Day of Obligation for Catholics, and yet there have been times that we couldn't even step into the church because it was so crowded with Catholics waiting to receive their mark. It is peculiar to me. What makes people want the ashes? Is it to feel a part of something bigger than themselves? Is it an act of reverence that some people just know they cannot miss? Is it a desire to let the world know of their religious connection? Is it a time and way for people to start over, a clean slate? I think for me, at different times it has been all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, it has seemed like a contradiction to the Gospel reading that says, "when you pray, go into a closet, when you fast, tidy yourself so that the world doesn't know; surely your Father in Heaven knows." So, why then do we do something so bold, so visible to the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's article reminded me that we wear ashes as a sign that we are sinners. They aren't like a Girl Scout badge we've earned that says, "Look at me, I am Catholic, I'm not eating meat today! Aren't I holy?" Neither do I think they are to be a way to square off with someone, "You better believe I'm Catholic, you want to make something of it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they are a reminder to us that "from ashes we come and to ashes we shall return." That little smudge on our head should remind us of the smudges on our souls. Without the grace of God, we are no more than dirt, an evolution of cells. But God has called us out of our sinfulness, God breathed a soul into us, God uses us and molds us and doesn't give up on us, even though we are poor sinners. He has called us His children, thus giving us His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inheritance&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus, our Brother, opened the gates of Heaven by dying and rising again. It is on Ash Wednesday, that we humbly come before our King and admit to Him and the world, that we don't deserve what we have been given, but we are eternally grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8826714037202307399?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8826714037202307399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8826714037202307399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8826714037202307399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8826714037202307399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/02/humbly-not-proudly.html' title='Humbly, not Proudly'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1321662980705588884</id><published>2010-02-11T16:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:37:46.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers are Like That</title><content type='html'>I just got a little tickled listening to Hannah and Luke make their Valentines.  Hannah is meticulously cutting out 21 hearts and handwriting notes to each of her classmates for the party tomorrow.  She prefers me to not offer any assistance with projects such as these.  Luke, on the other hand,  is not as meticulously trying to get through his list as quickly as possible, mentioned that Valentine's Day is too much work, really just wants to eat the candy instead of tape it to the cards, and gladly takes me up on my offer to help.  He forgot to make one for his teacher, so he was sent back in to make a handmade heart for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard him ask his sister, "Hannah do you really need all of these, can I have just one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said,"No you can't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1321662980705588884?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1321662980705588884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1321662980705588884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1321662980705588884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1321662980705588884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/02/brothers-are-like-that.html' title='Brothers are Like That'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6615136192034479493</id><published>2010-01-25T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:35:29.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nut, I'm a Nut, I'm a Dog-gone Nut</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todays mighty oak is yesterday's nut that held its ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This was a quote on an email from my kids' counselor...I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6615136192034479493?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6615136192034479493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6615136192034479493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6615136192034479493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6615136192034479493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-nut-im-nut-im-dog-gone-nut.html' title='I&apos;m a Nut, I&apos;m a Nut, I&apos;m a Dog-gone Nut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6730089122692583928</id><published>2010-01-25T10:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:12:21.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Angelic</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Sophia was in the backseat of the car and was looking through a religious book.  She asked me, "Mommy, did you know some angels are babies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured she was looking at a picture with Mary and the little angels around her, so I told her they make some angels look like babies, and that they are called "cherubs."  She went on to agree and tell me that she guessed that our guardian angels were babies when we were  little and then grow up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said, "Oh, here is another picture of those CHUBBIES!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6730089122692583928?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6730089122692583928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6730089122692583928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6730089122692583928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6730089122692583928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-angelic.html' title='So Angelic'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-821831603089709785</id><published>2010-01-14T07:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:42:31.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S08cRzIabfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RYct1W6Xxvc/s1600-h/hannahcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426587168113585650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S08cRzIabfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RYct1W6Xxvc/s400/hannahcast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking your dog is a dangerous thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations Hannah, you are the 1st child in our family to earn a cast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-821831603089709785?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/821831603089709785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=821831603089709785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/821831603089709785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/821831603089709785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/bummer-dude.html' title='Bummer Dude'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/S08cRzIabfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RYct1W6Xxvc/s72-c/hannahcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5672066611760441963</id><published>2010-01-10T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:58:54.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Distracted</title><content type='html'>Omar and I were helping Luke and Hannah with their Science Projects today.  I don't really look forward to this particular assignment, although Katie had some success a few years back and I actually did quite well in 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grades at my own Science Fairs. ( I think it is because we picked categories that no one else entered! ) Hannah's project is mandatory and Luke volunteered for his, yeah Luke.    So Omar and Luke were building a homemade battery out of pennies and apple cider vinegar, and Hannah and I were driving around the neighborhood trying to get 10 adults and 10 kids to perform a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stroop&lt;/span&gt; Test and the other kids were somewhat monitoring Sophia, while doing their own homework and weekend chores.  When I got home, I asked Sophia if she was hungry.  She said no, she was eating her 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; granola bar.  I guess she was doing an experiment of her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5672066611760441963?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5672066611760441963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5672066611760441963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5672066611760441963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5672066611760441963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/somewhat-distracted.html' title='Somewhat Distracted'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2672413046013448160</id><published>2010-01-08T13:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:41:26.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Microwave Meal</title><content type='html'>Even though I have shelves of books that I haven't read in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entirety&lt;/span&gt;, I am always looking for new books to read.  Even though I am fighting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cynicism&lt;/span&gt; in my attitude towards life, I guess I am still somewhat of an optimist and think that someday, I will absorb all that knowledge and holiness currently collecting dust!  About a year ago I was so excited because I joined a Catholic Book Reviewer Program and was going to start reviewing books monthly!  I got through my first two commitments in a somewhat timely fashion, and then I hit a wall.  It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fruit filled&lt;/span&gt; wall, but a wall nonetheless. The first 2 books had been really fast reads; a pocket sized edition and a novel.  I thought my 3rd choice would be equally fast, because it was described as a "cookbook for life as a Catholic wife and mother" on its back cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grace Cafe," by Donna-Marie Cooper Boyle is not a cookbook of microwave dinners, but one of 5 course meals.  This lovely little gem, was full of wonderful quotes and thoughts that required thought and reflection.  The chapters include topics such as a call to holiness, a vocation of love, self giving, and raising saints.  It is adorably written with little recipe summary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;snippets&lt;/span&gt; at the end of each chapter.  While the theme is quaint, don't let that fool you.  Ms. Cooper Boyle writes with such spiritual depth that each page could be studied in and of itself.  I wish I had time to read and just sit and ponder each line, each quote, each reference to the Catechism.  What a labor of love this work must have been.  I finished the book, enjoyed it, and learned more about my faith, but honestly it took me quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This review was written as part of the &lt;a href="http://www.catholiccompany.com/catholic-catalog/5/Catholic-Books/"&gt;Catholic book&lt;/a&gt; Reviewer program from The Catholic Company. Visit The Catholic Company to find more information on &lt;a href="http://www.catholiccompany.com/catholic-books/1004032/Grace-Cafe"&gt;Grace Cafe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2672413046013448160?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2672413046013448160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2672413046013448160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2672413046013448160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2672413046013448160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-microwave-meal.html' title='Not a Microwave Meal'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6569382255476330618</id><published>2010-01-07T10:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:34:34.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Toes, Warm Heart</title><content type='html'>The other day Sophia was taking a nap with her Daddy.  When they woke up, I asked if they slept well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar said, "Well it was fine, but I kept feeling ice cold toes go under my shirt and onto my back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia overheard him and piped in, "It was so warm!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6569382255476330618?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6569382255476330618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6569382255476330618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6569382255476330618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6569382255476330618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/cold-toes-warm-heart.html' title='Cold Toes, Warm Heart'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1769181305446675315</id><published>2010-01-02T16:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:33:47.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_JjNIqulI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aPcLjMDbD2Y/s1600-h/kidsblackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422274083035986514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_JjNIqulI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aPcLjMDbD2Y/s400/kidsblackandwhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One great thing about being Catholic is that the Christmas season lasts into January!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1769181305446675315?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1769181305446675315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1769181305446675315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1769181305446675315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1769181305446675315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-2009.html' title='Merry Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_JjNIqulI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aPcLjMDbD2Y/s72-c/kidsblackandwhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8633384180620960362</id><published>2010-01-02T16:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:14:55.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010</title><content type='html'>Here are my treasures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_EOBKYrBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3iBtlEJ1Y4/s1600-h/joshandluke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268221486574610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_EOBKYrBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3iBtlEJ1Y4/s320/joshandluke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENyK0BgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/C3knByzyJ8k/s1600-h/thegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268217461835266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENyK0BgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/C3knByzyJ8k/s320/thegirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENrlZGDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ITw9r8CMKWg/s1600-h/kids6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268215694268466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENrlZGDI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ITw9r8CMKWg/s320/kids6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENH4iWyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GgM8RQGfBN8/s1600-h/kids4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422268206110890786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_ENH4iWyI/AAAAAAAAAcw/GgM8RQGfBN8/s320/kids4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, my husband is also my treasure, but he was at work, so he missed the photo op! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8633384180620960362?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8633384180620960362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8633384180620960362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8633384180620960362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8633384180620960362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sz_EOBKYrBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/I3iBtlEJ1Y4/s72-c/joshandluke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3336294870394866649</id><published>2010-01-01T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:44:24.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sets the Bar High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Luke and I were in the car on our way to our 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; doctor's appointment in 3 weeks, and we were talking about how St. Mary's parents arranged her marriage to St. Joseph. I said it is different now, love comes first and then marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke thought for a moment and said, "Well, they have to be Catholic and Pro-Life." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful that our brainwashing has been effective, I replied, "Yes, and it is good if you enjoy doing some of the same things as well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Well, I hope they like video games."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3336294870394866649?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3336294870394866649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3336294870394866649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3336294870394866649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3336294870394866649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-sets-bar-high.html' title='He Sets the Bar High'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2199137889959954430</id><published>2009-12-18T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:43:20.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Language of Love</title><content type='html'>I find trails of cut up paper all over the house, and they all lead to little Sophia.  She is constantly cutting paper and making sweet love notes for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Daddy was the object of her affection.  To the untrained eye, it may have looked like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squiggly&lt;/span&gt; lines, but when translated by Sophia it said: I love you Daddy.  I hope you have a great day.  I am your wedding girl and you are my king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2199137889959954430?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2199137889959954430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2199137889959954430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2199137889959954430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2199137889959954430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/12/language-of-love.html' title='Language of Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-9205271824047675433</id><published>2009-12-06T23:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:40:00.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfections</title><content type='html'>This was my Advent reflection a few years ago. Just wanted to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently, I was reflecting on the whole Christmas card writing project while admiring how beautiful everyone’s pictures were in the cards that I had already received. I was thinking about how perfect everything looks, but how imperfect life really is. Babies scream in their car seats, mommies loose their patience, school projects consume weekends, houses need to be cleaned and decorated, cars break down, presents need to be bought and wrapped, and kids get sick all while trying to deck the halls and jingle the bells. The Christmas pictures don’t really capture all that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, then my mind wandered to the Nativity picture we see. The night always looks serene and quiet and calm. Everything seems perfect. If we look deeper we might see that Mary, even being “full of grace,” really hadn’t wanted her son to be born in a stable with animals eating the hay He was sleeping in. She might also have thought of resting in her ninth month, not riding miles on a donkey. She also probably hoped to wrap her child in clean linens, not rags. I bet Joseph did not envision his poor wife delivering her baby in a stable, either. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me it might seem imperfect, but I guess that’s where the irony is. That is how God ordained it all. That is how God chose for His Son to enter this world. In simplicity and humility. What seems imperfect to me, was actually the manifestation of perfection. In my life of imperfections, I think God is trying to show me that He takes our simple gifts and makes them perfect. He takes our hard work and effort and transforms them into something beautiful. Being refined in the fire of my family life is what is perfect. In the end, the perfect pictures remind me of the love which, with God’s grace, can be made perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-9205271824047675433?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/9205271824047675433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=9205271824047675433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/9205271824047675433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/9205271824047675433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-advent-and-christmas.html' title='Imperfections'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8912990408240667713</id><published>2009-11-18T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:33:53.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coochie Coo</title><content type='html'>The other day at Mass, Sophia was looking through a book of the Saints.  She stopped on a picture of Mary and just kept looking at her.  I noticed she was bringing the book to her little lips and kissing her Heavenly Mother.  Very sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her make little scratching motions on the page.  I wondered what she was doing...until I noticed Mary's little bare feet were showing out from under her robes and Sophia was giving her little tickles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8912990408240667713?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8912990408240667713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8912990408240667713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8912990408240667713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8912990408240667713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/coochie-coo.html' title='Coochie Coo'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2379143736329128015</id><published>2009-11-13T08:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:58:21.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating My Resume!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1zSl8fLRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xGi-0Gg_IGY/s1600-h/katie+bball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403601891175116050" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1zSl8fLRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xGi-0Gg_IGY/s320/katie+bball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie made her Middle School Basketball Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1zS7tT2XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aiH6DdnO8-0/s1600-h/100_1347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403601897017039218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1zS7tT2XI/AAAAAAAAAcg/aiH6DdnO8-0/s320/100_1347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding "Basketball Mom" to my list of Job Titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else in the world I'd rather be doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2379143736329128015?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2379143736329128015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2379143736329128015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2379143736329128015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2379143736329128015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/updating-my-resume.html' title='Updating My Resume!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1zSl8fLRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/xGi-0Gg_IGY/s72-c/katie+bball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8813431548024974271</id><published>2009-11-13T08:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:51:49.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1xoZf6MeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UHLM2L9Vowg/s1600-h/kids+and+grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403600066767892962" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1xoZf6MeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UHLM2L9Vowg/s320/kids+and+grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Veteran's Day to Grandpa and to all the other brave men and women who have chosen to serve our country! We are forever grateful to you! Thank you also to our beloved family members who served and are now enjoying their Heavenly Reward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8813431548024974271?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8813431548024974271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8813431548024974271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8813431548024974271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8813431548024974271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-grandpa.html' title='Thank You Grandpa!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sv1xoZf6MeI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UHLM2L9Vowg/s72-c/kids+and+grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2711099760565389907</id><published>2009-11-10T07:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:29:09.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a Clue</title><content type='html'>Sophia and Katie were playing the Guessing Game the other day in the car.  Katie was so sweet with the clues she was giving her little sister, and Sophia was so happy when she would correctly guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sophia was the clue giver:  &lt;em&gt;I am thinking of someone who is really pretty, and smart...and about 4...and who has a "S" in her name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2711099760565389907?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2711099760565389907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2711099760565389907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2711099760565389907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2711099760565389907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-clue.html' title='Get a Clue'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4547117014194391574</id><published>2009-11-02T09:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:05:18.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the Teeth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su79G0gC5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VY4Ict8OsyQ/s1600-h/100_1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399531296877897106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su79G0gC5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VY4Ict8OsyQ/s320/100_1272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess where this one happened to fall out? If you guessed Holy Mass, you are RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4547117014194391574?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4547117014194391574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4547117014194391574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4547117014194391574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4547117014194391574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-more-is-missing.html' title='Where&apos;s the Teeth?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su79G0gC5ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VY4Ict8OsyQ/s72-c/100_1272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-7861191218976675524</id><published>2009-11-02T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:37:00.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su77j-zvK9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/pwX6mmvGFK4/s1600-h/100_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529598837795794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su77j-zvK9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/pwX6mmvGFK4/s320/100_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; dressed up the day before!  I'll try for a redo, he was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su77kN9u9iI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_ysL61dd9hc/s1600-h/100_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529602906256930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su77kN9u9iI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_ysL61dd9hc/s320/100_1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-7861191218976675524?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7861191218976675524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=7861191218976675524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7861191218976675524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7861191218976675524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Su77j-zvK9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/pwX6mmvGFK4/s72-c/100_1217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3410898809545023684</id><published>2009-10-27T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:06:12.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiggin' Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SufC68Yi1rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YI91XQrZLio/s1600-h/100_1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397496996324103858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SufC68Yi1rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YI91XQrZLio/s320/100_1199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not getting much homework done, but enjoying the beautiful fall day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3410898809545023684?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3410898809545023684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3410898809545023684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3410898809545023684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3410898809545023684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/wiggin-out.html' title='Wiggin&apos; Out'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SufC68Yi1rI/AAAAAAAAAbo/YI91XQrZLio/s72-c/100_1199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-874858325361717989</id><published>2009-10-26T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:09:23.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Is Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SuZyBaKqaiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H6xfF41qcF8/s1600-h/jack-o-lantern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397126571979598370" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SuZyBaKqaiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H6xfF41qcF8/s320/jack-o-lantern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should I say, &lt;em&gt;some things &lt;/em&gt;are missing?  The Tooth Fairy doesn't have any money left! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-874858325361717989?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/874858325361717989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=874858325361717989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/874858325361717989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/874858325361717989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-is-missing.html' title='Something Is Missing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SuZyBaKqaiI/AAAAAAAAAbg/H6xfF41qcF8/s72-c/jack-o-lantern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4370006740810255131</id><published>2009-10-26T22:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:01:30.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>Sophia:  Mommy, we are going to be late to pick up the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Actually, we are on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia:  Don't you know it is 50:40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4370006740810255131?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4370006740810255131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4370006740810255131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4370006740810255131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4370006740810255131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2630766849766668778</id><published>2009-10-19T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:48:33.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make You Say, "Hmmm?"</title><content type='html'>I am wondering why I overheard Omar telling Katie, who gets scared watching Scooby Doo, about the Mel Gibson movie "Signs" tonight?   That is not exactly the story I would tell her right before bed, but I guess Father knows best?!?  We'll see as the night wears on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2630766849766668778?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2630766849766668778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2630766849766668778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2630766849766668778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2630766849766668778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-that-make-you-say-hmmm.html' title='Things That Make You Say, &quot;Hmmm?&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1591059711594789793</id><published>2009-10-15T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:46:15.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Over Heels for Books</title><content type='html'>This is how I found my son and my nephew doing their 20 minutes of reading homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/StdRNnGWdJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/T4VrIgw1BxA/s1600-h/100_1133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392868373075227794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/StdRNnGWdJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/T4VrIgw1BxA/s320/100_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/StdROMqQ5GI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OcvohD3Qfp8/s1600-h/100_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392868383157970018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/StdROMqQ5GI/AAAAAAAAAbY/OcvohD3Qfp8/s320/100_1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1591059711594789793?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1591059711594789793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1591059711594789793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1591059711594789793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1591059711594789793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/head-over-heels-for-books.html' title='Head Over Heels for Books'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/StdRNnGWdJI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/T4VrIgw1BxA/s72-c/100_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1887449072869622720</id><published>2009-10-15T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:40:50.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in This Lifetime</title><content type='html'>Luke ran to me at the pet store, so excited he could hardly wait to tell me, "Mom, I have $5, I can buy a mouse!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1887449072869622720?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1887449072869622720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1887449072869622720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1887449072869622720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1887449072869622720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-in-this-lifetime.html' title='Not in This Lifetime'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-7927682045875762595</id><published>2009-10-08T14:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:46:29.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing in the Gap</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, kids around the nation met at their schools' flagpoles for prayer. In our city, we were so blessed to have our 3 priests attend a "Meet Me at the Pole" at each of our high schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Josh up early from swim practice where he was razzed a little for leaving early to go pray. One swimmer asked how could he believe in God with all the bad stuff that happens. One really close friend of his decided not to go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the school, no one was there. We waited in the car and I started to understand that this small act, this decision, was not easy. He was a 14 year old boy, making a stand for Christ in a world, that by and large believes in God, but has a harder time actually saying it. Understanding his uneasiness and kind of wanting to let him off the hook, I gently said, "Just remember Who you are standing up for." We sat for a few minutes and then an upperclassman "saint" came up carrying his guitar. That was all my son, my young man, needed. He said goodbye and was out the door. I watched for a few minutes as the priest came to stand with the kids, so that they wouldn't have to stand alone. I watched as slowly but surely more and more teenagers came to gather, to pray, to stand for Christ. In an instance, I was filled with hope and joy and peace. I caught a glimpse of God melting and molding the future of this country. I was privy to witness sweet, pure faith. I saw the Body of Christ grow stronger and give courage to each of His members. The battles are hard, to be sure. And those beautiful young people will be tried and tested. But we can never forget that the war has already been won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-7927682045875762595?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7927682045875762595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=7927682045875762595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7927682045875762595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7927682045875762595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/standing-in-gap.html' title='Standing in the Gap'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-614416145430671814</id><published>2009-10-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:09:20.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Will Come Up Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Sophia was so happy to wake up last Saturday because it was her beloved Hannah's birthday.  When she woke up her first words were, "Is tomorrow, today?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-614416145430671814?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/614416145430671814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=614416145430671814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/614416145430671814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/614416145430671814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/sun-will-come-up-tomorrow.html' title='The Sun Will Come Up Tomorrow'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2165951551762590605</id><published>2009-10-08T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:08:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Wise</title><content type='html'>While teaching Chapel at MDO at our Church, a very bright 4 year old boy asked "How can Jesus be here if he is in the other Church too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Great question.  God is everywhere.  He is Omnipresent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "The president helps him?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2165951551762590605?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2165951551762590605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2165951551762590605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2165951551762590605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2165951551762590605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/10/word-wise.html' title='Word Wise'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2456748227840565470</id><published>2009-09-23T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:58:23.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Day</title><content type='html'>We were at the doctor yesterday getting Katie checked out for flu, (positive for Type A).  Bring it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia behaved nicely, and made us laugh with her versions of "I Spy."  Afterwards she wanted a sticker.  They were pretty picked over, high volume at the doctor's office these days.  She saw a Bob the Builder and she said ok, that'd be fine, "I never saw that, I mean I saw that 5 years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...just turned 4...ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2456748227840565470?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2456748227840565470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2456748227840565470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2456748227840565470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2456748227840565470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-day.html' title='Back in the Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4251574972378834936</id><published>2009-09-18T23:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:24:48.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SrRaT02uE6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OMJC8WzK3kw/s1600-h/sophia06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383026751266755490" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SrRaT02uE6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OMJC8WzK3kw/s320/sophia06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Rose - 4 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SrRaUbmNk-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/msN_BGbUZuc/s1600-h/sophia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383026761666499554" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SrRaUbmNk-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/msN_BGbUZuc/s320/sophia4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia Rose - 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my sweet girl! I tease and say that you are so attached to me. The truth is I am totally attached to you! You make us laugh, you help us to grow in patience, you can melt us with your hugs, and you help us to slow life down a little. You have blonde hair!?! It hasn't been easy, but the best things in life never are. I love you and am forever grateful that God allowed me to be your mom! You are my heavenly gift, a blessing to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4251574972378834936?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4251574972378834936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4251574972378834936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4251574972378834936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4251574972378834936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-sweet-rose.html' title='My Sweet Rose'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SrRaT02uE6I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OMJC8WzK3kw/s72-c/sophia06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3989525751912188560</id><published>2009-09-16T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:24:05.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Digger</title><content type='html'>Sophia and I have started working.  She is going to Mom's Day Out at our Church, 4 TIMES A WEEK, and I am working there as the Chapel/Music &amp;amp; Movement Teacher/Floater.  To put it mildly, it has been a rough 3 weeks.  I have a lot I want to say about all of this,  but tonight, just a funny.  (I have mounds of laundry calling my name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia and I were talking about using a Kleenex at school when we have nose issues.  She said sometimes blowing and wiping do not work.  What she really needs to do is "stick my finger in."  I said well, what does Mrs. Patti say about that and she replied, "She doesn't know, I hide when I am doing it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3989525751912188560?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3989525751912188560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3989525751912188560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3989525751912188560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3989525751912188560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/09/gold-digger.html' title='Gold Digger'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-7203679515305112376</id><published>2009-09-08T06:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:20:37.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Fast</title><content type='html'>I might have mentioned before that my littlest child has a personality that, at times, is a bit challenging. This weekend at Mass, she was a little tired, which means...Mom and Dad, you better be on your toes. We had been juggling her, putting her shoes back on, taking pens out of her hand that she had swiped from my bag, we even had to take her to the back of the church a couple of times, something that we've mostly outgrown. It was one&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;of &lt;em&gt;those days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves putting the envelope in the basket, and Omar tried handing it to her, as a reward for such &lt;em&gt;good behavior&lt;/em&gt;. (We are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;.) Even if we aren't consistent, she is. Her behavior hadn't changed, she wouldn't take the envelope from him, so Omar just put it in the basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the grand finale, the piece de resistance, when the basket passed her, she decided she wanted it and snatched it right back out of the basket. We were shocked, snatched it right back and put it back in the basket. Of course then the big kids were doing all they could not to crack up. That really helps to minimize bad behavior. Talk about a 3 ring circus at Mass.   I am not saying this is good parenting, but sometimes we are shocked into submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have asked me 15 years ago, if any of my children would have ever behaved in such away, I would have assured you there was no way in...any child of mine could ever do such a thing. Another fun lesson in humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-7203679515305112376?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7203679515305112376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=7203679515305112376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7203679515305112376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7203679515305112376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-so-fast.html' title='Not so Fast'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1116842245988078155</id><published>2009-08-31T06:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:17:30.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Such a Secret</title><content type='html'>Josh, Katie and I were discussing stores that I won't shop at this weekend.  Stores that have scantily clothed models, or half dressed teenagers on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; store windows outside the food court, really turn me off.  So somehow, I mentioned that lingerie should be more personal, and Josh goes, "Is that how you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pronounce&lt;/span&gt; it?  I thought it was ling-r- rear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is hooked on phonics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1116842245988078155?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1116842245988078155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1116842245988078155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1116842245988078155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1116842245988078155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-such-secret.html' title='Not Such a Secret'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3427970800695575451</id><published>2009-08-28T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:14:14.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Church Guy</title><content type='html'>One of our favorite priests has recently been assigned to our parish, and so we have been making a point to go and say hi to him after every Mass.  Not that we don't say hi to other priests, but we don't actively search them out just so we can say bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were in a hurry and just scooted out after the final blessing.  When we got to the car Sophia said, "We forgot to say hi to that Church Guy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3427970800695575451?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3427970800695575451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3427970800695575451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3427970800695575451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3427970800695575451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/father-church-guy.html' title='Father Church Guy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-433763520234654351</id><published>2009-08-28T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:05:32.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirp, Chirp</title><content type='html'>Sophia asked me,"What is a cricket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to her and she replied, "Didn't you tell me you can get those in your brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I don't remember saying that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Yes, you said you could get crickets in your head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light bulb went off and I said, "Do you mean a crick in your neck?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-433763520234654351?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/433763520234654351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=433763520234654351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/433763520234654351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/433763520234654351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/chirp-chirp.html' title='Chirp, Chirp'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8148587896602619188</id><published>2009-08-26T09:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:01:54.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Free Parenting</title><content type='html'>If I were to die tomorrow, I am pretty sure some things that would not be said about me are, "She just let her children be.  Her parenting style was so  '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laissez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faire&lt;/span&gt;.'  She was so good about teaching her children to just quietly deal with the system.  She didn't get worked up very easily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking words like over-protective and helicopter mom might be the buzz at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I am sharpening my bear claws and praying for peace as I head to the HS to stand in line with my son to put in a schedule change request form.  I actually have a few opinions as to how this could have been more efficient, but I will&lt;em&gt; try &lt;/em&gt;save those for next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is usually the time of year that I start weighing the pros and cons of home school versus 1000 student strong public schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8148587896602619188?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8148587896602619188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8148587896602619188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8148587896602619188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8148587896602619188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-free-parenting.html' title='Hands Free Parenting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4159960374411788322</id><published>2009-08-26T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:54:40.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Anomaly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpVMhU77RvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZyWLuafa-GU/s1600-h/100_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374285865776006898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpVMhU77RvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZyWLuafa-GU/s320/100_0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rarely do I come across a square on our master family calendar that looks like this!  I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4159960374411788322?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4159960374411788322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4159960374411788322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4159960374411788322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4159960374411788322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/anomaly.html' title='An Anomaly'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpVMhU77RvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZyWLuafa-GU/s72-c/100_0857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5359040073995347923</id><published>2009-08-25T09:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:27:01.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>And in the blink of an eye, summer is over. The back packs are packed, the shoes have been scotch guarded, the lunches, snacks and water bottles have been gathered, even some of the forms have been filled out. Some got braces on, one got braces off, 3 got physicals, 5 plus 2 parents got teeth cleaned, one got eyes checked, one had ear surgery, one had major trauma to his finger, but is healing wonderfully, all had fun, did a lot of swimming, moving watching, reading and hanging out with family and friends. Oldest child dropped off at HS, where he doesn't even have a schedule yet and will be walking between two campuses. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader dropped off feeling fine. (Mom noticed a lot of 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls start wearing a lot of eye makeup...what's up with that?) 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader has classes upstairs now with the upperclassmen of elementary school. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grader didn't want me to hold his hand. Sophia and I are hanging out and about to run errands. So far so good. I can't wait until pick up time! So bitter sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpPz2y5ONwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FQCHYuBxiFQ/s1600-h/100_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373906903083398914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpPz2y5ONwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FQCHYuBxiFQ/s320/100_0853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...your light must shine before men so that they may see goodness in your acts and give praise to your heavenly Father." Matt. 5:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5359040073995347923?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5359040073995347923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5359040073995347923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5359040073995347923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5359040073995347923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SpPz2y5ONwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/FQCHYuBxiFQ/s72-c/100_0853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5166476699388733510</id><published>2009-08-19T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:18:04.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More JKs from Josh</title><content type='html'>What did Geronimo say when he jumped out of a plane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5166476699388733510?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5166476699388733510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5166476699388733510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5166476699388733510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5166476699388733510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-jks-from-josh.html' title='More JKs from Josh'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5143302237327757356</id><published>2009-08-18T10:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:42:22.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Good Lookin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD9r0jXBI/AAAAAAAAAao/7dyJg3BIH0Y/s1600-h/100_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371320970095320082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD9r0jXBI/AAAAAAAAAao/7dyJg3BIH0Y/s320/100_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD9IG5BZI/AAAAAAAAAag/JwaSXvAVxHg/s1600-h/100_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371320960508560786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD9IG5BZI/AAAAAAAAAag/JwaSXvAVxHg/s320/100_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD7_x25RI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7IS1iuwNhPc/s1600-h/100_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371320941092988178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD7_x25RI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7IS1iuwNhPc/s320/100_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD8ZUBb5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/VUt4RqyxXoU/s1600-h/100_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371320947947171730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD8ZUBb5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/VUt4RqyxXoU/s320/100_0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh so worth it! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can go to Hawaii some other day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5143302237327757356?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5143302237327757356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5143302237327757356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5143302237327757356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5143302237327757356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-good-lookin.html' title='Hey, Good Lookin&apos;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SorD9r0jXBI/AAAAAAAAAao/7dyJg3BIH0Y/s72-c/100_0508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6237227328980460768</id><published>2009-08-15T08:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:40:47.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Some jokes from Josh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did one snowman say to the other snowman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smell carrots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did the lettuce blush?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It saw the salad dressing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!  Keep em coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6237227328980460768?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6237227328980460768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6237227328980460768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6237227328980460768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6237227328980460768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-7255245892780846613</id><published>2009-08-15T08:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:32:11.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Critters</title><content type='html'>Last night, I walked into my room and heard birds.  It sounded like they were coming from the air vent in my room.  It was a crystal clear sound, "Tweet, tweet.  It seemed like they were literally on the other side of the air vent."  Almost 4 years into our new house, the honeymoon phase is so over and we have all sorts of little things that need to be fixed or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maintenanced&lt;/span&gt;.  The list goes on and on.  So I thought, "Well item number 252, try to get bird's nest out of attic or air vent."  Last summer it was a horrendous smell coming from a behind the cabinets in the bathroom, which meant some little field mice had gotten in but couldn't get out.  So, this summer, wouldn't it only fit that some cute little birds would need rescuing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine my relief when I happened to look down to see that some child had turned on the sleep sound machine in my room and it was set on "Summer Nights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me laugh out loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-7255245892780846613?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7255245892780846613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=7255245892780846613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7255245892780846613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7255245892780846613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-critters.html' title='Little Critters'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5422993121399273129</id><published>2009-08-06T14:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:43:09.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sophia:&lt;/em&gt; I spy the man in the jeep with bincoulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;: Hmm...could it be this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sophia&lt;/em&gt;: YES, Mommy! Now it's your turn! What do you spy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5422993121399273129?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5422993121399273129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5422993121399273129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5422993121399273129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5422993121399273129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/enigma.html' title='I Spy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8808387795696933203</id><published>2009-08-04T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:49:00.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I told Sophia to go put on her shoes so that we could run to Target, these are not the shoes I had in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SnkBEb5aLzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5NM9N5D_asM/s1600-h/glamerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366321606708309810" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SnkBEb5aLzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5NM9N5D_asM/s320/glamerous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8808387795696933203?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8808387795696933203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8808387795696933203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8808387795696933203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8808387795696933203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/08/sophies-choice.html' title='Sophie&apos;s Choice'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SnkBEb5aLzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/5NM9N5D_asM/s72-c/glamerous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2464354228233671833</id><published>2009-07-25T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:01:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Got a Way With Words</title><content type='html'>Crazy as it may seem, my kids actually want us to have another baby.  They love babies and would be so happy over another little sibling to hold, and snuggle, and cuddle.  Due to 5 c-sections, and a finite amount of sanity (that is getting used up rather quickly), we think 5 children is the perfect number for our family. Of course, we are open to life and if God blesses us with another child, then we trust He will also shower us with sanity.  But, I digress, that is a whole other blog post that maybe I'll write about some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, Katie was saying how she would just hold that baby non stop.  She said she loves taking care of newborns and she would do all she could to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh replied by saying, "Katie, babies only want their moms, because their mom's have that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;stench&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at him and said, "I think you mean, scent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2464354228233671833?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2464354228233671833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2464354228233671833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2464354228233671833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2464354228233671833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-got-way-with-words.html' title='He&apos;s Got a Way With Words'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6495992456276177378</id><published>2009-07-25T13:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:52:37.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impeccable Timing</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long while due to life.  Some funny things have happened along with some unfunny things. Through it all, God is in control and He continues to bless us in sweet ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was trying to leave my mom's house, 3 hours away, so that I could get home by 6, so that I could water the grass, start the laundry from a 3 day visit, get gas, get 2 kids ready for an all day clinic today, get dinner, feed everyone, get baths going, say hello to my husband, and get to bed so that I could be at my part-time job by 8.  I had just chatted with the kids about how when you go to someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; house you want to try to leave it just as you found it.  I like for there to be very little evidence that a tornado has just spiraled through the home we are visiting.   Well, true to form, the kids did a great job at that, while I bumped into a table that held a beautiful bowl of decorative balls and according to my kids, it sounded like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;-dunk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-dunk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-dunk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;...OH, UNBELIEVABLE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the bowl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tump&lt;/span&gt; and fall and all the balls fall out, I thought it was going to make it without breaking, but then, just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief,  the last decorative ball fell off and smashed the glass bowl.  Then, I cut myself with glass as I was trying to carefully pick up the pieces and telling the kids, to NOT come upstairs.  My step dad came up to help me to vacuum up the slivers when he noticed there were black spots all on the carpet upstairs.  After checking the bottom of my shoe, I realized I was tracking a melted crayon through their once immaculate house.  So, the impeccable timing part comes as Josh thought this would be a great time time to jump out and try to scare me as I was walking down the stairs.  I screamed, jumped into the wall and into another glass sconce thing filled with more decorative balls that wiggled, and jiggled, but THANKS BE TO GOD, stayed on the wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got in the car for a 3 hour tour!  (And, not to be too dramtic, but 1 hour into the fun, a pebble flew up and hit our front window and left a quarter sized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;star burst&lt;/span&gt; which has now stretched its leg 10 inches down our window!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is a barrel of fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6495992456276177378?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6495992456276177378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6495992456276177378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6495992456276177378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6495992456276177378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/07/impeccable-timing.html' title='Impeccable Timing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4776975438017897849</id><published>2009-07-04T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:06:59.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land that I Love</title><content type='html'>God bless America.  My home sweet home!  We live in an exceptional country with exceptional ideals.  Thank you to every person who has shed his or her blood so that I may live this abundant life.  Thank you to every family member of every soldier, you have suffered so that I might live.  Truly your crown in Heaven will be magnificent.  Let us continue to stand fast to preserve this one nation, under God.  Let us glorify God for allowing us to be born in this blessed land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4776975438017897849?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4776975438017897849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4776975438017897849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4776975438017897849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4776975438017897849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/07/land-that-i-love.html' title='Land that I Love'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4891892721232436776</id><published>2009-06-27T23:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:53:24.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Skb2ZOINhLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-et8Hxwgb-A/s1600-h/100_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352236120326112434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Skb2ZOINhLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-et8Hxwgb-A/s320/100_0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omar "relaxing" on Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are an amazing father in so many ways, but what I think makes you the best is the way you listen and talk to your kids. Truly awesome! They are so blessed to have a dad that respects them and cares for them the way you do! (and they still think your jokes are really funny!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4891892721232436776?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4891892721232436776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4891892721232436776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4891892721232436776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4891892721232436776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/omar-relaxing-on-fathers-day-you-are.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Skb2ZOINhLI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-et8Hxwgb-A/s72-c/100_0198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8586246548043450123</id><published>2009-06-18T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:00:04.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Spunky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SjrhiqA5SmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_a3ZuTueE1E/s1600-h/katie12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348835492965730914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SjrhiqA5SmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_a3ZuTueE1E/s320/katie12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you looked up "spunky" in the dictionary, I am pretty sure you would see a picture of my Katie. Katie approaches life with an intensity that is admirable (and sometimes really noisy!) Her outward beauty is truly a reflection of her heart. She desires to be good and the maturity in which she examines her conscience is beyond her years. She also has amazing dedication and discipline, and when she sets her heart on a goal, she doesn't stop until she reaches it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sjrhi0tzbGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zY-wjXBO-Lk/s1600-h/katierunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348835495838444642" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/Sjrhi0tzbGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zY-wjXBO-Lk/s320/katierunning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie loves to sing, she volunteered to sing solos 3 times in Choir this year, she loves her soccer team, and was often the Team Captain in charge of leading the team cheers, she loves to make good grades, she made straight A's in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, and she loves her family, and bosses, I mean leads her younger siblings in many games/plays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Katie more than words can say, and I am so lucky that I get to be her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SjrhiZtUtrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-pIMGyFqVTc/s1600-h/lovelykatie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348835488588674738" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SjrhiZtUtrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-pIMGyFqVTc/s320/lovelykatie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday my Beloved Daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8586246548043450123?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8586246548043450123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8586246548043450123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8586246548043450123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8586246548043450123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ms-spunky.html' title='Ms. Spunky'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SjrhiqA5SmI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_a3ZuTueE1E/s72-c/katie12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4574103093670193329</id><published>2009-06-12T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:48:08.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at the library, my friend and I left our two 7 year old boys to browse for a minute.  When we caught up with them they were standing at the search desk searching for something.  The counter hits them just below chin level, but they were both reaching for their respective mouses and focussed on each of their computers.  It was a sight to see.  These are not the quiet, mild mannered boys that are first born boys were.  These are the sword fighting, jumping, wrestling younger brothers.  Nonetheless, they know how to use the card catalog and are not afraid to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only makes sense that they were searching for..."WAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, by the way, our library has over 7000 entries on "WAR" and they were intent on going line by line until they found the material they were looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hannah just informed me that she had overheard them looking at a book called "Everyone Dies" earlier.  What happened to Thomas the Tank Engine?  I think we skipped that phase all together with these two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4574103093670193329?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4574103093670193329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4574103093670193329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4574103093670193329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4574103093670193329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6921428066394446939</id><published>2009-06-12T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:39:07.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is No Secret</title><content type='html'>That I am not a cook from scratch kind of mom.  Just never took the time to figure that out.  As I mentioned before, I chose Choir and Theater Arts over Home Ec. in Middle School, so I have had a learn as you go type of training.  Anyway, for those of you who can bear to eat spaghetti sauce out of a jar, HEB has a yummy "Vegetable Primavera" sauce that we loved last night.  The veggies are really chunky, but the kids still ate them, with encouragement of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6921428066394446939?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6921428066394446939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6921428066394446939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6921428066394446939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6921428066394446939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-no-secret.html' title='It is No Secret'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3626030819803801432</id><published>2009-06-08T22:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:09:59.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-i-versary</title><content type='html'>Well, almost a month ago, my little blog hit its one year anniversary. What a fun way for me to document the comings and goings of my little family. What a wonderful outlet for me to jot down some of the things that float around in my brain.  It helps me clear up some room so that I can remember soccer and swim schedules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for taking time to walk with me. I am honored.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my little story began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-saving-grace.html"&gt;http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-saving-grace.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3626030819803801432?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3626030819803801432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3626030819803801432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3626030819803801432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3626030819803801432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-i-versary.html' title='Blog-i-versary'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8422364954257582976</id><published>2009-06-08T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:55:26.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted</title><content type='html'>Tonight Hannah came down from her bed and caught me vegging out.  She said, "So is this what you do when we go to bed?  Flip channels and stop on random stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8422364954257582976?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8422364954257582976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8422364954257582976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8422364954257582976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8422364954257582976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/busted.html' title='Busted'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1863672496389767065</id><published>2009-06-05T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:51:35.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the Politician</title><content type='html'>My wonderful son, who also happens to be a teenager, sometimes displays behavior at home which, in my opinion, is less than appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the teenager said: &lt;em&gt;This is the summer for the "Personality Change Reform Movement&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;I'll believe it when I see it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teenager: &lt;em&gt;Amending the constitution...you know when they do that, it takes a while, it is a process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold my breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1863672496389767065?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1863672496389767065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1863672496389767065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1863672496389767065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1863672496389767065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/06/quite-politician.html' title='Quite the Politician'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5943831357418085413</id><published>2009-05-26T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:34:37.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Summer 2005, 4 short years ago. It was right before Sophia was born. All of my kids were really still kids then. No teenagers to be found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340118592587654738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/ShvpkRmlZlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8XIqVzBHV3c/s320/summer2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 4 short years from now, Summer 2013, we will be taking a picture of Josh in his Cap and Gown.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am in the back of a train, yelling, "Whoa, slow down, take it easy!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can hear me, the train just keeps barreling down the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5943831357418085413?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5943831357418085413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5943831357418085413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5943831357418085413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5943831357418085413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/bittersweet-reality.html' title='Bittersweet Reality'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/ShvpkRmlZlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/8XIqVzBHV3c/s72-c/summer2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3807700504344546101</id><published>2009-05-25T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:39:32.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Twist on an Old Song</title><content type='html'>Tonight at dinner, we were discussing how after we die, we will someday be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reunited&lt;/span&gt; with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resurrected&lt;/span&gt;  glorified bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke said, "Yeah, we'll be in Heaven singing, 'Bring back, bring back, 'O, bring back my body to me, to me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3807700504344546101?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3807700504344546101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3807700504344546101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3807700504344546101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3807700504344546101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-twist-on-old-song.html' title='A New Twist on an Old Song'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3732385456758022879</id><published>2009-05-18T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:06:20.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers of the Faithful</title><content type='html'>After our routine family prayers, we have a time for each person to say some "thank you" and "please help" prayers. It has been truly a blessing and a joy to listen as our children have grown in what they pray for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been quite comical. Tonight was a prime example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia,"Please bless the people in Heaben, and in hotels, and in bathtubs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/ShITlSFweHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IhbWVWp1OXc/s1600-h/100_9497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350039619532914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/ShITlSFweHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IhbWVWp1OXc/s320/100_9497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3732385456758022879?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3732385456758022879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3732385456758022879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3732385456758022879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3732385456758022879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/prayers-of-faithful.html' title='Prayers of the Faithful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/ShITlSFweHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IhbWVWp1OXc/s72-c/100_9497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-924731830345016323</id><published>2009-05-10T21:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:54.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day, Mom!</title><content type='html'>When I first became a mom, I was terrified. I really had no idea why the nurses were sending Omar and me home with a newborn baby. Did they really not know that we had absolutely NO idea what we were doing? Didn't they know we were not much more than kids ourselves? Of course we had taken every new parenting course that the hospital offered, and I had read as much as I could, but we really had no hands on experience. After a few days into to being Mom and Dad, I really wondered what had we gotten ourselves into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is when my mom showed up&lt;/strong&gt;. She came right in and started doing what she does best, taking care of others. She cooked for us, cleaned for us, held the baby so we could sleep, and told us that she thought we could do it. I was never so sad to say goodbye to my mom as I was at the end of that week. I thought how in the world am I going to do this alone, everyday? That is when the years of love, encouragement, support, and nurturing that I had received from my mom kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a great care taker. Every time I make up a cozy couch bed for a child who isn't feeling well, I think of my mom. When I bring homework up to a child who has forgotten it for the 20th time, I think of how many times my mom brought items up to me at school. Even today when we go and visit her, she tries to make sure she has the type of soda we like and waffles the kids like for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has always been my number one cheerleader. She has always been cheering me on to do what ever it was that I thought I needed to be doing. She taught me how to be a mother bear. She can be one tough girl when it comes to defending her kids, grand kids, and kids-in-law . She showed us our worth by being willing to stand up to any teacher, administrator, or any other authority figure that she thought had treated us unfairly. She has always supported me . She has come to my aide a number of times when I've called her and asked her to drop everything to come and help me. She also spent years attending to the details of our lives by making sure we were signed up for CCD, and dance, and baseball, and swimming lessons, and softball, and boy scouts, and girl scouts. She made sure that our family did fun stuff like go camping, and to the movies, and to Disney World. She made every birthday so special and continues to carry that tradition on for her grand kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you have been such a wonderful example of what a loving and caring mom should be. I am grateful for you and I treasure you. God bless you! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgebDQmgXwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qpAEVDO1yRg/s1600-h/g%26s%26kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402763942027010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgebDQmgXwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qpAEVDO1yRg/s320/g%26s%26kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-924731830345016323?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/924731830345016323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=924731830345016323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/924731830345016323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/924731830345016323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mom.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day, Mom!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgebDQmgXwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qpAEVDO1yRg/s72-c/g%26s%26kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5700664794404070953</id><published>2009-05-07T21:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:57:55.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgObWZNvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YEKBbARzw_M/s1600-h/hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333277192764745602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgObWZNvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YEKBbARzw_M/s320/hannah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She will tell you that her name is a palindrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYKrlhJAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NSAaNAvYovM/s1600-h/100_9451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273693002998786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYKrlhJAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NSAaNAvYovM/s320/100_9451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the 3rd youngest and the 3rd oldest in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYKAV1F5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MuM3jFyjJ-c/s1600-h/100_9370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273681394472850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYKAV1F5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MuM3jFyjJ-c/s320/100_9370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to read, plant flowers, do puzzles, and play Solitaire on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYLMGEqkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/s-GMRFcWa5s/s1600-h/100_9469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333273701729479234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOYLMGEqkI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/s-GMRFcWa5s/s320/100_9469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a joy to be around and a blessing to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOesX3QKsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/a6T4UKqLcd4/s1600-h/100_9289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333280868893993666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgOesX3QKsI/AAAAAAAAAYo/a6T4UKqLcd4/s320/100_9289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is Hannah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5700664794404070953?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5700664794404070953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5700664794404070953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5700664794404070953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5700664794404070953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/hannah.html' title='Hannah'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SgObWZNvZ4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YEKBbARzw_M/s72-c/hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5053188828832972082</id><published>2009-05-07T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:20:34.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Last week, Sophia and I were signing up for swimming lessons, when we saw a dead bird lying on the ground.  Sophia heard the other birds tweeting and she said that they were wanting him to come back alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we came back outside, she saw the bird was still lying on the ground, and she said, "I guess the bird is still dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5053188828832972082?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5053188828832972082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5053188828832972082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5053188828832972082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5053188828832972082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6220759764714770757</id><published>2009-05-01T10:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:32:00.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>During this new month, the month of May, Mary's month, I am going to try a little experiment. There are times, too many times, that I am not the mom I want to be. I lose my patience, I speak harshly, I don't listen, and/or I am unkind. In an effort to become a tiny bit more like my Heavenly Mother, Mary, I am going to spend the next month being more thankful for my beloved family. I am going to keep a little journal, and I am going to write down each of their names everyday. Honestly, to me, those 6 words, Omar, Joshua, Katie, Hannah, Luke and Sophia are some of the nicest words in the English Language, so just writing them down is sweet! Not to mention, the meanings of their names are so lovely, that just reflecting on them for a moment might also be a source of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar - Long living (I better be nice to him, because I guess he's sticking around for a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joshua - God is Salvation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katherine - Pure One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hannah - Full of Grace &lt;/p&gt;Luke - Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia - Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to their names, I am going to write down one thing about them that I am thankful for. I am going to try to focus on who they are, what they do, what a joy they are &lt;em&gt;instead&lt;/em&gt; of who they are not, what they don't do, and how they are annoying me. This is the time, right now, to grow. This is the time to be refined in the fire of my family life. This is the time to be the mother that I want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6220759764714770757?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6220759764714770757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6220759764714770757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6220759764714770757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6220759764714770757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/month-of-thanksgiving.html' title='A Month of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4724454082781158270</id><published>2009-05-01T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:05:26.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite the Comedian</title><content type='html'>Round 1&lt;br /&gt;Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear  to the right...fire at will."&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: "Who's Will?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2&lt;br /&gt;Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear to the right...fire at will."&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Girl Scout friend:  "Who's Will?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3&lt;br /&gt;Archery Instructor: "Clear to the left, clear to the right...fire when ready."&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and friend, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He said  he had heard that joke once or twice before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4724454082781158270?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4724454082781158270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4724454082781158270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4724454082781158270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4724454082781158270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/05/quite-comedian.html' title='Quite the Comedian'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8910415662718528562</id><published>2009-04-29T07:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:03:54.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grame to the Rescue</title><content type='html'>A few weekends ago, I went to Girl Scout Camp with Hannah! What a wonderful and relaxing weekend it was! I rarely, actually never, really get to spend an entire weekend just hanging out with one child. I had nothing to do with planning this event, I didn't even have a copy of the schedule, so I was able to just sit around and wait for someone to tell me, "Time for crafts, time to eat, time for archery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest parts of the experience for me was at lights out. The 8 moms were sleeping on the bottom bunks and the 8 girls were on the top bunks. Our troop leader was on an air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the center of our cabin. Lights were out at about 10, but that was only the overhead light. Once that light went out, all of those 8 girls on the top bunks remembered that they each had flashlights and our cabin was turned into a disco. It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with this weekend was that Omar was working on Saturday, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure what to to with the other 4 kids! Of course Luke was also throwing up and Sophia seemed to be getting a cold, and there were 2 soccer games that needed to be gotten to and cheered at.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; drove 3 hours and rescued us! What a relief! Instead of me worrying about who would care for the other kids, I was able just to focus on having fun with Hannah! It was a very rainy weekend so, instead of soccer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even treated the kids to a 3-D movie at the&lt;strong&gt; real&lt;/strong&gt; movie theater&lt;em&gt; and&lt;/em&gt; Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-a for lunch! The kids were on cloud 9! Thank you so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We really appreciate your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I am not able to upload pics right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;, but as soon as I am able to again, I will show pics of cute Hannah at camp and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8910415662718528562?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8910415662718528562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8910415662718528562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8910415662718528562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8910415662718528562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/grame-to-rescue.html' title='Grame to the Rescue'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3673813706891704341</id><published>2009-04-29T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:46:04.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples and Oranges</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in the car, Hannah was bemoaning the fact that she will have to take many more standardized tests in the years to come.  This was her first year of TAKS testing and while she has performed perfectly on the test so far, she loathes the idea of a whole day of testing.  She was going on and on about how she never wants to go to middle school because in 8th grade you have to take 4 TAKS tests.  Finally, I told her to stop.   I said, "There really isn't any fruit to be gained by you going on and on about that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden my 7 year old nephew piped up from the back of the van and dejectedly said, "There is no fruit in middle school?!?  AHH, I really like fruit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3673813706891704341?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3673813706891704341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3673813706891704341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3673813706891704341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3673813706891704341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/apples-and-oranges.html' title='Apples and Oranges'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8943453067204362558</id><published>2009-04-14T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:51:45.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre School Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SeT27KsuyFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5aZNwt8fX14/s1600-h/100_8876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652155803453522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SeT27KsuyFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5aZNwt8fX14/s320/100_8876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sophia cracking a confetti egg on herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SeT26-4r6AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2n5Tnumry4w/s1600-h/100_8866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324652152632371202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SeT26-4r6AI/AAAAAAAAAXo/2n5Tnumry4w/s320/100_8866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hunting" for eggs...which will she choose?&lt;br /&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/1113974964501429809-8943453067204362558?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8943453067204362558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8943453067204362558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8943453067204362558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8943453067204362558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/pre-school-fun.html' title='Pre School Fun!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SeT27KsuyFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5aZNwt8fX14/s72-c/100_8876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3245882019784993658</id><published>2009-04-10T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:52:53.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Lots of Red</title><content type='html'>A mail worker at the White House has confirmed that he has seen 2 million red envelopes!!&lt;br /&gt;Check out the article here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldnetdaily.com/?pageId=94142"&gt;http://www.worldnetdaily.com/?pageId=94142&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3245882019784993658?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3245882019784993658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3245882019784993658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3245882019784993658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3245882019784993658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeing-lots-of-red.html' title='Seeing Lots of Red'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-352352962273715155</id><published>2009-04-07T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:26:37.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Off the List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwnQFoEuTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bfjbkeV8Kvc/s1600-h/100_8847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322172016986732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwnQFoEuTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bfjbkeV8Kvc/s320/100_8847.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwnNnGJrrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WKE0urPTY0M/s1600-h/100_8851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322171974431649458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwnNnGJrrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/WKE0urPTY0M/s320/100_8851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child Number 4 can ride a 2 wheeler! Congrats Luke!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-352352962273715155?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/352352962273715155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=352352962273715155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/352352962273715155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/352352962273715155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-it-off-list.html' title='Check it Off the List'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwnQFoEuTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/bfjbkeV8Kvc/s72-c/100_8847.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8276539907621759051</id><published>2009-04-07T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:18:19.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwkxwXEliI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k_IP4PNgGTQ/s1600-h/100_8858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322169296858945058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwkxwXEliI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k_IP4PNgGTQ/s320/100_8858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still can't touch the bandage, but you can see she is doing fine! IF you can get through my ridiculously long post below, you might wonder if my little child has been able to recover from having her blood drawn. As you can see here, she is well on her way to recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8276539907621759051?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8276539907621759051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8276539907621759051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8276539907621759051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8276539907621759051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-ok.html' title='She&apos;s OK'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwkxwXEliI/AAAAAAAAAXA/k_IP4PNgGTQ/s72-c/100_8858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5011973986387638328</id><published>2009-04-07T23:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:12:51.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Blessings</title><content type='html'>Josh is almost as tall as me.  Sometimes in middle school, you want to be the kid who bulks up first.  Of course, I think he is as adorable as ever.  He tells me I have to say that because I am his mom.  But I am telling you, even if I wasn't his mom, I would think he was a super great, sweet, really handsome kid.  I was having one of those annoying mom moments, telling him how I remember when he was so little I could carry him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded, very dryly, "Well I maybe taller, but I probably weigh the same as I did back then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep reminding him, it is a blessing to be able to eat 15 cookies and not gain a pound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5011973986387638328?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5011973986387638328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5011973986387638328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5011973986387638328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5011973986387638328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/delayed-blessings.html' title='Delayed Blessings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3030744784658032258</id><published>2009-04-07T23:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:08:24.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwjI5FS0LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GjN0ILO7lGU/s1600-h/100_8840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322167495314034866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwjI5FS0LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GjN0ILO7lGU/s320/100_8840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwjIaXNL5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VO5k51RK10s/s1600-h/100_8839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322167487067664274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwjIaXNL5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/VO5k51RK10s/s320/100_8839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3030744784658032258?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3030744784658032258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3030744784658032258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3030744784658032258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3030744784658032258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SdwjI5FS0LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GjN0ILO7lGU/s72-c/100_8840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-5972731125825927684</id><published>2009-04-07T11:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:57:44.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compassion</title><content type='html'>I guess this is a little, I mean a long, reflection during Holy Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Sophia had a follow up appointment with her endocrinologist. She had to have 4 vials of blood drawn from her tiny little arm. I opted for the nurse to put some numbing gel on her arm first, thinking that I didn't want her to have a traumatic experience at the doctor at 3 1/2 years old. Those types of experiences tend to stick with a person. Well, I am wondering if just getting it over with would have been better than pulling off the huge band aids that had covered the numbing cream. Her skin is so sensitive, she can barely handle the tags in her clothes. Pulling off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; was not a good way to start her lab experience. I did the first one slow and the second one fast, neither way was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Then came the poke. The lab tech was so great, couldn't have been better. But, Sophia would calm down, and then look down and see the needle and it would all start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...traumatic it was. She seemed so hurt by the whole experience. I asked her if it was painful, or if she was just scared. She said that she was scared and that it hurt her arm a lot. All day she just held her sore arm. She will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. The lab work was necessary. Sometimes in life, we have to go through painful stuff. That's why God gave us family and friends, so that we don't have to suffer alone. Even though it really breaks my heart when I have to participate in holding my child down for a medical procedure, I will do it. It is my job to be there with my kids when they hurt. Even when my heart breaks because they are suffering, it is my job to be strong. They need to know that it will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I fail at hiding my worry, buy I pray to God I never fail at being there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want it, here is a lot of background history...My little Sophia is just that, really little. She was born weighing in at 8 lbs. 11 ounces, but that was the last time she was considered big. There were times when she was even border line "failure to thrive" because she just could not gain weight. She was incredibly hard to console as an infant. About 5 months into her little life, I finally convinced her doctor to test her for reflux, which she had, and which she continued to be medicated for almost until her 3rd b-day. She has always just been a hard nut to crack. As a newborn she was checked for a heart murmur, turned out to be "innocent," (which is just the sound, not actually a hole), her soft spot didn't fully close until almost 3, and before her 1st birthday, I sometimes worried that the light was on but that she wasn't home. She didn't seem to always be connecting with me. She even went through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, super scary time from 12-16 months, when about 15 times a day, she would do this startle type shudder with her eyes rolling back. (That, by the way, miraculously healed after we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disney World&lt;/span&gt;, and visited Our Lady of the Universe Shrine in Orlando,FL! It just went away! The neurologist said that it could have been some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; virus. Virus or not, I truly believe that Mary, my Mother, the Mother of God, interceded on my baby's behalf.) She has had terrible allergic reactions to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amoxicillin&lt;/span&gt;, so her antibiotic choices are really limited. She has seen a cardiologist, endocrinologist, neurologist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;geneticist&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gastroenterologist&lt;/span&gt;. But thank God, it has all worked itself out. She just doesn't fall in the "normal" range. She is bright and able and strong, even if she is very petite. I have to keep having her checked because the doctors want to make sure that she keeps growing, even if just a little at a time. I keep thanking God that she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the parents whose children aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. How they must suffer watching their children suffer. That seems like too big of a cross to carry. I pray that those parents can know that Jesus is there to help them carry their cross. Our priest recently talked about compassion. He said that Jesus was full of compassion. "Passion" means to suffer and "com" means with. So He suffers with us. On the road to Calvary and dying on the cross He suffered with us, so that we would never have to suffer alone. Our loving God, not only took upon the sins of the world, but also the suffering of mankind. There is nothing that we have to go through, that He doesn't uniquely understand. He came down to suffer and die so that we might live. So, I will accept the small sufferings that I am offered, and I will try to help my kids realize and understand that their is no way to avoid suffering. Somehow though, we can offer our sufferings up to God and ask Him to bring us, and others around us, grace through it. Just as the greatest of all grace, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, was brought to us by our Savior's most compassionate offering, Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-5972731125825927684?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/5972731125825927684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=5972731125825927684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5972731125825927684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/5972731125825927684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/compassion.html' title='Compassion'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3357909939196312919</id><published>2009-04-01T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:24:49.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Good to Hear</title><content type='html'>Sophia from the top of the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, I made bad choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank goodness that it was just washable markers.  Sharpies really scare me!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3357909939196312919?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3357909939196312919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3357909939196312919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3357909939196312919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3357909939196312919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-good-to-hear.html' title='Never Good to Hear'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8830173781421435131</id><published>2009-04-01T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:56:14.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Year Old Boy</title><content type='html'>Luke's teacher always comments about how creative his imagination is.  I am glad she says that and not, "What in the world are you teaching this kid at home?"  All of his writing projects usual center on aliens, crazy cows, attack robots, or evil geniuses.  His spelling words come from his writing, so his lists have been so different from my 1st grade spelling lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh.  I never know what is going to come out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day was no exception.  He was trying to find a place to do his 20 minutes of reading when I heard him say, "I am looking for some place that is quiet, peaceful...and deadly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8830173781421435131?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8830173781421435131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8830173781421435131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8830173781421435131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8830173781421435131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-year-old-boy.html' title='7 Year Old Boy'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1322048844720847475</id><published>2009-04-01T07:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:47:44.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid</title><content type='html'>Hannah is a little prankster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she changed the music in Joshua's alarm so that he would wake up to Katie singing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; Christmas" instead of his normal wake up call.  Then she told me, "Don't worry Mom, the joke I pulled on you isn't that bad."  But that is all she would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find it.  I did cautiously turn on the kitchen sink because a few years ago, Josh had taped the trigger on the vegetable sprayer down, so when I turned on the faucet water sprayed me in the face and the wall behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love April Fool's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1322048844720847475?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1322048844720847475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1322048844720847475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1322048844720847475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1322048844720847475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-afraid-be-very-afraid.html' title='Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3062960480131585925</id><published>2009-03-27T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:40:31.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Be to God</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for praying for Anna!  She did very well with her surgery and is recovering quickly!  She had brain surgery and less than 24 hours later was taking a walk with her husband!  Truly, all thanks be to God, He has delivered my friend through this fire!  I know that there are still many does of recovery to go, but she couldn't be off to a better start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3062960480131585925?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3062960480131585925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3062960480131585925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3062960480131585925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3062960480131585925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-be-to-god.html' title='Thanks Be to God'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8450874588104546513</id><published>2009-03-26T17:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:16:15.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PUT THE CLOTHES AWAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Trying to get everyone ready for practice, finishing homework, wondering why I have to tell people to put clothes away, and dealing with a 3 year old at 5:00 PM that has given up her afternoon naps, I &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; have raised my voice above the normal level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia softly responded, "Mom, your voice is kind of rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8450874588104546513?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8450874588104546513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8450874588104546513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8450874588104546513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8450874588104546513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/put-clothes-away.html' title='PUT THE CLOTHES AWAY!!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-744019933895649458</id><published>2009-03-25T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:09:03.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Today I emailed a dear friend from college, Sr. Lynn and asked her to pray for another cherished friend Anna. Sr. Lynn has given her life to serve God in whatever way He chooses. For a few years she was caring for children with AIDS on a farm in California and then later felt like God was calling her to move across the country to Missouri. As a Benedictine Sister of Perpetual Adoration, she used her Bio-Chemistry background to help develop a gluten free host for people who wanted to receive Jesus in Holy Communion, but couldn't, due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celiac&lt;/span&gt; disease. So I wrote to this amazing, Jesus-loving woman, Sr. Lynn, to ask her to pray for another amazing, Jesus-loving woman, Anna. Anna is also serving God as a Stay At Home Mom to 5 awesome kids (ages 13,11,9,7,3) and is undergoing surgery tomorrow for a brain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt;. Anna gives of herself to her family tirelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Sr. Lynn wrote to me was so encouraging and so inspirational, I wanted to share it with you in hopes that if you are going through a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt;" time in your life, that her words could also give you comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sr. Lynn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been doing a study on the book of Daniel this Lent. The teacher&lt;br /&gt;drew this example about the three men who were thrown in the furnace. She&lt;br /&gt;said that all of us face fiery trials and that there can be three outcomes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) God can deliver us from the fire - I know this is what you would hope for Anna -&lt;br /&gt;that she goes for surgery and the doctors say the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt; has disappeared&lt;br /&gt;completely and she is healed. When we are delivered from the fire our&lt;br /&gt;faith is built. Our trust in God's awesome strength is built up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) God can deliver us through the fire. We can pray that Anna will go through surgery and that all goes well or even if recovery is difficult that she will make it&lt;br /&gt;through. When we are delivered through the fire our faith is refined.&lt;br /&gt;We come to know God more intimately through our suffering and our faith is more&lt;br /&gt;refined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) And lastly we can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; from the fire straight into God's&lt;br /&gt;arms. While we beg God that this not be the outcome for Anna and her&lt;br /&gt;family, through this kind of deliverance our faith is perfected as we come to&lt;br /&gt;see God face to face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am praying that God will show Himself mighty and that Anna will come through this fire like the three young men in the book of Daniel of whom it was written: "When the satraps, prefects, governors, and nobles of the king came together, they saw that the fire had had no power over the bodies of these men; not a hair of their heads had been singed, nor were their garments altered; there was not even a smell of fire about them." Daniel 3:94&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit her order's website at: &lt;a href="http://www.benedictinesisters.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.benedictinesisters.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-744019933895649458?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/744019933895649458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=744019933895649458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/744019933895649458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/744019933895649458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-2560195940672434174</id><published>2009-03-24T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:08:10.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Red</title><content type='html'>There is a grass roots effort going on right now that we all can be a part of.  It is a peaceful, prayerful way to send the White House a message that we are not ok with the spilling of innocent blood.  We have the chance to stand up for those who can't speak for themselves.  We are being asked to send a red empty standard sized envelope to the White House on March 31 as an act of solidarity with other pro-life Americans.  Those who are outraged by abortion are not the minority.  The goal is to actually get 50 million red envelopes sent, one for every child that has died (in the US) due to abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redenvelopeproject.org/"&gt;http://www.redenvelopeproject.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-2560195940672434174?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/2560195940672434174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=2560195940672434174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2560195940672434174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/2560195940672434174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/seeing-red.html' title='Seeing Red'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6615051426844836757</id><published>2009-03-24T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:14:25.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEB</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if you take a 3 year old to the grocery store, it may take longer to get your groceries than you had planned? Sometimes a whole bag of unpaid for, colored, goldfish crackers can get turned upside down. You might even hear the sound of something spilling while you are trying to figure out which cheese slices you have to buy to get the free bag of shredded cheese, but you may ignore it KNOWING that it doesn't concern you. Then you will look around to see a rainbow of goldfish under and in your shopping cart and your shopping companion holding a completely empty bag upside down. You may then find yourself apologizing to the people cleaning it up and getting you a fresh bag of goldfish, assuring you that they can get credit for damaged goods and that you don't need to buy the bag. But, did you know that if you drop a tube of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crescent&lt;/span&gt; rolls from the top of a shopping cart that the end will pop off and crescent rolls will ooze out? You may even be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; handing it to the cashier while you explain, "I'm sorry, we ruined this." Were you also aware, that you need to remember to pay for the donut you ate at the beginning of the adventure? And have you been told that you may forget the medicine you went to the store to buy, but somehow you will have managed to buy a princess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cup? Your ears may be ringing and head spinning due to all of the verbal discourse that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; and you may be praying that your little companion will take a nap once you get home. (Although you know that truly would be a miracle.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really lucky though, your heart may be open just enough for God to pour in the grace to allow you to soak in the moment and just smile knowing what a lucky girl you are to have such a lovely shopping companion in your life. God may even remind you that there will be a time when your shopping cart will not be overflowing with gallons of milk, boxes of cereal, loaves of bread, juice boxes, and snacks for snack duty at Saturday's game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6615051426844836757?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6615051426844836757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6615051426844836757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6615051426844836757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6615051426844836757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/heb.html' title='HEB'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4356467539817927316</id><published>2009-03-24T07:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:45:31.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules and Regulations</title><content type='html'>I was lying down with Sophia the other night, and I was reminding her of the rules about getting out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her that we don't get out of bed unless there is any emergency.  If she needs anything else, she should call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Only get out if there is a fire..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yes, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Or if I'm bored..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4356467539817927316?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4356467539817927316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4356467539817927316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4356467539817927316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4356467539817927316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/rules-and-regulations.html' title='Rules and Regulations'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1237319818981145619</id><published>2009-03-10T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:04:36.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Interesting</title><content type='html'>This morning while in the restroom, I got a knock on the door.  "Please wait," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke replied, "Mom, I got bacon in my eye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1237319818981145619?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1237319818981145619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1237319818981145619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1237319818981145619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1237319818981145619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/always-interesting.html' title='Always Interesting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-190560963719744378</id><published>2009-03-08T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:06:47.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tasty Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQJCYClZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/h5bCLfW4Zss/s1600-h/100_8646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310879796994336674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQJCYClZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/h5bCLfW4Zss/s320/100_8646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making Dirt Dessert for Luke's Mad Scientist Party with kids from school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-190560963719744378?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/190560963719744378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=190560963719744378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/190560963719744378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/190560963719744378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/tasty-treat.html' title='A Tasty Treat'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQJCYClZ6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/h5bCLfW4Zss/s72-c/100_8646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-1562718471736555480</id><published>2009-03-08T12:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:03:24.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey See, Monkey Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQF3Xi_ipI/AAAAAAAAAWg/YzaEVq6tpBA/s1600-h/100_8754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876309348387474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQF3Xi_ipI/AAAAAAAAAWg/YzaEVq6tpBA/s320/100_8754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I picked Sophia up from preschool the other day, I realized I had dressed us a little bit alike.  The funny thing is that Omar says I do this more often than I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-1562718471736555480?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/1562718471736555480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=1562718471736555480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1562718471736555480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/1562718471736555480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-see-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey See, Monkey Do'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SbQF3Xi_ipI/AAAAAAAAAWg/YzaEVq6tpBA/s72-c/100_8754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-7231662959839758155</id><published>2009-03-06T07:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:04:09.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting</title><content type='html'>I've been a little bummed because I haven't been able to blog very much lately.  As I've said before, this is my therapy!  Between kids and husband needing the computer, my 3 year old not wanting to take naps anymore, and being unable to upload images to the blog page for some unknown reason, my little outlet has suffered.  The little pics with captions are so much faster than the "deep thoughts!" ;)  Thanks to all of you who keep checking back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is a cute item &lt;em&gt;sans &lt;/em&gt;a pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia was drawing on some paper this morning and told me that it was a letter to me.  She continued on "writing" and then I overheard what she was composing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mama,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you not throw dis away eber, eber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-7231662959839758155?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/7231662959839758155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=7231662959839758155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7231662959839758155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/7231662959839758155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/everlasting.html' title='Everlasting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-6004880454135181515</id><published>2009-03-04T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:47:35.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose Talents</title><content type='html'>This morning Luke was snorting a classical tune as I brushed his hair for school.  I said, "Ok, that is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "I am the best snorter in my whole class."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-6004880454135181515?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/6004880454135181515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=6004880454135181515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6004880454135181515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/6004880454135181515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/03/nose-talents.html' title='Nose Talents'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-540471830977210610</id><published>2009-02-27T13:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:13:55.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Old Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'll admit it. I am addicted to Dr. Pepper.  It is, and has been my friend for many years.  I've tried giving it up before and was successful at different times, but then when times got stressful again, I lost all control.  I don't just drink one a day.  No, it is way more than that.  In more recent years, any attempt to give it up has been a futile effort.  Things have been a little harried with the kids and school and life, and that was my one out.  I don't drink coffee, and rarely have a glass of wine, so I reasoned that this was a small thing.  In all honesty, though, I know I reach for it as an emotional comfort.  When my blood pressure rises, I walk out to the garage and grab a "cold one!"  I am really glad I never started smoking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; no telling how many packs I'd be up to by now.  It started being a bigger problem when I realized that my kids are watching how much soda I drink.  I also know all that sugar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt; and some other ingredient that I can't remember are really bad for me.  Not to mention all those extra calories.  (And I wonder why I can't lose 10 pounds!)  It also is expensive ( I only like the bottles).  But even knowing all that, it seemed beyond me, more than I could do.  "Come on God, don't ask for that too," I found myself whining.  I know this silly drink is an obstacle in my walk with Christ though, because I turn to it for comfort, instead of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started seriously contemplating giving Dr.Pepper up for Lent this year a few weeks ago.  I didn't think I'd be able to do it, so I started telling people that I was going to do it.  I think a lot of sacrificial stuff should stay private, but I knew that if  I wasn't held &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accountable&lt;/span&gt; it wouldn't happen.  I especially had to tell my kids so that failing wouldn't and couldn't be an option.  God is good, and just by sharing with a few people, He encouraged me through their words.  My new brother-in-law shared that when we think we can't do it, aren't we saying that we think God can't give us the power to do it?  That was powerful, don't I think God created the world, certainly He can give me the courage and strength to let this go.  Also, our Deacon at church said when we give something up it is hard, but that is how we grow.  He said Lent is like Winter for our soul, but when Lent is over and we rejoice on Easter Sunday, we will have Spring on the Earth and in our souls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Ash Wednesday headache that stretched into Thursday is better.  I still am craving a Dr. Pepper and I'm not saying that on Easter Sunday I won't rejoice with a refreshing "cold one!"  But for now, God is helping me and it is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-540471830977210610?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/540471830977210610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=540471830977210610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/540471830977210610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/540471830977210610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-old-friend.html' title='Farewell Old Friend!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-3337694227112044476</id><published>2009-02-19T12:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:28:46.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dot Does A Lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SZ2kaWeu8CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/n1xb0obOZJg/s1600-h/100_8618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576708730351650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SZ2kaWeu8CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/n1xb0obOZJg/s320/100_8618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SZ2kaZo9BMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zni4Cq039Ak/s1600-h/100_8613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576709578523842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SZ2kaZo9BMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/zni4Cq039Ak/s320/100_8613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are still working on that concept!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-3337694227112044476?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/3337694227112044476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=3337694227112044476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3337694227112044476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/3337694227112044476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/02/dot-does-lot.html' title='A Dot Does A Lot'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SZ2kaWeu8CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/n1xb0obOZJg/s72-c/100_8618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4908843104213277408</id><published>2009-02-04T08:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:29:35.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Treasures</title><content type='html'>If I had a nickel for every stray sock I found lying around this house, I would not be worried about college funds. This particular sock of Luke's intrigued me though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYmoGtEF0-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZtzUV4SDk1o/s1600-h/100_8591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298951269707535330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYmoGtEF0-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZtzUV4SDk1o/s400/100_8591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I removed the ponytail holder, I discovered that we had been holding Cinderella prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYmoGRCor8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/dx-q-onAoRA/s1600-h/100_8593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298951262185238466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYmoGRCor8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/dx-q-onAoRA/s400/100_8593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4908843104213277408?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4908843104213277408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4908843104213277408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4908843104213277408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4908843104213277408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-had-nickel-for-every-stray-sock-i.html' title='Hidden Treasures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYmoGtEF0-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/ZtzUV4SDk1o/s72-c/100_8591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-780286772403730684</id><published>2009-02-04T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:27:28.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Slope</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have entered into the realm of letting kids stay home alone sometimes.  It is quite liberating to have a teenager and very responsible 11 year old in the house who can watch their younger siblings for an hour while I run to get the groceries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I laugh sometimes at how the slope can become a little slippery.  I didn't let Josh watch any Disney but Bambi (and I fast forwarded through the Mother Deer dying scene) or Pooh (and I fast forwarded through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heffalumps&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woosles&lt;/span&gt; nightmare) until he was 5 or so.  Even then, it was very guarded with a lot of fast forwarding.   On the other hand, some of Hannah's first words were "Dart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bader&lt;/span&gt;," and Sophia has seen more "Suite Life of Zach and Cody" than I care to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the other day when Sophia (3) said, "Mom, I don't need to go to Target with you, I can stay home by myself," I am glad that I didn't pause too long before saying, "Not yet honey, wait a few years."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-780286772403730684?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/780286772403730684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=780286772403730684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/780286772403730684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/780286772403730684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/02/slippery-slope.html' title='Slippery Slope'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-4261398999948211666</id><published>2009-01-30T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:43:01.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYNz4Ej7zDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wZP82ul13sE/s1600-h/norma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297204993852165170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYNz4Ej7zDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wZP82ul13sE/s400/norma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet sister-in-law, Norma, has waited a long time for this blessed day.  Thanks be to God, for His plan is greater than we can ever imagine!  I am so happy for her!  What a beautiful bride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-4261398999948211666?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/4261398999948211666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=4261398999948211666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4261398999948211666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/4261398999948211666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/01/blessed-day.html' title='Blessed Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QsArD8kPTGc/SYNz4Ej7zDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wZP82ul13sE/s72-c/norma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1113974964501429809.post-8307546348349012377</id><published>2009-01-25T21:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:05:49.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Sophia</title><content type='html'>I have had a couple of people tell me that I am giving Sophia a bad wrap. Just want to set the record straight...I adore my baby girl! She is a rascal though and she is the baby of the family. I have been humbled greatly by the birth of my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; child, that is just the way it is. I don't know if it is her personality, or mine, or having 5 kids, or having a 10 year gap, but things can be darn right HARD sometimes. If I laugh about it, it helps me not to cry about it. I want to be real. I have read books, articles, magazines about moms with large families and sometimes things just seem too sugar coated. Those sorts of articles usually just made me, as a reader, feel even more inadequate than I already was feeling. My hope in sharing some of the pleasant and not so pleasant moments of my life is just to offer a little sense of solidarity with other moms who might be feeling a little alone on the journey. I have never been bored as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SAHM&lt;/span&gt;, but it can be lonely sometimes. There have definitely been days when I felt like I was in this all by myself and that I was doing a lousy job. I think it is much more fun to laugh at and with another woman who thinks that just getting the dishwasher unloaded is a major accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the promised update on Luke and Hannah and for adorable flower girl pics of Sophia. She was the perfect angel at her Aunt's wedding!!! &lt;em&gt;See, I can say nice things too!&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1113974964501429809-8307546348349012377?l=motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/feeds/8307546348349012377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1113974964501429809&amp;postID=8307546348349012377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8307546348349012377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1113974964501429809/posts/default/8307546348349012377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://motherhoodsavesme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-sophia.html' title='I Love Sophia'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11952362228712263194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBp1hUyk7Z4/Tk82smZUOBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/X_VHyMw9Xls/s220/100_6875.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
