<?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-5135613798230071684</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:08:42.201-08:00</updated><category term='Ben'/><title type='text'>A little of this, a little of that</title><subtitle type='html'>and a lot of nothing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-5818221017233079496</id><published>2008-06-20T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:26:21.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So long!....for a week</title><content type='html'>We are heading to Garden City, SC, for a week!  I am so excited!  I personally haven't been to the beach since I was pregnant w/ Ben, which was....gosh....5 years ago!   I can't wait to see the kids playing on the beach and watching Lukey's first beach experience!  I so need a vacay from work and just everyday life it's not even funny!&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back next Sat. and hopefully I'll have lots of cute pictures to post!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-5818221017233079496?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/5818221017233079496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=5818221017233079496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5818221017233079496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5818221017233079496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-longfor-week.html' title='So long!....for a week'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-4953214796794137688</id><published>2008-06-18T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:23:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benisms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SFj94DVTceI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkuDR-uk940/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213195708090511842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SFj94DVTceI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkuDR-uk940/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is funny, he just says funny, random things. I want to start writing down funny stuff he is saying or else I will forget. I actually want to start writing down funny stuff all my kids say. I know Madeline has said plenty of stuff that I just knew I would remember and of course I have forgotten. So here are some things Ben has been saying lately....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some whipped cream left over from sundaes we made for Father's Day and he had some pudding for dessert last night and told me he wanted to put some "wooden" cream on his pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also last night he had taken his shirt off and I asked him what he did with it and he said "I put it in my dirty cloths "hamster".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One last thing that stands out is he has a shirt with a guy on a surfboard and at first he really thought and would argue with you that it was a snail on a pickle. What a funny little guy!&lt;/div&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/5135613798230071684-4953214796794137688?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/4953214796794137688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=4953214796794137688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4953214796794137688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4953214796794137688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/06/benisms.html' title='Benisms'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SFj94DVTceI/AAAAAAAAAD0/UkuDR-uk940/s72-c/IMG_0793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-4042021007579375759</id><published>2008-06-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:31:47.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf4K2HyaVI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ht4pdwYvvfw/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404359287826770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf4K2HyaVI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ht4pdwYvvfw/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf38GHyaUI/AAAAAAAAADE/uCbxmvRV7tw/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208404105884756290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf38GHyaUI/AAAAAAAAADE/uCbxmvRV7tw/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3rGHyaTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ge3mF2jyq2k/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208403813826980146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3rGHyaTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ge3mF2jyq2k/s320/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3X2HyaSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4lgO-68aB8o/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208403483114498338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3X2HyaSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4lgO-68aB8o/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3H2HyaRI/AAAAAAAAACs/KED4D_oE9jo/s1600-h/IMG_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208403208236591378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf3H2HyaRI/AAAAAAAAACs/KED4D_oE9jo/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to Austin, Tx late last week and over the weekend, for Matt's brothers high school graduation. We had a great visit and Madeline and Ben had a blast swimming almost the entire time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't take Lukey along for the this trip, he stayed with my parents, but he will definitley be joining us the next visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-4042021007579375759?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/4042021007579375759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=4042021007579375759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4042021007579375759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4042021007579375759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-fishes.html' title='Little Fishes'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SEf4K2HyaVI/AAAAAAAAADM/Ht4pdwYvvfw/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-9047637140088475683</id><published>2008-05-20T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:09:30.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves his daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SDN13dSPCeI/AAAAAAAAACk/4KbeP8fmpYY/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202631590157421026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SDN13dSPCeI/AAAAAAAAACk/4KbeP8fmpYY/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke wanted to help his daddy cut the grass the other night, so badly!&lt;br /&gt;One day little guy, one day!&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/5135613798230071684-9047637140088475683?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/9047637140088475683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=9047637140088475683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9047637140088475683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9047637140088475683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/05/loves-his-daddy.html' title='Loves his daddy!'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SDN13dSPCeI/AAAAAAAAACk/4KbeP8fmpYY/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-8606928364407520825</id><published>2008-05-12T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T08:53:39.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky</title><content type='html'>Well, Ben is still sick.  This is going on day 5 for him.  I can't recall him ever being this sick before.  Thursday night it started with the vomiting and continued that night and into the next day.  Then the diarrhea kicked in.  Then the fever.   The whole time he has been lying around doing nothing.  Totally unlike him.  He has been drinking and has had a few nibbles of food here and there.  Yesterday morning he perked up and ate some breakfest, but then he was back on the couch complaining of his tummy hurting and the diarrhea started back up.  Guess were he is now, yep on the couch asleep.  He is a sick little boy, I tell ya!  Thankfully no one else has gotten sick(yet)! &lt;br /&gt;Not being able to get out of the house for the last few days, is not good for mama either.  I get depressed.   I have a tendancy towards depression anyway, but being cooped up is not good for me mentally.  By the 5th day I don't want to shower or clean or cook or do much of anything but lay on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;Most importantly though I just want my boy to get better!  If he's not better by tomorrow, we may have to make a trip to the doctor, which I have been putting off cause I know I will just get the "It's a virus" and be out $25 for the copay.    I'm hoping he will be a new boy tomorrow and we won't have to even worry about it!&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it, just say a prayer for my little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-8606928364407520825?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/8606928364407520825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=8606928364407520825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8606928364407520825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8606928364407520825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/05/sicky.html' title='Sicky'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-9220316502921070428</id><published>2008-05-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T06:27:37.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night after work I went grocery shopping because we were in a bad way. I usually have to go twice since we run out of something or another. Saturday morning Ben woke up and wanted some cereal for breakfest and looked in the frig and goes,&lt;br /&gt;"Mama you got milk, I'm so &lt;em&gt;proud&lt;/em&gt; of you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, it's so nice when you can make your kids proud huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-9220316502921070428?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/9220316502921070428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=9220316502921070428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9220316502921070428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9220316502921070428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-night-after-work-i-went-grocery.html' title=''/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-6352330239274806031</id><published>2008-04-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:12:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBioYjleuwI/AAAAAAAAACU/YeuokKP-Jls/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195087309994638082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBioYjleuwI/AAAAAAAAACU/YeuokKP-Jls/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBioADleuvI/AAAAAAAAACM/T2pHNPar_fM/s1600-h/IMG_0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195086889087843058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBioADleuvI/AAAAAAAAACM/T2pHNPar_fM/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBintzleuuI/AAAAAAAAACE/LisIg6YMjfk/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195086575555230434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBintzleuuI/AAAAAAAAACE/LisIg6YMjfk/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is my boy. My funny, adorable little man, who loves to laugh and watch his big sister and brother. Who loves balls and shoes. Who is starting to babble and to dance. Who loves to eat and loves his daddy! He has completed our family and I can not imagine or remember our life without him in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you Lukey-Boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-6352330239274806031?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/6352330239274806031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=6352330239274806031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6352330239274806031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6352330239274806031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-is-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBioYjleuwI/AAAAAAAAACU/YeuokKP-Jls/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-2031542523817623044</id><published>2008-04-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T06:59:07.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXYDDleutI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rRH0yO9Jmgc/s1600-h/IMG_0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194295292255451858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXYDDleutI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rRH0yO9Jmgc/s320/IMG_0554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXoDleusI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QrSK521SfVo/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294828398983874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXoDleusI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QrSK521SfVo/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXYjleurI/AAAAAAAAABs/9CTwnDd3rSs/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294562111011506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXYjleurI/AAAAAAAAABs/9CTwnDd3rSs/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXHjleuqI/AAAAAAAAABk/W1d6CAzDiW8/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294270053235362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXXHjleuqI/AAAAAAAAABk/W1d6CAzDiW8/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of Luke on his bday~ I can't believe my baby is one!&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/5135613798230071684-2031542523817623044?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/2031542523817623044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=2031542523817623044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/2031542523817623044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/2031542523817623044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/SBXYDDleutI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rRH0yO9Jmgc/s72-c/IMG_0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-7619331492475258985</id><published>2008-04-21T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:14:58.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waaaay behind the times.</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it.  This morning I joined ebay.   Yes, I am very behind.  I was looking for a certain pair of shoes for Lukey and I couldn't find them at the mall in his size or on any of the usual websites I would go to to find these shoes, so I broke down and signed up for ebay.  They are not the &lt;em&gt;exact&lt;/em&gt; shoes I wanted but for less than 15 bucks, I ain't complaining!  They are still cute and pretty much what I was looking for.    I hope I win.  I wanted them in time for his birthday, but seeing as that is this Saturday I don't know if that will be happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-7619331492475258985?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/7619331492475258985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/7619331492475258985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-waaaay-behind-times.html' title='I&apos;m waaaay behind the times.'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-1295248448309345992</id><published>2008-03-24T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:53:14.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-giru2zwAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/epL32MjPhNA/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181429505997389826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-giru2zwAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/epL32MjPhNA/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-giU-2zv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/35zQwwCXzh4/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181429115155365874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-giU-2zv_I/AAAAAAAAABI/35zQwwCXzh4/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-gh4u2zv-I/AAAAAAAAABA/RH2fXEUaHmM/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181428629824061410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-gh4u2zv-I/AAAAAAAAABA/RH2fXEUaHmM/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-ghh-2zv9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KxupF9b3ouU/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181428238982037458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-ghh-2zv9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KxupF9b3ouU/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5135613798230071684-1295248448309345992?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/1295248448309345992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/1295248448309345992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R-giru2zwAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/epL32MjPhNA/s72-c/IMG_0373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-6660154580619914115</id><published>2008-02-08T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:02:39.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with my child??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R6ynEEuDB_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VBF0QpFy0Ug/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164686561115310066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R6ynEEuDB_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VBF0QpFy0Ug/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was last week, Madeline got this crazy idea to cut a big huge bald spot in the middle of her right eyebrow. Yep, that's right. Apparently she decided to forgo tweezers and instead use our lovely house scissors. She's somethin' I tell ya! Anyway I leave you with a picture of her lovely work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-6660154580619914115?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6660154580619914115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6660154580619914115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-is-wrong-with-my-child.html' title='What is wrong with my child??'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R6ynEEuDB_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/VBF0QpFy0Ug/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-4391357928448235122</id><published>2008-01-27T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:25:39.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love shoes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5ywZEuDB-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jj7nlaJ6_pI/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160193217869842402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5ywZEuDB-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jj7nlaJ6_pI/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping yesterday with my mom and Madeline and Luke to get a gift for a bday party that Madeline will be going to today. She picked up some cute little earrings for her friend and I got an awesome pair of shoes! In my pre kid days I was a shoe addict and thought nothing of spending a fortune on a pair of shoes. I haven't spent over $25 on a pair of shoes in ages. This pair was over $25, not ridiculously so, but definitly more than I usually pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them! They're not practical at all, but they are so cute! I thought I'd show them off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-4391357928448235122?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4391357928448235122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/4391357928448235122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-shoes.html' title='I love shoes...'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5ywZEuDB-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Jj7nlaJ6_pI/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-9125900665805206649</id><published>2008-01-20T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T06:50:59.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time...</title><content type='html'>Need....to.....do.....laundry.....today.  I've got moutains and mountains of the stuff all over my house.  I still don't understand how that much laundry can accumulate over just a few days, but I guess with 5 people in the same house it's inevitable.  So.....I need to get on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-9125900665805206649?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/9125900665805206649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=9125900665805206649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9125900665805206649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/9125900665805206649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-that-time.html' title='It&apos;s that time...'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-5071030912886542902</id><published>2008-01-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:09:05.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5IgblRP4rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YExxFZR0QLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157220181525652146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5IgblRP4rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YExxFZR0QLQ/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5IgM1RP4qI/AAAAAAAAAAY/T13PLOC_6cM/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157219928122581666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5IgM1RP4qI/AAAAAAAAAAY/T13PLOC_6cM/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5Ife1RP4pI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/unvs2XMJjSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157219137848599186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5Ife1RP4pI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/unvs2XMJjSQ/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would post some pics since it has been so long.. Enjoy&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/5135613798230071684-5071030912886542902?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/5071030912886542902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=5071030912886542902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5071030912886542902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5071030912886542902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-from-us.html' title='Hello from us...'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R5IgblRP4rI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YExxFZR0QLQ/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-8123960684898865765</id><published>2008-01-19T07:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:54:47.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post</title><content type='html'>Well, internet it has been forever since I've even logged on to blogger.  I haven't even thought of posting.  With work and kids and just life I just didn't feel like I had anything to write about.  I'm feeling motivated and so I'm gonna try to post more and comment more to the blogs I read regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots has been going on since I last wrote. &lt;br /&gt;We moved to a bigger and better house in Sept.  We're still unpacking and fixing stuff.  Right now Matt is working on the kid's bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm not working, but will start working next Thurs. doing an as needed position.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are growing up too fast.  The baby is crawling and pulling up.  We're betting he's gonna be walking soon.  Didn't seem like he was a baby long at all!&lt;br /&gt;The two big kids have both had birthdays, in fact B is having his party today.  Spiderman, 5 crazy little boys, cake, should be loads of fun!  I'm definitley gonnna need my glass of wine afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;M is doing great in 1st grade, although I think she tends to get bored.  She is loving dance and wants to take horseback riding, we'll see about it this spring.&lt;br /&gt;Well, internet I'm gonna really try to do better about posting from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-8123960684898865765?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/8123960684898865765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=8123960684898865765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8123960684898865765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8123960684898865765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2008/01/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-8801952251889888607</id><published>2007-07-07T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:55:03.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say no to chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we are at a family member's house  the other night for dinner and several of them kept trying to feed my 2 MONTH OLD baby chocolate ice cream!!  It's bad enough that they were feeding it to my older two(plus brownies) but I mean hello he's a freakin infant!  I'm not going to stick his pacifer in the ice cream and feed it to him thank you very much!  I can almost gurantee that if I was not around he would have gotten his first taste of chocolate ice cream and I would not have been very happy about that! &lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not a neurotic and obsessive about what my kids eat.  I don't want them to eat junk all the time but if they have eaten a good dinner then they can have dessert.  I sometimes even *gasp* let them eat McD's!  But I'm not ok with my 10 week old who has only had breastmilk and some formula and still has an immature digestive system to have chocolate ice cream! &lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like the family members suggest this on purpose, cause they know it annoys me and that annoys me even more.  I guess I just need to not let it bother me, but dammit I can't help it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-8801952251889888607?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/8801952251889888607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=8801952251889888607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8801952251889888607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/8801952251889888607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-say-no-to-chocolate.html' title='Just say no to chocolate!'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-3687348175107127438</id><published>2007-07-03T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:31:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>Why do I sometimes feel like this is my first baby?  Yesterday after L's checkup when I was getting him in the car I just felt so new.  I had his carrier and his diaper bag and I was just lugging it all around like I had never done it before.  I'm like haven't I done this twice before?!  I've felt like this several times.  Forget going anywhere w/ all three of them by myself, I would be a basket case!  This third baby thing has just thrown me for a lup.  I was expecting it to be easier, but it has been much, much harder, but at the same time  I don't remember life w/o him in it.  I know it will get easier as time goes by, but I must admit right now I'm struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note yesterday in the car M(my 6 year old) told me "You're a mom, you're not supposed to have fun!" after she was complaining how bored she was and I told her that my goal in life was not to constantly entertain her and that I didn't always have fun.  That child is going to make me prematurely gray, which speaking of hair, my roots are terrible, I need to get my hair done so bad.  Wow, this post really has flip flopped everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-3687348175107127438?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/3687348175107127438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=3687348175107127438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/3687348175107127438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/3687348175107127438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-5055920888935639175</id><published>2007-06-26T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:18:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby 2 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8947538@N07/633593113/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/633593113_d88b5c11d9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8947538@N07/633593113/"&gt;pics 2007 171&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/8947538@N07/"&gt;madbenlu&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe that my baby has been in this world for 2 months.  His little personality is really starting to shine through.  A lot of people told me that the "3rd baby is the easiest, the 3rd baby is so good"&lt;br /&gt;Those people lied.  I love him to death and wouldn't trade him for anything, but he is my fussiest, most difficult baby.  Now, that may change and maybe he's just getting it out of his system, but so far he has been pretty demanding, although *knock on wood* he has been sleeping ok at night and only getting up once to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have to just let him cry because I have two other kids that I have to take care of and give some attention to.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we do love him, he is my little buddha baby.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-5055920888935639175?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/5055920888935639175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=5055920888935639175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5055920888935639175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/5055920888935639175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-baby-2-months-old.html' title='My baby 2 months old'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1440/633593113_d88b5c11d9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5135613798230071684.post-6228959232976310467</id><published>2007-06-25T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T05:06:52.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the way to start out your morning</title><content type='html'>With your sweet 3 year old boy waking up and saying "I sorry for being ugly last night mama" after he threw a monster of a fit last night about wearing a pull up to bed.  My boy is the sweetest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5135613798230071684-6228959232976310467?l=my3-mar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/feeds/6228959232976310467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5135613798230071684&amp;postID=6228959232976310467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6228959232976310467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5135613798230071684/posts/default/6228959232976310467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my3-mar.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-way-to-start-out-your-morning.html' title='This is the way to start out your morning'/><author><name>Mar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00901330780018842612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_g2d9QOpiMZQ/R_jezO2zwCI/AAAAAAAAABc/n8D7OZpeXXk/S220/IMG_0399.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
