<?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-3839462581523543275</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:27:32.955-06:00</updated><category term='fall activities'/><category term='dd3'/><category term='funny'/><category term='trips'/><category term='softball'/><category term='ds'/><category term='projects'/><category term='stroller'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='green'/><category term='summer'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='family'/><category term='works for me wednesday'/><category term='nephews'/><category term='cousins'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='sister'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='apples'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='me'/><category term='dd1'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='home improvement'/><category term='Zoey'/><category term='school'/><category term='paperman'/><category term='meal plan'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='grass'/><category term='dd2'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='mom and dad'/><category term='state fair'/><category term='food'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='hunting'/><category term='crockpot'/><category term='sick'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='dr'/><category term='snow'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>with y's and brown eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>To remember and share...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6905831329013420215</id><published>2009-12-30T00:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:17:01.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Fruit Cup</title><content type='html'>Hoping to add a bit more nutrition and substance to our traditional cinnamon roll breakfast, we came up with this.  Once again, a combination of several recipes to fit what we like and what is on hand.  (doesn't everyone cook this way???)  This recipe was great as the kids could basically do it all and it was done ahead of time, all we had to do was take it out of the freezer so it could thaw a bit before eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas Morning Fruit Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cans crushed pineapple- in it's own juice (not drained)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg sliced sweetened strawberries&lt;br /&gt;3 bananas, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 cup frozen raspberries&lt;br /&gt;1 large can mandarin oranges, drained&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup maraschino cherries, quartered&lt;br /&gt;1 can diced peaches in their own juice, or light syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix all together, fill plastic cups.  freeze.  remove from freezer about 20 minutes before eating.  we made 3/4 cup servings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6905831329013420215?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6905831329013420215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6905831329013420215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6905831329013420215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6905831329013420215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-morning-fruit-cup.html' title='Christmas Morning Fruit Cup'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-1962121670436498872</id><published>2009-12-29T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:09:15.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Panko Chicken Strips</title><content type='html'>As I generally don't cook from recipes, just get my ideas from them....I figured I'd better record this one as the chicken was devoured and Paperman commented several times on the yummy lunch and best chicken he's eaten.  When we made these today dd3 was taking care of the chicken to the flour, I was in charge of moving the chicken from the flour to the egg and DD2 seasoned and dipped the chicken in the panko crumbs.  Ds was just busy climbing from chair to chair and dipping his hands in the flour.  It is a great way to get kids involved, plus I do agree, they tend to eat better if they help make it.&lt;br /&gt;We used honey mustard, bbq sauce and ketchup for dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panko Crusted Chicken Strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 lbs chicken breast, cut in strips/tenders&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 t franks red hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 pkg panko bread crumbs (can be found in the Asian section)&lt;br /&gt;2 t olive oil&lt;br /&gt;salt, pepper, garlic powder and paprika&lt;br /&gt;(mix bread crumbs, oil and seasonings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepare a baking sheet by covering with foil, spray with cooking spray, place a cooling rack on the foil and spray that also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add the hot sauce to the eggs (it really doesn't make it spicy).  dip chicken pieces in the egg, then flour then seasoned bread crumbs.  place chicken on cooling rack/pan.  repeat.  spray chicken with cooking spray.  bake 375 degrees until golden brown and cooked through.  cooking time will vary based on size of chicken pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-1962121670436498872?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1962121670436498872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=1962121670436498872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1962121670436498872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1962121670436498872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/panko-chicken-strips.html' title='Panko Chicken Strips'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7768471485970754241</id><published>2009-11-10T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:30:50.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Play dough</title><content type='html'>Today was day two of "too sick to go to school too well to nap or hang out on the couch" with dd2.  I enjoyed her company and her sweet spirit even when she's not feeling quite up to par. Only once did I hear,  "I'm bored" as I was trying to remember fun things to fill her days between a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webkin&lt;/span&gt; games, coloring, catching up on homework, reading books together and her reading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;, puzzles..... Home made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;play dough&lt;/span&gt;!  She got to pick colors, do the measuring and the beginning stirring. Once her arm was tired, it was time for my bicep workout.  We used the recipe below and made 2 batches.  One pink, one green.  They made great ladybugs, flowers and pizza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c water&lt;br /&gt;4 t oil&lt;br /&gt;1 T cream of tarter  (I try to keep a couple of containers on hand, just for this project)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients.  Stir in wet.  Heat on medium, stirring constantly until it forms a big ball of dough.  Turn out on the counter or cookie sheet, let cool slightly then knead until smooth.  Turn contents over to patiently waiting artists and watch the flowers bloom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7768471485970754241?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7768471485970754241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7768471485970754241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7768471485970754241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7768471485970754241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/play-dough.html' title='Play dough'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4664109541088745382</id><published>2009-11-10T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:21:27.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Scarf along with me??</title><content type='html'>My new adventure. Learning to sew and create. I have some limited sewing experience under the watchful eye of my Mother, 4-H leaders, home ec teacher, Grandmother and Mother In Law. My creations that I remember were a quilted table runner, tshirt and Indian Halloween costume for dd1. I have been reading &lt;a href="http://www.joyshope.com/"&gt;www.joyshope.com&lt;/a&gt;  for several months and she inspires me, but never to the extent of doing anything about it (my fault, not hers!). I was happy to admire pictures of her masterpieces and creativity. Now, she is sharing with her readers. I can't wait to join in. I'll post pictures of the final project. The timing is wonderful as I have nearly completed the transition from the guest bedroom to the family closet/craft/sewing/storage room. Pictures to follow on that also. Wish me luck, perseverance and a steady hand with the seam ripper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4664109541088745382?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.joyshope.com/2009/11/scarf-along-week-one.html' title='Scarf along with me??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4664109541088745382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4664109541088745382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4664109541088745382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4664109541088745382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/11/scarf-along-with-me.html' title='Scarf along with me??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6589249536275061282</id><published>2009-10-19T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:36:28.400-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Apple Butterscotch Cake</title><content type='html'>Being dubbed "the best dessert you've ever made" by Paperman, I decided I must get my paper copy of this recipe recorded in another area too.  This is the second time around,  and for some reason, it made quite an impression this time.  If Paperman enjoyed it this much, next time it just won't taste the same.  The apples were from his Mom's tree and the applesauce was homemade from those apples too.  Maybe I can duplicate it next fall if there is a good apple crop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple Butterscotch Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 cup all purpose flour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4 c whole wheat flour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3/4 c sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/4 ground flaxseed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 t baking powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 t pumpkin pie spice or cinnamon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 t baking soda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 t salt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 large eggs, beaten (I used egg beaters)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 c unsweetened applesauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/2 c canola oil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 large apples, grated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/3 c butterscotch chips (and a few extra to sprinkle on top-optional)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heat oven to 350 degrees.  Spray 9x13 pan with nonstick spray.  Whisk together the two kinds of flour, sugar, flaxseed, baking powder, pumpkin pie spice, baking soda, and salt in a large bowl.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisk together eggs, applesauce, and oil in a separate bowl.  Stir in apples.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour liquid ingredients over the dry.  Stir until moistened.  Stir in chips.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pour into pan.  Smooth top.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bake 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.  Cool on a rack before cutting.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6589249536275061282?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6589249536275061282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6589249536275061282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6589249536275061282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6589249536275061282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-butterscotch-cake.html' title='Apple Butterscotch Cake'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4195356726887467610</id><published>2009-08-02T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:36:30.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Yummy Muffins</title><content type='html'>After much trial and error to find a healthy muffin recipe I felt good about and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; and the kids enjoyed....I think we found it.  Thought I'd share....posting original recipe with my changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whole Wheat Blueberry Muffins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS (&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Health-Nut-Blueberry-Muffins/Detail.aspx#nutri-box#nutri-box"&gt;Nutrition&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup all-purpose flour (used all whole wheat)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup oat bran&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup quick cooking oats&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup wheat germ&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup blueberries&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts (substituted 1/4 c flax seed)&lt;br /&gt;1 banana, mashed  (substituted 1/4 c vanilla yogurt)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk (1 c milk minus 1 T plus 1 T white vinegar)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;Sugar in the Raw for sprinkling on the tops before baking (optional-though it does add to the yum factor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1.       Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease a 12 cup muffin pan, or line with paper muffin cups.&lt;br /&gt;2.       In a large bowl, stir together the all-purpose flour, whole wheat flour, sugar, oat bran, quick-cooking oats, wheat germ, baking powder, baking soda and salt. Gently stir in the blueberries and walnuts. In a separate bowl, mix together the mashed banana, buttermilk, egg, oil and vanilla. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry, and mix just until blended. Spoon into muffin cups, filling all the way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;3.       Bake for 15 to 18 minutes in the preheated oven, or until the tops of the muffins spring back when lightly touched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4195356726887467610?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4195356726887467610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4195356726887467610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4195356726887467610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4195356726887467610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/yummy-muffins.html' title='Yummy Muffins'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5347255553716741531</id><published>2009-08-02T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:02:34.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>What time is it? Part 2</title><content type='html'>Seriously?  Really?  Are you SURE?  I am, like most every other parent, in awe of how quickly 2 months can fly by.  Especially months filled with no alarm clocks, no strict bedtimes, ball games, swimming, bike riding, picnics, parades, county fairs, slip and slides, lemonade and dentist appointments.  We did our reading programs, shrinky dinks and are on book 2 of the Little House books.  The two oldest have learned some new cooking skills and dd3 has a bike with no training wheels. Ds is learning that sleep isn't a "given" and you can pee on the floor if you take your diaper off without anyone noticing.  Now, two full weeks left...crunch time.  Time to find a sleep schedule for 4 kids with an age gap of 8 years.  Time to fulfill the promise of sleepovers to christen the new rooms all 3 girls got this summer. We haven't been fishing, ice skating, had a camp out or kept the garden weed free.  Two weeks?  Let's see what we can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5347255553716741531?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5347255553716741531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5347255553716741531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5347255553716741531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5347255553716741531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-time-is-it-part-2.html' title='What time is it? Part 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3344987417661199349</id><published>2009-05-28T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:37:03.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>What time is it?</title><content type='html'>SUMMERTIME!  I couldn't resist answering DD1's question that way this afternoon.  (I do apologize to any High School Musical knowing people who will have that song stuck in their head the rest of the day....)   I always have big plans, ideas for activities, learning experiences, fun outings....   We purposely have not scheduled anything in the summer besides swim lessons and softball games, all finished by the fourth of July.  Downtime and fun time, that's the goal for the summer.  The routine book will be out every morning, just to keep things in shape and make sure we can make it out of the house before 11 am.  An early summer tradition has been to have each child make a summer list.  A list all their own filled with activities they want to do during the summer.  The list is not a guarantee of anything, only a guide and a way to look back in Mid August and see, yes, we DID do things things this summer.  So far there is swim, camp out with friends, bike rides, State Fair, ice skating, fishing, and birthday parties (we have a lot of Summer birthdays in our family).  Looks good to me....a few things I have on my list include reading programs, regular family time in the garden to keep the weeds under control, shrinky dinks, reading to the girls from a book picked out together (maybe the little house books), teaching each older child 2-3 recipes they can master and make without (much) help and allowing some guest blogging if they are so inclined.  The first 1/2 day is over, a summertime to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3344987417661199349?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3344987417661199349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3344987417661199349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3344987417661199349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3344987417661199349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-time-is-it.html' title='What time is it?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8316066480887240297</id><published>2009-05-15T00:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:56:39.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><title type='text'>Inspiration...</title><content type='html'>If you ever thought you couldn't,&lt;br /&gt;Read this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trendydollar.com/"&gt;http://www.trendydollar.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did. You can. :) Congratulations Heidi and Family. You rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8316066480887240297?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8316066480887240297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8316066480887240297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8316066480887240297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8316066480887240297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2711370989074878834</id><published>2009-05-15T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:11:50.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>a little funny</title><content type='html'>Q.  What did the zero say to the eight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.  Nice belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Aimee!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2711370989074878834?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2711370989074878834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2711370989074878834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2711370989074878834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2711370989074878834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-funny.html' title='a little funny'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7147515070445179584</id><published>2009-05-15T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:10:01.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of (my) babes....</title><content type='html'>"When I do this, there won't be a white carpet for me....I'm gonna have a RED one."  (DD1 to me while attending a family wedding last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I smell your bunny?"  (DD2 to DD3 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; morning, referring to her white chocolate bunny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;"  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DS's&lt;/span&gt; new phrase, and my most favorite to date!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does SHE get all the bubbles?"  (DD3 to me while I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blew&lt;/span&gt; bubbles for her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7147515070445179584?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7147515070445179584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7147515070445179584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7147515070445179584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7147515070445179584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-mouths-of-my-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of (my) babes....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6534925938424377947</id><published>2009-04-23T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:58:24.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Cookbook giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fabfoodfriday.com/2009/04/win-good-home-cookbook.html"&gt;http://fabfoodfriday.com/2009/04/win-good-home-cookbook.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out fab food friday, make a comment on your worst meal and have a chance to win a cookbook.  While you're there, check out Have Kid Will Travel and Iowa Geek.  Jody is an entertaining and educational Iowa Gal and a fellow Dave Ramsey fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6534925938424377947?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fabfoodfriday.com/2009/04/win-good-home-cookbook.html' title='Cookbook giveaway'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6534925938424377947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6534925938424377947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6534925938424377947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6534925938424377947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/cookbook-giveaway.html' title='Cookbook giveaway'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3822155901059036640</id><published>2009-04-15T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:06:14.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='softball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>I'm still here, I think.....</title><content type='html'>I have some excuses/reasons for not writing the last month or so, but none of them are going away any time soon.  Softball season is in full swing for both of the oldest girls, meaning, practice or games most days a week!  The younger kiddos couldn't be happier with 2 hours a day at the park.  We are doing several home improvement/organization projects along with attempting the normal upkeep of 20 acres.  Morel mushroom season is just around the corner and I am trying to prepare myself to being a mushroom widow for a couple of weeks.  I can handle it as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; looks forward to this time of year and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rarely&lt;/span&gt; comes home empty handed.  We get to share with our friends and family PLUS eat from our freezer stash all winter long.  Piano and dance recital preparations are underway and will happen in the next 3 weeks.  I've started a revised plan of working out in the morning (Monday-Friday) which has been forcing me to go to bed earlier, except tonight, I couldn't sleep (this never happens!).  Probably from thinking about all of the above.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; continues his daily whirlwind of activity and nearly draining me of energy.  Meal planning has been slipping, but I would really love to get some more meals in the freezer to free up my afternoons for quality time with dd3.  The next few months will be an experiment in being in two places at once, leaning on my friends and family and taking deep breaths.  There it is in one rambling nutshell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3822155901059036640?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3822155901059036640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3822155901059036640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3822155901059036640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3822155901059036640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-still-here-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m still here, I think.....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2941490648308125260</id><published>2009-03-13T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:25:32.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Hola Amigos!!</title><content type='html'>An email starts the ball rolling.  We find a date, we pick a place and we wait for the day to come.  This is how my "book club" gets together 2-4 times a year.  Our readings are very intellectually challenging, or not.  We  used to read books.  We used to work together 8-5, Monday through Friday.  Neither of those things happen anymore, but what remains is our friendship. Our get togethers usually follow the same agenda.  Food.  Drink.  Current events and big announcements.  Hopes.  Dreams.  Problems shared, and solved. Celebrations and support. Hugs and promises to not wait so long next time.  We've been through weddings, divorces, births, adoptions, graduations, job changes and death.  Thank you my dear friends.  Our visits are never long or often enough and they make my heart happy.  Thursday we had the opportunity to send our dear Suz off to becoming a Mrs.  Blessings to the happy couple and here's the recipe from our toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer Margaritas&lt;br /&gt;1 can frozen limeade&lt;br /&gt;1/2 (limeade can) tequila&lt;br /&gt;1/2 (limeade can) triple sec&lt;br /&gt;1 can beer&lt;br /&gt;sprite&lt;br /&gt;ice&lt;br /&gt;Mix first 3 ingredients well.  Add beer.  Fill remainder of pitcher with sprite.  Serve over ice. &lt;br /&gt;(the only rule is when you make this, think of me.  When I make it, I always think of my friend Shell, because she gave me the recipe not because she drinks these constantly...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2941490648308125260?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2941490648308125260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2941490648308125260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2941490648308125260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2941490648308125260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/hola-amigos.html' title='Hola Amigos!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4587747899603294157</id><published>2009-03-10T00:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:48:54.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Chicken Fried</title><content type='html'>Yep, I love that song (Zac Brown Band).  It can get the whole family dancing along.  I also like my chicken fried.  Oven fried that is...here's what I did with the final 10 lbs of $.39 chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oven Fried Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 lbs chicken hind quarters (I removed the skin much to Paperman's dismay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups dried bread crumbs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;cookies all purpose seasoning&lt;br /&gt;pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3T butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dip chicken pieces in milk and egg mixture&lt;br /&gt;roll in bread crumbs, place on greased cookie sheet. Drizzle with butter.   Bake 375 degrees until done.  This gives us enough for supper tomorrow, with leftovers and a meal to freeze, with leftovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4587747899603294157?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4587747899603294157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4587747899603294157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4587747899603294157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4587747899603294157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/chicken-fried.html' title='Chicken Fried'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3680604030621201031</id><published>2009-03-10T00:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:41:26.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Swimming naked</title><content type='html'>It’s only when the tide goes out that you learn who’s been swimming naked.Warren Buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tide is on it's way out.  I have posted about this blog previously, but &lt;a href="http://www.trendydollar.com/"&gt;www.trendydollar.com&lt;/a&gt; has some great reading.  I won't copy anymore of her writing, but this quote and a movie  literally sucked me in tonight "The Pursuit of Happyness" (this is really the way they spelled happiness...) really put things in perspective.  Today was one of "those" days.  The baskets of (clean) laundry, my sore neck, my captive cell phone, my tight jeans, the baby who didn't want to go to sleep and the messy entryway were all wearing on me, and my patience.  I was a grump, then as Paperman was going to sleep and flipping through the channels one last time, I noticed the movie.  Just reading the description and the 30 seconds he kept it on that channel made me know, I was staying up until midnight.  All of the sudden, none of MY problems were so bad.  I also owe MY babies an apology for being impatient at bedtime.  In the movie he slept holding his son on the floor of a subway station bathroom, but still didn't lose HIS patience.  Goodness, Heather.  Every once in a while I need that eye opener.  I got mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3680604030621201031?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3680604030621201031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3680604030621201031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3680604030621201031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3680604030621201031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/swimming-naked.html' title='Swimming naked'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5031610913591194200</id><published>2009-03-06T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:15:14.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Where did February Go??</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I'm not the only asking that question!  I do notice I didn't chronicle anything here to figure out what how we spent those 28 days.  Let's see...I know we finally got to spend time out side and dreaming of spring.  We removed ds from the dining room table at least 97 times and from the computer closet another 126 times (he's figured out if you push certain buttons, things happen).  We made homemade marshmallows and chocolate dipped strawberries for Valentines Day.  The girls started a session of swimming lessons.  We've been trying to figure out how the Stimulus Package will actually affect us.  We've had one couple in our neighborhood BOTH get laid off within two days of each other. We've went from having a strong confidence in Papermans job security to having some strong questions.  One case of strep throat.  Four pitching lessons.  Three doctor visits.  Eight trips to dance class.  And a partridge in a pear tree, or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5031610913591194200?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5031610913591194200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5031610913591194200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5031610913591194200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5031610913591194200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-february-go.html' title='Where did February Go??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7959392646308963795</id><published>2009-03-06T23:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:57:41.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>Beans and Rice Baby</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit tardy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, 6 days and counting, to be exact) on making our meal plan for March.  It is on my list, but manages to get pushed down on a daily basis.  Today I did some big batch cooking as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fareway&lt;/span&gt; had some great prices.  Boneless pork loin ($1.69/lb), chicken hind quarters ($.39/lb) and dried pinto beans (4 lbs $2.50).  I bought 20 lbs of pork loin, roasted 10 lbs and shredded for sandwiches. The rest is cut in chops to grill.    Chicken 20 lbs also.  I stewed 10 lbs to make broth and cooked chicken for soup, noodles, chicken salad, tacos, and whatever else makes the menu.  The beans, I bought two bags, but only prepared 1, thank goodness, as the cooked yield was close to 20 cups.  They are simple, cheap, healthy and for those who follow Dave Ramsey...I have rice on hand.  "Beans and Rice, Beans and Rice Baby".  (that is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; quote)  I plan to use them for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refried&lt;/span&gt; beans and also see if anyone besides me will eat them without a tortilla chip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7959392646308963795?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7959392646308963795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7959392646308963795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7959392646308963795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7959392646308963795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/beans-and-rice-baby.html' title='Beans and Rice Baby'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3235647616665188667</id><published>2009-03-06T23:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:40:04.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>CAM Pasta</title><content type='html'>That would stand for Creamy Asparagus and Mushroom Pasta...  This dish came about after I invited my sister and nephew for supper, with nothing planned. Not a real smart move on my part, but not a problem as they take me as I am. For that I am truly thankful, plus the pasta turned out yummy (we were all thankful for that). Note:  all measurements are flexible as I just made this one up so I'm guessing too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c fresh asparagus, cut in 1 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 c fresh mushrooms, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diced bacon (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute veggies and bacon if using. Add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c grape tomatoes cut in half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salt , pepper and hot pepper flakes to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the tomatoes begin to wilt add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 c half and half (I used fat free and it was good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat and mix gently with cooked pasta of choice. Tonight it was bow ties....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3235647616665188667?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3235647616665188667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3235647616665188667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3235647616665188667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3235647616665188667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cam-pasta.html' title='CAM Pasta'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6477096272948605059</id><published>2009-02-08T00:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:27:05.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SY56_gNIfYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4PB2RTC4FBU/s1600-h/IMG_0612%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300309042857016706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SY56_gNIfYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4PB2RTC4FBU/s200/IMG_0612%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is My Mom's birthday. My Dad sent me this photo from the time they had with ds last week. The same gentle hands that held and comforted me are now doing the same for my babies. I am so blessed and thankful to have my Mom near me and my family. Happy Birthday Mom, here's to a wonderful 2009 and many more. I love you.&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/3839462581523543275-6477096272948605059?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6477096272948605059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6477096272948605059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6477096272948605059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6477096272948605059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SY56_gNIfYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4PB2RTC4FBU/s72-c/IMG_0612%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3297824673166345676</id><published>2009-02-07T23:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:15:19.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home improvement'/><title type='text'>The big O</title><content type='html'>I was just trying to get your attention.  O for Organization.  I think it's one of the keys to my happiness.  Maybe not happiness, maybe inner peace (there is a difference right??).  This week I implemented an idea I had brewing in my ever churning mind.  My problem-"the pile".  "The pile" sits on the corner of my kitchen counter, in plain view of anyone entering my house from ANY direction, entering the kitchen from any direction and even anyone who happens to pull up in my driveway. "The pile" drives me crazy, and back.  "The pile" contents are ever changing but some of the most popular items include (please don't judge me on this!) shopping lists, coupons, ponytail holders, stickers, stray game pieces, magazines, jewelry, pens, anything the girls dug up, drug home or found and spare change.  My plan- I had 3 matching baskets I placed on another counter and one  9x13 size to place in the original spot.  The three baskets are one for each daughter.  ANYTHING that is theirs goes in there. It is then their responsibility to find a home (ie:their room or the trash) for it. If their basket is too full, it gets thrown away (within reason, I'm not that Mom!).  The 9x13 basket is mine, when it is full I have the same rules.   File, put away or recycle what shows up.  This system has been in effect for a week and seems to be working.  What to tackle next??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3297824673166345676?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3297824673166345676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3297824673166345676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3297824673166345676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3297824673166345676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-o.html' title='The big O'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4180088927245524911</id><published>2009-02-06T23:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:32:13.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>New Orleans, Jambalaya and Memories....</title><content type='html'>In honor of fat Tuesday (February 24) here's a recipe. This recipe was created by combining many different recipes and my recollection of cooking school in the french quarter (1984 at age 11). My memories of New Orleans from my second trip, ten years later, are much different than the first, but still involve the beloved Bourbon Street.  I consider this recipe a success as my Mississippi livin, spicy food lovin Father in Law eats it by the bowlful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** this may look a bit involved, but it makes a lot and it can be customized to satisfy most everyone. a heavy bottomed pot works best (I use enameled cast iron). I make 2 batches, one for the timid and one for the daring. If freezing do not add the rice until ready to eat. Be sure to not overcook the rice, unless you like it mushy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 lbs raw boneless chicken, chopped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;season with creole seasoning, salt, pepper and garlic powder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 lb smoked sausage (use hot or mild depending on preference), chopped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown meats together in &lt;strong&gt;3 T oil&lt;/strong&gt; and set aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In same pot- saute until tender-&lt;br /&gt;(all chopped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 c onion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 c green pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 c celery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 cloves garlic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drain excess oil and add&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 16-18 oz cans crushed or diced tomatoes with juice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 c chicken stock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 t old bay seasoning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 t oregano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 T paprika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 t thyme crushed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add to taste-&lt;strong&gt;creole/Cajun seasoning, salt, pepper, cayenne pepper, Tabasco sauce&lt;/strong&gt;) Simmer 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Return meat to pot.  The mixture should be spicy and salty at this point to flavor the rice as it cooks.  Bring to a boil and add &lt;strong&gt;4 c long grain rice&lt;/strong&gt;.  Cook uncovered, turning the rice, not stirring, from the bottom.  Can add &lt;strong&gt;shrimp&lt;/strong&gt; during the last 5 minutes of cooking.  May need additional liquid.  Cook until rice is almost done but still al dente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4180088927245524911?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4180088927245524911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4180088927245524911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4180088927245524911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4180088927245524911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-orleans-jambalaya-and-memories.html' title='New Orleans, Jambalaya and Memories....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7366965091118250131</id><published>2009-02-06T22:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:00:59.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>February Meal Plan</title><content type='html'>This is a continuing work in progress, but I'll give it my best shot.  If you see something you like and want a recipe, I'll be glad to share, but only if you share back!  I tend to get stuck in a rut and love to hear of tried and true family approved recipes. Listed are meals that I have groceries on hand to make, with the exceptions of a few perishables.  I do not decide WHEN we will eat each meal, only that it's available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiled dinner (roast, potatoes, cabbage, onions and carrots)&lt;br /&gt;Grilled t-bones (I am hoping for warm weather!)&lt;br /&gt;Turkey ( roast a 12 lb turkey then have at least 3 meals- roast turkey, hot turkey sandwiches, turkey-rice soup)&lt;br /&gt;Veal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scallopini&lt;/span&gt; (please don't hate me for eating baby cows....but it was only $1.99 lb regularly $12!!)&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;Beef veggie stew&lt;br /&gt;Jambalaya (I plan to post this recipe soon)&lt;br /&gt;Deer brats and morel mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Homemade pizza (4) (cheese, mushroom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; chicken pizza)&lt;br /&gt;BBQ pork sandwiches oven french fries&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers oven fries (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Talipia&lt;/span&gt; with mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Salmon&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna (in freezer ready to cook)&lt;br /&gt;Veggie Lasagna (in freezer ready to cook)&lt;br /&gt;Homemade mac and cheese (in freezer...)&lt;br /&gt;Chicken, rice and broccoli casserole&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp scampi&lt;br /&gt;Grilled sirloin, sauteed onions/mushrooms and brown rice pilaf&lt;br /&gt;Tuna and Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most meals I cook with plans for leftovers, usually taken in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paperman's&lt;/span&gt; lunch. As far as sides for meals, I'm not very creative, usually veggies (fresh, canned or frozen) fruit salad and/or a green salad.  A new favorite is spinach or romaine with dried cranberries, slivered almond and a sweet and sour dressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7366965091118250131?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7366965091118250131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7366965091118250131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7366965091118250131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7366965091118250131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-meal-plan.html' title='February Meal Plan'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4428008159610225230</id><published>2009-02-06T22:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:30:53.460-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>21 hours....</title><content type='html'>It sounds like a long time if your thinking of staying awake, riding a bike without stopping or being sick. It sounds like a very short time if your thinking vacation. That was the length of our midwinter getaway last week. It had been over 2 years since we'd been away for over 12 hours. It was enough time for us to remember what  WE are all about when we aren't being double teamed at home. Time enough to eat 2 straight meals with conversation. Time enough to sleep until WE were ready to wake up. Time enough to shower without thinking about the septic system, the bathtub needing cleaned or having to wash the towels. Time enough to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; relax and enjoy being together. Time enough to miss our kids and appreciate all they bring to our lives. Time enough to be totally grateful and indebted to all 3 families that had a part in caring for the kids and the dog. Little do they know, it was only a test....everything went so well we might just have to do this again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4428008159610225230?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4428008159610225230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4428008159610225230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4428008159610225230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4428008159610225230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-hours.html' title='21 hours....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3640334192571019989</id><published>2009-01-25T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:46:21.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of DD3</title><content type='html'>Tuesday we were heading to town, at the intersection of our road and the next paved road DD3 looked to the right and saw 2 horses and riders.  (Background, DD3 was a cowgirl for Halloween, used to ask for horses, but after being told "no" too many times now says she will be a real cowgirl when she grows up and have her own horses.  She really really likes them.)&lt;br /&gt;She said "Look Mom, horsees!" I said " Cool, looks like they're having fun doesn't it?"  She said, "Roll down your window!"  I said, "Why, Can't you see them?"  She said, "I can see them, but I want to hear the clippity-clop, clippity-clop!"  I cried, as it hit me as one of those super sweet- only -a -mom -can -understand things your kids say.  DD1 looked at me with "that" look only a  9 going on 14 year old can do and asked why I was crying.  Just a reminder, this blog is as much for me (to remember) as it is for those who read it (to share).  This may be one of those remembering posts, but I can show it to DD3 when she buys her first horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3640334192571019989?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3640334192571019989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3640334192571019989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3640334192571019989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3640334192571019989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-mouth-of-dd3.html' title='Out of the mouth of DD3'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8633711955800587551</id><published>2009-01-19T22:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:22:07.438-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>7 things I Love</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I picked 7....but just go with me on this one.  There are the very obvious things, I tried to dig deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;....loud, when I can sing and pretend, hope and pray no one is listening!  Like in the car, by myself.  Does anyone else have the false sense of security that others can't see you behind the windows of your car. I am amazed at the power music has, to take you to a place you haven't been in many years, to bring a smile to your face or make you cry, to make you walk faster or want to go to sleep.  I know this is not a new revelation, hence the mp3 revolution, but give me a break here, I'm trying to be philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our neighbors&lt;/strong&gt;....ever have one of "those" people in your life, we all have them.  The song "find out who your friends are" was written about them...well we're lucky enough to have them a big strong stones throw away from us...about 1 minute from a phone call in the middle of the night, away from us.  I can only try to list the phone calls I've made....my baby's not breathing right....I need eggs for the cookies.....I hear voices in my back yard....the garage is flooding....we're out of toilet paper for the birthday party...someone's arm hurts, they have a rock in their ear, they won't walk on their leg (fyi, they are paramedic, fireman, and rn wrapped up in one awesome package), the snowblower is broke and we just got 8 inches of snow (we didn't even have to ask on this one)....  I try to have extra eggs on hand to repay all those favors, but goodness, I'm going to need to buy chickens.  It's not only the things they do for us, but just their family in general that is a bright spot in our day.  Thanks guys, never ever leave us, ok?????????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft sheets&lt;/strong&gt;...I remember buying sheets for the first time and thinking, "like it really matters...sheets are sheets"  now when I lay my weary old body on my 600 thread count softies, I realize...yep, it really matters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stetson... &lt;/strong&gt;that's what Paperman wears, always has.  nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sleeping Babies....  &lt;/strong&gt;It's not what you're thinking...yep, they sleep, she's off the hook for a good 10 hours.  It's the innocence, the renewing of their bodies and souls for another day of growing, learning and loving, it's all that it takes to make everything right with the world (mine anyway) to look at them so peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunsets and rainbows...  &lt;/strong&gt;One of my oldest and bestest friends and I used to have a saying whenever we saw a beautiful sunset.... "Wanna go?"  That was over 20 years ago but I could still call her up, look out the window and utter those 2 words.  She would respond "Sure!".    I have passed this on to my kids too.  Often we'll be driving and someone will say "LOOK!" with responses of "cool..."  "wow" and in my head I hear "Wanna go??"  We have also been known to jump in the van and chase the rainbow to get a better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ice cream truck...  &lt;/strong&gt;yes, the prices and the music are both outrageous but they can't overshadow the pure excitement that rushes through this house with the faintest tune.  Being willing to drop everything, grab a fistfull of cash and run down the lane (Paperman has been known to jump on the 4 wheeler with a kid or 2).  It is ice cream, it is summertime and it is being able to give my kids everything they ever wanted (for those 5 minutes anyway).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8633711955800587551?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8633711955800587551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8633711955800587551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8633711955800587551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8633711955800587551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-things-i-love.html' title='7 things I Love'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2120990976251133522</id><published>2009-01-19T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:36:47.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Crockpot recipe</title><content type='html'>Made this today, pretty much a made up recipe that everyone ate except for dd3.  She only eats things  made with sugar and/or American cheese, and broccoli.  She may grow up to be a diet book author and I will not be able to wear a shirt that says "my kids are not picky eaters" as she has taken that from me....   I'll just keep plenty of broccoli and mac and cheese on hand and hope she doesn't waste away the other 6 days of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Veggie Stew&lt;br /&gt;1 lb stew meat, cut small&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion diced&lt;br /&gt;1 c chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;2 c sliced carrots&lt;br /&gt;1 can beef broth&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;2 T tomato paste or ketchup&lt;br /&gt;salt/pepper&lt;br /&gt;3 cups chopped cabbage&lt;br /&gt;1 c water (or as needed to cover veggies)&lt;br /&gt;mix well in crockpot and cook on high 4-6 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2120990976251133522?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2120990976251133522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2120990976251133522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2120990976251133522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2120990976251133522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/crockpot-recipe.html' title='Crockpot recipe'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7171403722783011607</id><published>2009-01-14T22:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:43:52.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipes...</title><content type='html'>Below are some recipes I've tried new or tried and true this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(New) Crispy Baked Kale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large bunch kale, washed, dried and tough stems removed&lt;br /&gt;1T olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1-2 t. sea or kosher salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare kale, toss with olive oil and salt, bake in 375 degree oven until crispy (about 20 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;** This had a generally good review with the family. A fun way to get your greens. It was healthy and the kids can tell no matter how it's done, but everyone tried it and some even had seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roast Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 turkey, thawed&lt;br /&gt;1 oven roasting bag&lt;br /&gt;onion/celery&lt;br /&gt;Tastefully Simple Seasoned Salt&lt;br /&gt;vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;1 T flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place flour in bag and shake, add onion and celery (reserve some for turkey cavity). Rub oil on turkey and season inside and out with Seasoned Salt. Place turkey in bag with onion and celery. Roast per directions. Lots of drippings for gravy!!&lt;br /&gt;** I have made turkey many different ways, but I think this is my keeper based on the compliments from my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boneless BBQ Ribs (6-8 servings)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 lbs boneless pork ribs&lt;br /&gt;cover ribs with water. add salt, pepper, bay leaves and onion or garlic (optional). Simmer about 1 hour. Remove from water and place in covered roasting pan, pour favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; sauce over and bake 1 hour or until tender. (325 degrees)&lt;br /&gt;BBQ sauce-&lt;br /&gt;1 onion diced and sauteed in 2 t oil. add 1 t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt; sauce, 1 c ketchup, 1 cup brown sugar and 2 t cider vinegar. simmer 15 minutes, stirring often.&lt;br /&gt;** these came out just the way I like them, sweet and tender. The brown sugar is the kicker for dd3, and even she ate some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291383259141423330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW7FCguSwOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-dexfucpYsU/s200/IMG_2537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 big bowl of fresh, clean snow (easy to find after and 8 inch snowfall)&lt;br /&gt;1 T vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 can sweetened condensed milk&lt;br /&gt;1 c milk (plus more depending on snow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;sugar to taste (start with 1/4 cup)&lt;br /&gt;Gather snow carefully! mix liquid ingredients and sugar together, pour over snow and mix well. Add more milk as needed. Eat right away.&lt;br /&gt;** I had this for the first time at Tina's house growing up. I'm not sure it's ever tasted as good as it did that first snowy day....but it's still good and something the kids ask for after a big snowfall. Not to be made after school or on a weekend, best on a snow day from school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7171403722783011607?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7171403722783011607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7171403722783011607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7171403722783011607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7171403722783011607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipes.html' title='Recipes...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW7FCguSwOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-dexfucpYsU/s72-c/IMG_2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5321028290744184124</id><published>2009-01-14T22:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:41:37.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>Fareway, Sams and Aldis....</title><content type='html'>I visited each of these stores last week and spent just shy of $400. You're probably thinking, we must have been hungry or had a party, or both! No parties and not hungrier than normal, just trying something new. I have read of people who shopped for their groceries once a month with a couple of quick stops for milk and fresh fruits and veggies. So, I decided to try it. I wasn't incredibly organized, but did create a list of what we had on hand and what we needed to make meals to go with those things. We have enough for roughly 27 meals, most with leftovers (lunches). This does not include breakfast foods that we just have on hand (cereal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; for waffles and pancakes, oatmeal, smoothie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fixens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, eggs, toast). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I discussed the $400. We decided that amount wasn't bad, comparing it with a 2 person household with two "expensive habits" would spend that much on "feeding the need" as we spend feeding our 4 expensive blessings (and ourselves too)!!! My ultimate goal is to do more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OAMC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (once a month cooking) along with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (once a month shopping). I did buy 10 pounds of boneless skinless chicken breasts and prepared 5 meals for the freezer in 1 hour. They included chicken taco meat, diced for stir fry, chopped for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; chicken pizza, marinated, browned for something to be decided.  DD3 enjoyed this day as she loves to squish her hands in raw meat...wierd I know, but it keeps her busy while I'm cooking. (yes, she washes very well when she's done!) I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed pulling meals from the freezer and crossing them off my list along with having at least 2 extra hours a week not spent at the grocery store. I guess I'll discontinue meal planning Monday and as I get this down, I can share our monthly plan. I'm always looking for new recipes to try so feel free to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5321028290744184124?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5321028290744184124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5321028290744184124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5321028290744184124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5321028290744184124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/fareway-sams-and-aldis.html' title='Fareway, Sams and Aldis....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5585671328697633735</id><published>2009-01-14T21:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:59:34.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Brrrrdy Brrrrdy BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60JMts6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HVOTUROwhXc/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364682331646162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60JMts6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HVOTUROwhXc/s200/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60I4jr91I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/chmg3Jc7QIQ/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364676920932178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60I4jr91I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/chmg3Jc7QIQ/s200/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60IutkLGI/AAAAAAAAAII/lBxRxbIs-Rw/s1600-h/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60IWxsP8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/sOnmXeeIZb0/s1600-h/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cold outside. We have a lot of snow. We live in Iowa and it's January. There's not really a lot else to say besides I need my slippers and blankie. Stay warm, drink cocoa and cuddle lots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/3839462581523543275-5585671328697633735?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5585671328697633735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5585671328697633735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5585671328697633735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5585671328697633735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/brrrrdy-brrrrdy-brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrdy Brrrrdy BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SW60JMts6NI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HVOTUROwhXc/s72-c/IMG_2585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3896994172606942238</id><published>2009-01-14T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:41:22.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><title type='text'>The Trendy Dollar</title><content type='html'>If you want some good reading or have some new year's resolutions based on debt reduction  check out &lt;a href="http://www.trendydollar.com/"&gt;www.trendydollar.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi is from Iowa and they have paid down a lot of debt and changed their lifestyle using the Dave Ramsey system.  This is her new site.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3896994172606942238?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://trendydollar.com/' title='The Trendy Dollar'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3896994172606942238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3896994172606942238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3896994172606942238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3896994172606942238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/trendy-dollar.html' title='The Trendy Dollar'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4696860202979638431</id><published>2009-01-04T22:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:02:59.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>The new year...even if you don't make resolutions, it's a fresh start, opportunity for change, wonder in what lies ahead....  I always have a plan in place for my year, the picture in my minds eye that never changes.  A healthy, happy, in shape, organized picture....  Will this be MY year?  It just could be.  Stay tuned, I'll let you know.  Happy 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4696860202979638431?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4696860202979638431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4696860202979638431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4696860202979638431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4696860202979638431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5618853885728160458</id><published>2009-01-04T22:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:53:07.418-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>Menu plan Monday</title><content type='html'>The new year is here....  back to trying to develop good habits and one of those is Menu planning.  Here's the plan for the first full week of 2009-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meatloaf/ Roasted Carrots&lt;br /&gt;French onion Soup/Cheesy Vegetable Soup&lt;br /&gt;Pasta with mushroom sauce/salad/Garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp/Broccoli light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; pasta&lt;br /&gt;Roast chicken/green beans/applesauce&lt;br /&gt;Pita pizzas/fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;Fish Tacos/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refried&lt;/span&gt; beans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5618853885728160458?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5618853885728160458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5618853885728160458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5618853885728160458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5618853885728160458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu plan Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-248994811931405642</id><published>2009-01-04T22:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:55:03.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>in a nutshell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SWGSllSAn7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pdOjK4QxZW8/s1600-h/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287668611870138290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SWGSllSAn7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pdOjK4QxZW8/s200/IMG_2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it. I took my break but now, I'm back. The last 2 weeks were busy and eventful. As I was writing my last post on 12/23 I made it short as I had a lot of things to take care of. I didn't want to be "busy" on Christmas Eve trying to get things organized, food ready, etc.... I got a lot done that night, got up early the next morning and got ready right away (instead of my usual when we don't have to be somewhere in the morning...). DD3 woke up and for the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day in a row, vomited. I decided it was time to take her in. The doctor decided it was time for her to STAY in. She spent 24 hours in the hospital on Christmas eve. She was a trooper and didn't take her long, once her iv was started, to get feeling better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; was working and my Mom and Dad kept the other kids during that time. They might think twice now when they agree to watch 3 when I "run one to the doctor"!!! Santa with his magical wisdom still found each child where they were that night, hospital and all. My sister was sick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; ended up being sick on Christmas eve also. Our celebrating was delayed a bit, but all family gatherings finally happened and we hope and pray we stay healthy the rest of the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-248994811931405642?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/248994811931405642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=248994811931405642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/248994811931405642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/248994811931405642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-nutshell.html' title='in a nutshell...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SWGSllSAn7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pdOjK4QxZW8/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8657914683783692741</id><published>2008-12-23T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:57:21.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break time...</title><content type='html'>Not that I will have any "official" break time, so I'm just gonna make some of my own...this week I'm taking a break from meal planning Monday and pretending to exercise. This will also be my last entry until 2009.    There will be plenty of time for organization and exercise in the new year! Merry Christmas everyone and a blessed new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8657914683783692741?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8657914683783692741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8657914683783692741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8657914683783692741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8657914683783692741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/break-time.html' title='Break time...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7539806907823854418</id><published>2008-12-23T22:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:48:01.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Triple Grrrrr...</title><content type='html'>Today was day one of Christmas break for the girls.  I always manage to have grand plans for my days that never quite end up grand.  First item on the agenda was grocery shopping which went off without a hitch, except dd3 begging for candy at the checkout, as usual.  Then there was a stop at preschool, and two stops for final gifts to pick up.  The kids were all patient and helpful and got cheeseburgers and apple slices for lunch!  They were happy with their treat and bonus for me, easy cleanup.  I'm glad that happened as the groceries are still not put away at 10:30 pm.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; decided his 20 minute nap in the van was plenty for the day so he came outside when the girls played and I shoveled.  I spent 30 minutes on the phone trying to figure out year end insurance spending and calling back to try to find a customer service rep who had a clue.  It worked and she helped me with my problem.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dh&lt;/span&gt; "requested" pictures emailed from deer hunting, "if I had time".  To his credit, each item he asked me to do today he prefaced with "if you have time, I know you're busy".  I guess he can just hear it in my voice! Dd2 is still not able to keep things in her belly for any length of time but doesn't seem sick otherwise.   At 3:00 I figured out that I forgot to return our movies that were due at 5:00.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;....  So everyone loaded back into the van and I managed to get stuck in our driveway.  Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;....  we abandoned ship and any chance of ditching a late fee, headed back to the house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ds&lt;/span&gt; and I both had 1/2 hour naps that we greatly needed!  We made it through supper and baths, now it's time to make food and organize presents for the next 4 days.  It will be a late night, but I hope to find some fun time with the kids tomorrow(and the next 12 days), since I didn't manage it today...triple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;grrrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7539806907823854418?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7539806907823854418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7539806907823854418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7539806907823854418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7539806907823854418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/triple-grrrrr.html' title='Triple Grrrrr...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5250113811017840371</id><published>2008-12-18T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:10:11.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; was reading a take home page from preschool to DD3.  It was talking about the Savior being born.  DD3 listened intently during the story then commented "Mrs. S has a Savior in her class."  I had to think for a bit, then it hit me, (one of those "turn around and your shoulders shake trying to be quiet" incidents) the boy's name.....Xavier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5250113811017840371?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5250113811017840371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5250113811017840371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5250113811017840371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5250113811017840371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8583899023014542549</id><published>2008-12-17T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:45:37.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>Cost Cutter...</title><content type='html'>That's my Mom.  She's our resident &lt;em&gt;cost cutter&lt;/em&gt;. (my estimate is that she saves us nearly $1000 a year)  Today was haircut day as everyone was getting tangles and heads full of static.   A beautician (cosmetologist...) for over 40 years she cuts the hair of everyone at our house, except me.  Funny huh?   Only the daughter of a beautician could understand.  Who wants to blame their mother for their bad hair day!  It's much healthier to blame a perfect stranger. .  Well, now that I'm an adult, with a husband who is capable of paying for my haircuts, I make someone else, besides my Mother, responsible for the way my day goes.  It's just too much to ask....birth me, watch my children, trim my hedges AND be held responsible for my bad hair days...No, I'll pay for my haircut,  it's the least I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8583899023014542549?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8583899023014542549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8583899023014542549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8583899023014542549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8583899023014542549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/cost-cutter.html' title='Cost Cutter...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5377677355467281855</id><published>2008-12-16T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:13:03.770-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><title type='text'>You don't have to laugh, but I did!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday evening, I had sat the overflowing family hamper in the hallway to start laundry after everyone was in bed. As our laundry is in the basement I also tend to stick other things (toys, books, etc) in the hamper to take down at the same time. DD1 needed a drink so she got up and stopped to talk to me in the hall. As she casually put her hand on the laundry mountain, it began playing "if you're happy and you know it...." in a sing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;song &lt;/span&gt;fisher price tone. I showed her the culprit, a little people car buried beneath a pair of jeans. Her response ...  "Freaky..." and rolled her eyes. Then she went back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5377677355467281855?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5377677355467281855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5377677355467281855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5377677355467281855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5377677355467281855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-dont-have-to-laugh-but-i-did.html' title='You don&apos;t have to laugh, but I did!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8815209402096068872</id><published>2008-12-16T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:04:30.037-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>Meal Planning Monday, on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Better late than never right? I am seriously lacking in creativity and energy right now so here's the exciting meals we'll be eating this week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Ham, cheesy potatoes, green beans (Cupcakes at dd3's Christmas program)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Veggie stir fry, egg rolls, brown rice, clementines&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Oven friend chicken, acorn squash&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Potato soup, fruit salad (or leftovers)&lt;br /&gt;Friday Christmas get together (morel mushrooms and spaghetti)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday ??&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Christmas #2, weather permitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, with the weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;forecast&lt;/span&gt; that it is, we could be having some cinnamon rolls or fresh bread...I have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; yeast/bad weather connection in my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8815209402096068872?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8815209402096068872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8815209402096068872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8815209402096068872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8815209402096068872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/meal-planning-monday-on-tuesday.html' title='Meal Planning Monday, on Tuesday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5110496107781014491</id><published>2008-12-15T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:12:08.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a chance at free stuff??</title><content type='html'>Here's your chance.  Just take a survey and you're in for a $100 Lands End gift card.  My winter boots that I wear 5 out of 7 snowy days are on their 3rd season.  They're still doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but they have new styles and colors now and I could do a lot with $100.  The survey is short and painless.  Can't win if you don't try!! &lt;br /&gt;Here's a link-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=v1XWko6pU98QYbCX2rp9hw_3d_3d"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=v1XWko6pU98QYbCX2rp9hw_3d_3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5110496107781014491?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5110496107781014491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5110496107781014491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5110496107781014491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5110496107781014491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-chance-at-free-stuff.html' title='Like a chance at free stuff??'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3991403285644439613</id><published>2008-12-13T23:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:45:07.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Girls for my Girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUScU37rg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ut1g787OXe8/s1600-h/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279516545610646370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUScU37rg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ut1g787OXe8/s200/IMG_2456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUSaLbQHPtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O4jE9Sz3pl0/s1600-h/IMG_2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279514184269643474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUSaLbQHPtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/O4jE9Sz3pl0/s200/IMG_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUSYuXloeSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kOu0UjVAP1M/s1600-h/IMG_2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279512585558325538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUSYuXloeSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kOu0UjVAP1M/s200/IMG_2455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mia&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;br /&gt;Today the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; their first American Girl dolls. There had never been much of an interest before a few weeks ago when the catalog arrived. They had checked it out before, saying they liked them, but never the response they (ALL!) had this time. "Mom...I love MIA!!!" "If I were to get one, I'd pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KAYA&lt;/span&gt;!" "JULIE is so pretty." It's not very often, unless we're talking about ice cream, that the girls are all interested in the same thing, at the same time (pretty much to be expected at their ages and interests).   Papa and Paula completely surprised them with their own little girl to love. They're still not as lucky as I am, since I have 3, but I'd have to say...they're still lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3991403285644439613?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3991403285644439613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3991403285644439613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3991403285644439613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3991403285644439613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-for-my-girls.html' title='Girls for my Girls...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SUScU37rg2I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ut1g787OXe8/s72-c/IMG_2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7503728227837644676</id><published>2008-12-13T23:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:23:03.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I will do better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;... back to reality. We've had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;house guests&lt;/span&gt; (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FIL&lt;/span&gt; and his wife) from Mississippi for the last 8 days. (I was told by a perfect stranger today that I had an accent...guess they rub off on me!) The times goes so fast during their visits as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; and his Dad are hunting (deer in the fall, mushrooms in the spring). The week is filled with family gatherings, fun and food. Guess that's why tomorrow, it's time for me to dig out the &lt;strong&gt;treadmill&lt;/strong&gt; we pushed against the wall to make room for Christmas #1 today. There are plenty of fruits and veggies in the fridge, now I just need to figure out the &lt;strong&gt;menu&lt;/strong&gt; for next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; goes back to work the next two weeks and I'm just not sure how to deal with that! We all get so spoiled having him around in the fall, when it's time to go back to the real world ...it's a bummer. I'm done with that complaining, as he has a job to go back to and for that I am truly thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7503728227837644676?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7503728227837644676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7503728227837644676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7503728227837644676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7503728227837644676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-do-better.html' title='I will do better....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4460941986220130987</id><published>2008-12-02T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:14:45.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya later Luann-</title><content type='html'>Today I attended the most difficult funeral I have yet to experience.  I have lived a very sheltered life in regards to death as it has been limited to great aunts and uncles, people over the age of 75 and my grandparents over the age of 80.  Not that it's not hard to lose someone who is older, but they have lived a full life and are usually tired and ready to go.  Not so with Luann.  She was 41 with a loving husband, a 6 year old and a 4 year old.  She was living her life to the fullest when she was diagnosed with breast cancer 3 years ago.  Then again about a year ago.  She had finished chemo for the 2nd time and was beginning to start radiation again when her headaches started.  She knew from the beginning that it was not good even though her dr's told her it was nothing.  That was only 6 weeks ago, home, hospital then hospice.  She was a happy and outgoing woman with a warm smile for everyone.  She loved her household of boys and yearned for a baby girl (she told me each time I had another one!).  The service today was one she had planned-  a purple celebration as she was a purple loving person.  I'm not being irreverant by saying See ya later-  as goodbye is forever, but I plan to see Luann again when &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; fly away.  Godspeed my friend.  Your boys will be ok, but we'll all miss you here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4460941986220130987?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4460941986220130987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4460941986220130987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4460941986220130987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4460941986220130987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-ya-later-luann.html' title='See ya later Luann-'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6004825578214150518</id><published>2008-12-02T20:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:38:51.309-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giveaway'/><title type='text'>Contest link</title><content type='html'>RT @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iatraveler&lt;/span&gt; Giving away a copy of The Paper Bag Christmas! Must read! &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/67st8p"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/67st8p&lt;/a&gt; (And don't forget to follow me on Twitter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the above link to enter the contest.  The book sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt;.  If I don't win it I hope to get my hands on it somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6004825578214150518?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6004825578214150518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6004825578214150518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6004825578214150518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6004825578214150518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/contest-link.html' title='Contest link'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-1255378699463813977</id><published>2008-12-01T21:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:58:03.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><title type='text'>Meal Planning Monday</title><content type='html'>This is going to be even more unorganized than last week....but let's see what I can do.  We're having carpets cleaned, doing Jr. Achievement at school, a funeral to attend, and dance (2 times) tomorrow so our house (and my mind) is a bit out of sorts.  I couldn't do all that but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; is home.  Thanks sweetie!  Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman's&lt;/span&gt; Dad and wife will be here for 8 days.  It's an enjoyable time, but I'm not ready...as usual. &lt;br /&gt;We spent $220 at Target today and it seems all we got was pop (sale, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; was with me so he stocked up), cereal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingredients&lt;/span&gt; for truffles and milk.  That could add up to some interesting meals!  I think we'll try to use up some freezer stash.&lt;br /&gt;Monday-  Spaghetti/green beans&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-  Roast chicken-  it's a big one and she's thawing in the fridge right now.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-  Something with chicken...pot pie maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-fish/salmon, baked potato, broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Friday-  Cabbage and ham&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paperman's&lt;/span&gt; birthday, maybe crab legs and shrimp.  yum.  The girls love it too.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-  Roast, potatoes, carrots, onions&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.  Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-1255378699463813977?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1255378699463813977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=1255378699463813977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1255378699463813977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1255378699463813977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/meal-planning-monday.html' title='Meal Planning Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7945381868488896509</id><published>2008-12-01T00:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:13:06.390-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Advent Bags</title><content type='html'>I am trying something new this year.  Once again, this is not an original idea, but I'm kind of throwing it together at the last minute, or hour.  I guess it is December 1st, but I don't think the kids will mind if I'm a bit behind the 8 ball on this one.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the advent bags is two fold.  1.  To give us time to focus on others and Jesus' birth during the month.  2.  A fun family activity. &lt;br /&gt;I still need to get some bags to organize all the goodies and just did some ordering tonight, so those things will be put later in the month.  We may have to do two bags some days depending on our schedule, and how creative I am.  Here is what I have so far for activities and treats to include in the bags-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Make truffles. DD3 saw a recipe (picture) of some last week and has been begging to make them ever since!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Make sugar cookies.  We do this every year...it's a mess, but it's a tradition.  And thanks to Molly we have an awesome recipe!  (I'll try to post it soon)&lt;br /&gt;3.  Make Christmas ornaments and deliver to the nearby care center.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Read Christmas books.&lt;br /&gt;5.  New ornaments dated 2008 for them to put their picture in and hang on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Christmas suckers!&lt;br /&gt;7.  Walk to see the neighborhood lights. &lt;br /&gt;8.  Kids pick supper (I'll have to be careful when I put this one in the schedule)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Jingle bell bracelets&lt;br /&gt;10.  Christmas songs on the piano by dd1 and dd2 and sing along.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Christmas coloring page&lt;br /&gt;12.  Nativity Challenge activity page&lt;br /&gt;13.  Read the Christmas Story.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Share at a salvation army kettle.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Nativity sticker pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to put together decorated brown paper bags with directions/ingredients or supplies for each day.  I'm hopeful that this can be a fun and meaningful experience for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7945381868488896509?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7945381868488896509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7945381868488896509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7945381868488896509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7945381868488896509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/advent-bags.html' title='Advent Bags'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6998055256651935825</id><published>2008-11-30T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:04:12.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Snowy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8vGgr47I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zrunv-9kOYU/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274696737224385458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8vGgr47I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zrunv-9kOYU/s200/IMG_2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8u5OkuHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1Z50pvV_fkE/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274696733658757234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8u5OkuHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1Z50pvV_fkE/s200/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8UYBQoqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l8BaV_2ERzk/s1600-h/IMG_2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274696278067946146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8UYBQoqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/l8BaV_2ERzk/s200/IMG_2393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first snow of the season did turn out beautiful and fun (even after my inner stressing). DS got to play in the snow without wearing a hat. He actually preferred to eat it, and I did make sure it was pure white in nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DD1 decided to play wii instead of going outside the first time, but I guess the excitement was catching and she joined everyone else soon after.&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/3839462581523543275-6998055256651935825?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6998055256651935825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6998055256651935825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6998055256651935825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6998055256651935825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/snowy-sunday.html' title='Snowy Sunday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN8vGgr47I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zrunv-9kOYU/s72-c/IMG_2398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8589506166449557799</id><published>2008-11-30T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:53:15.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow???</title><content type='html'>Argh.  I'm not sure I'm ready for this.  Last winter seemed so long and with too many nights Paperman didn't make it home.  This morning Paperman was up with the two youngest girls and making pancakes.  As I laid in bed, enjoying their conversation, I kept hearing the same thing....CAN WE GO OUTSIDE?  CAN WE GO OUTSIDE YET?  CAN WE GO OUTSIDE NOW???  My sweet patient saint of a husband kept saying, in a minute, pretty soon, when we're done with breakfast....Then the dread starts to pop into my head....I had not prepared for snow.  It didn't have to do with having supplies, shovels, sleds, etc...  The entry way, meant for a family of 3 (not 6 plus a dog!) was not cleaned, the baskets of mittens were not set out, snow pants were not assigned from the overflowing tote o pants and bikes have not been put away to make room for sleds.  I did manage to contain my "argh" and drag myself from the covers, help find dd3's boots and between the 3 girls, they made at least 8 full dress, play, undress, dry clothes, redress, play cycles today.  We discussed ideas on how to keep the entry way clean and semi organized (ie: keep mom from freaking out) as a family.  General putting things where they belong should help out with this.  Maybe by summer we'll all have it down pat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8589506166449557799?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8589506166449557799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8589506166449557799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8589506166449557799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8589506166449557799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow???'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7591079787815094898</id><published>2008-11-30T23:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:31:53.783-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>it's only the beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN2fEegWHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_Wr2WG2cr8g/s1600-h/IMG_2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274689864730695794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN2fEegWHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_Wr2WG2cr8g/s200/IMG_2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DD2 had her first sleepover with a friend on Wednesday evening. The timing was right with no school in sight for 4 days and nothing big on the calendar for that evening. The girls even got to pick if they wanted to have dd1 and dd3 sleep with them and they took the "more the merrier" route and said yes. They got to stay up a little later than normal, had pancakes and ice cream cones and made puppy beds out of shoe boxes for their stuffed animals. All in all, I'm up for it again. It's fun to share our family with others, give the kids a chance to really get to know their friends and keep things exciting around here. Could there be any more pink or purple bedding on that air mattress?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7591079787815094898?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7591079787815094898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7591079787815094898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7591079787815094898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7591079787815094898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-only-beginning.html' title='it&apos;s only the beginning...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/STN2fEegWHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_Wr2WG2cr8g/s72-c/IMG_2390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6510077612223258409</id><published>2008-11-25T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:50:19.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>4 gifts</title><content type='html'>Something they want&lt;br /&gt;Something they need&lt;br /&gt;Something to wear&lt;br /&gt;Something to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that for a Christmas plan?  I can't claim that as an original, but I think we may use this in our house.  Our kiddos also seem to get more from us than Santa.  I guess maybe Mom and Dad need some extra points and Santa doesn't want to compete.  We keep spending reasonable anyway, but this will help me focus on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;, get it done, and move on.  My shopping is basically done, and I think I just need to buy some books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6510077612223258409?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6510077612223258409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6510077612223258409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6510077612223258409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6510077612223258409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-gifts.html' title='4 gifts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7303794393190655129</id><published>2008-11-23T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:42:48.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>DOT</title><content type='html'>Dear old treadmill-&lt;br /&gt;I plan to visit you several times this week.  Once again, 4 times is my goal.  This week is not a normal week schedule wise, but that is no excuse to not visit.  I'm sorry for only visiting 2 times last week.  I could not fit you in the van for our trip, but that's only an excuse, not a reason.  There were 4 other days to the week.  Thank you for being patient.  I may love you someday-&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7303794393190655129?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7303794393190655129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7303794393190655129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7303794393190655129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7303794393190655129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/dot.html' title='DOT'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7369782270930304927</id><published>2008-11-23T23:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:39:55.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal planning Monday</title><content type='html'>Monday- Ham and some other things&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-  Tacos&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-  ?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-  Supper at Hillary's.  I'm taking mashed potatoes, dessert and rolls. &lt;br /&gt;Friday-  Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a bit generic.  I plan to elaborate more as I get my wits about me...don't sit on the edge of your seat as that may just never happen!  Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7369782270930304927?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7369782270930304927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7369782270930304927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7369782270930304927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7369782270930304927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meal-planning-monday_23.html' title='Meal planning Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8648675862219195567</id><published>2008-11-23T23:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:35:28.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>We're home!</title><content type='html'>We went north for the weekend, 5 hours north to my Aunt and Uncles house in Wisconsin.  It was opening deer season and that is a huge deal. There are blaze orange dots all over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;county side&lt;/span&gt; as we travel and trucks parked at nearly every timber entrance.   My Cousins, Aunt and I all chip in to feed an average of 20 people per meal for 3 days.  It's a lot of food but also fun for everyone.  After 3 years of practice it's down to a near science and we all get to enjoy time together and not just cooking and doing dishes.  The "cousins" (some 1st cousins, some 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;) range in age from 1 to 15.  That does present some issues with trying to keep everyone happy, but luckily the over 9 bunch of kids are great with the younger ones.  They did craft &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt;, played with kitties, watched movies and helped out with meals and the little one (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;).   I had three revelations for this trip.  1. If you don't comb your 4 year old daughters hair (middle of the back length) for 3 days it gets some mighty tangles.  (she did brush her teeth while we were gone!)  2.  When traveling with children, you take the same amount "stuff" if you stay 3 days or 3 weeks.  Our van held-  6 people, 5 pillows, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blankies&lt;/span&gt;, 1 pack and play, 2 coolers, 1 deer stand, 1 gun, books, movies, craft supplies, 20 outfits, 8 sets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt;, diapers, 4 water bottles, 1 set of jumper cables (the battery is acting up) and all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;miscellaneous&lt;/span&gt; items needed for a weekend away.  3.  I wouldn't trade this special time with my extended family for anything, except maybe a cargo van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8648675862219195567?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8648675862219195567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8648675862219195567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8648675862219195567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8648675862219195567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re home!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4968175890349970484</id><published>2008-11-17T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:14:47.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mile marker 4</title><content type='html'>That's two straight days on the treadmill....I'm off...and walking quickly.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4968175890349970484?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4968175890349970484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4968175890349970484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4968175890349970484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4968175890349970484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/mile-marker-4.html' title='mile marker 4'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5147343098008430404</id><published>2008-11-17T22:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:12:37.096-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Doctor Love</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with another man.  Our pediatrician. Not in love in love, just appreciating what he does for our family. He and his father were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr's&lt;/span&gt; my Mom would take us to when we were too sick to see our small town doctor.  He is the doctor we've taken dd1 and everyone else to since they were one week old.  I can stress and wonder about anything, but with one phone call he can make me feel at ease.  He is very good at being on the safe side of things, but not overreacting.  I'm sure most doctors are this way, but today after 5 trips to the doctor in 2 weeks it was nice to be reassured that we are doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and our kids are "just perfect" (his quote not mine, see why I love this man!).  DD1 and DD2 had their checkups.  Yep, a little late for dd2 but I usually do them together, then everyone gets their flu shots, and ice cream.  This year the girls got flu mist, and still ice cream.  I'm sure he has a huge number of patients (as he's been "in the business" for over 25 years), but he still acts like he remembers us and the little details about our lives, I guess it's kind of like being a frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; member, membership has it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5147343098008430404?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5147343098008430404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5147343098008430404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5147343098008430404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5147343098008430404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/doctor-love.html' title='Doctor Love'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4668453929992324692</id><published>2008-11-16T23:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:23:27.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meal Planning Monday</title><content type='html'>Last weeks plan went pretty well as we ate 4 of the 6 meals that were planned.  I had to make some quick substitutons as doctor appointments and little ones needing held seemed to creep into my potato peeling time! I'll try to get them in this week.  The things I list are general guidlines for me, we sometimes have bread,cottage cheese,and other add ons as I remember or they get asked for.  If possible I try to make enough for 2 meals then we have leftovers for another night or lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Baked pasta with veggies, fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Scalloped potatoes, carrots&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-  Crock pot roast/cabbage/apples&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-  Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Friday-  Lasagna, bread, salad&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -Ham, mashed potatoes, broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Leftovers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4668453929992324692?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4668453929992324692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4668453929992324692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4668453929992324692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4668453929992324692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meal-planning-monday_16.html' title='Meal Planning Monday'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-107791480528307664</id><published>2008-11-16T22:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:08:35.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I run for life....</title><content type='html'>Ok, for those of you who have seen me lately, stop laughing at the title. I have never been a runner, a medium jogger maybe, but never a runner. I did (jog) a 5k 10 months before ds was born, and haven't done a 12 minute mile since. :) I have a perfectly good treadmill in my basement, a baby monitor and an mp3 player if Paperman is home. The excuses have to go and I will be spending 30 minutes on that baby 4 days a week. Where do I plan to add this between bon bon eating and soap opera watching you ask? 6am or 9pm. I am a total night owl, mostly because I'm preoccupied with keeping my head above water so mornings aren't my specialty- and never have been. I also have no problem exercising and going straight to bed. It erases stress in my mind and body and I can fall right to sleep. About the title of the post, I run for life by Melissa Etheridge (google the song title to listen, it rocks!) became my anthem as I was training for the 5k. My Mom had just finished her treatment for breast cancer and I was running the race in her honor. Since then I have had 2 aunts and 2 friends diagnosed. Are those 5 women not a good enough reason to dig 30 minutes out of my day? Do I need more reasons? My kids, being a good example for them and more energy to keep up with them. 2011, my 20 year class reunion. Tropical getaway, it will happen, and I will be ready when it does! Here's to my cancer fighting, heart healthy, jean fitting, good example, easy breathin workout plan. Feel free to comment or email if you want join me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-107791480528307664?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/107791480528307664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=107791480528307664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/107791480528307664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/107791480528307664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-run-for-life.html' title='I run for life....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2174475663297321068</id><published>2008-11-16T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:11:19.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>Putting my hat on again....</title><content type='html'>Or in one word, a RECAP. Our week in a nutshell, fevers, strep, viral. Yep, 2 girls with fevers, one with strep (dd2) and one "just viral" (ie:wait it out, question your parenting abilities, take stock in advil and sprite with straws) (dd3). DD3 is entering day 6 of fevers above 103 degrees. She's been such a trooper. While the meds are working she's watching tv or letting us read to her. When the temp spikes it's nap time. It may sound a bit odd, but I don't mind my babies being sick (just to a point) as I like being able to be at home and snuggle. If we could just stay home and snuggle WITHOUT being sick that would be even better. As I look at it, we are getting all the sickies out of the way, no one will be sick on Christmas and it's smooth sailing through February. It's ok to hope/wish and pray right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2174475663297321068?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2174475663297321068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2174475663297321068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2174475663297321068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2174475663297321068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/putting-my-hat-on-again.html' title='Putting my hat on again....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2533850210591271425</id><published>2008-11-11T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:22:33.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><title type='text'>beep, beep, buzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Zoey, we really do love you, or else we wouldn't be doing this.  We wouldn't be putting limits on where you can roam and run in this beautiful and interesting world we live in.  We wouldn't have gotten you a new collar and transmitter to send you some not so pleasant messages to keep you safe and close to home.  You are growing older, and braver and are just wandering too far for our comfort.  It is fall and people are hunting and trapping and that is not good news for a pretty girl who loves mischief.  So, you'll get some extra time with us, learning your new boundaries in the next few weeks and we should all be happy soon.  Tonight you made us so proud staying in your "down" for 6 minutes!  What a big girl.  DD2 was just too tempting when she made that pass right beside you.  I don't blame you at all, I like to play with her too.  That's ok, we've got 4 more weeks until another training session and you'll make your 10 minute "down" assignment.  Being good will have it's advantages.  But I can guarantee you'll never get to take Paperman up on his offer to join him in bed.  That's my spot Missy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2533850210591271425?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2533850210591271425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2533850210591271425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2533850210591271425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2533850210591271425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/beep-beep-buzzzzz.html' title='beep, beep, buzzzzz'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6036382175462497257</id><published>2008-11-11T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:12:04.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Meal Planning Monday, on Tuesday...</title><content type='html'>Oops. I thought about my weekly meal plan yesterday, but I also went to bed at a decent hour, and as you may tell, most of my blog posts don't happen at a decent hour!&lt;br /&gt;Last week went pretty well with the meal plan, except Thursday my sweetest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; neighbor friend watched my kids, fed them supper AND sent home lasagna for the next night!  What did I do to deserve that??  Anyway, it was greatly appreciated for a busy week and I'll try to get her back soon.  I made the chili and chicken soup on Saturday which worked out great as my my brother in law and sister in law were here for supper.  I took those leftovers to my parents today as there may have been a mutiny if I tried to serve them the 3rd day in a row.  Enough...now on to this week-  I'll be trying to do some freezer potato recipes as I got 15 lbs for $4.59 today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-  Chicken soup and chili (for the last time!)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-  Mushroom pizza and oranges&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- BBQ pork sandwiches, oven fries and fresh veggies&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Baked pasta with veggies, fruit salad&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Scalloped potatoes, carrots&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-  Grilled turkey tenderloin, green bean casserole, apples&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6036382175462497257?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6036382175462497257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6036382175462497257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6036382175462497257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6036382175462497257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meal-planning-monday-on-tuesday.html' title='Meal Planning Monday, on Tuesday...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5936751994924214172</id><published>2008-11-08T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:18:23.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slug</title><content type='html'>I openly and honestly admit I have been a blog slug this week.  I have been gone every night with DD1 as it's "tech week" for the musical that opened last night, tonight and another show tomorrow.    So last week in a nutshell was Ds had an ear infection, flu shot and a climbing addiction.  DD2 had snack day, orthodontist appointment and dance.  DD3 had brown/rectangle day at school, dance and speech.  Paperman hunted and changed the dryer vent.  I cooked, cleaned, laundried (new word), and drove people places.    But it was a good week.  I got to spend time with dd1 that doesn't happen often enough.  We also got family pictures done, some Christmas shopping, caught snowflakes on our tongues and played some wii.   It was great having Paperman around, even with a busy week we still had quality time with the kids.  The downside of the week is I have 2 friends (not close, but more than mere acquaintances) who were diagnosed with cancer.  Pray for them and their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5936751994924214172?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5936751994924214172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5936751994924214172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5936751994924214172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5936751994924214172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/slug.html' title='Slug'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2621064341104036238</id><published>2008-11-04T21:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:06:10.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><title type='text'>One vote...</title><content type='html'>I have been so amazed/proud/surprised how involved and interested the kids are in this election. Just one more point to show that what the adults are into around them carries over (also the effect the MEDIA plays). I had not made it to the polls yet when dd1 came home and I told her I just wasn't going (jokingly). She said "Mom, you have to, every vote matters."&lt;br /&gt;It may also be a ploy to stay up later as dd1 said "I just want to see who wins Iowa." She knew very well that would take her to at least 9:15 and it was only 8:30 at that point. She also knew which states were "battleground", what electoral votes were and generally understood that process. wow. I think I was 30 before I kind of "got it." I posted on my facebook account the I had not sung yet but was warming up....over an hour ago and NBC just quoted me. Do you think they've been reading my facebook somehow? HA! Anyway, the people have spoken, they want a change, and I truly believe, it's gonna come. I earned the right to complain if  I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2621064341104036238?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2621064341104036238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2621064341104036238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2621064341104036238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2621064341104036238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-vote.html' title='One vote...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6681377752146837760</id><published>2008-11-03T21:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:03:09.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just waiting for the call...</title><content type='html'>Teachers are mandatory reporters right?  So, I'm waiting for the call .  In 3rd grade they have a list of vocabulary words and the kids write sentences containing these words each week.  I'll give you a sample from DD1's list last week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sudden-  &lt;/strong&gt;All of the &lt;strong&gt;sudden &lt;/strong&gt;the dog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tunnel-  &lt;/strong&gt;DS was not going in the &lt;strong&gt;tunnel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dust-  &lt;/strong&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;dust &lt;/strong&gt;in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;struck- &lt;/strong&gt;DD2 &lt;strong&gt;struck &lt;/strong&gt;DS with a knife today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked her &lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;she wrote the last sentence DD#1 said she "couldn't think of anything else to write!"  ok, that's a good enough explanation for now....just don't answer that phone.  (For anyone beginning to worry about DD1, she's ok there were other sentences about going into space, growing buds, ice cream and pizza and Ds being cute.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6681377752146837760?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6681377752146837760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6681377752146837760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6681377752146837760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6681377752146837760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-waiting-for-call.html' title='I&apos;m just waiting for the call...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-1458207045532132209</id><published>2008-11-03T13:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:20:29.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal planning Monday...</title><content type='html'>Let's see if this will work. I am trying (as I have been forever!) to get in a meal planning routine. Each meal won't necessarily happen on the day it was planned, but at least the ingredients will be here for when it does. The reasons for this, cook ahead, buy what we need and not stress at 2 pm everyday. My plan is to post this on Monday, as if everyone CARES what we are eating, but so I do it and follow it. If you ever want a recipe (not that I use them...) I'd be glad to share, but I must have one of yours back! Have a great week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Tuna and Noodles peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Breakfast Egg Casserole spinach salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Pork Tenderloin, freezer mashed potatoes, green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Tacos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refried&lt;/span&gt; beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Chili and Chicken soup, beer bread, fresh veggies/dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Curtis' Birthday party, I don't have to cook!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-1458207045532132209?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1458207045532132209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=1458207045532132209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1458207045532132209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1458207045532132209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meal-planning-monday.html' title='Meal planning Monday...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6291343312024951338</id><published>2008-11-01T00:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:51:14.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fresh from the farm</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was chicken day.  We had ordered 8 farm fresh, no antibiotic, free range chickens for our freezer.  Paperman and I were both raised on this kind of chicken and whenever he eats (the other) chicken it's just not the same.  Of course, I'm sure if his Mom made (the other) chicken it may be better!  I stewed a 6 lb chicken today with salt/pepper/carrots/onion and celery.  I covered it in water and let it simmer about an hour then sit in the broth for a while (it was still quite warm). I removed the bones and skin and came up with 2 gallons (!) broth with a lot of flavor and 6 cups of chicken.  I packaged everything into quart ziploc bags and now have the fixens for chicken soup, chicken and dumplings or chicken and noodles anytime we want.  yum.&lt;br /&gt;At $2.25 a lb the chickens are a bit pricey compared to (the other) chicken but we should get at least 4 meals out of this one chicken by adding a few staples and veggies.  Now I'll have to ration the remainder of the chickens as we won't be able to get more until July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6291343312024951338?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6291343312024951338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6291343312024951338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6291343312024951338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6291343312024951338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/fresh-from-farm.html' title='Fresh from the farm'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-143742502254730607</id><published>2008-10-31T23:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:23:37.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvmzNTZt4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jr5PNQdZdHY/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263554356931311490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvmzNTZt4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jr5PNQdZdHY/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Halloween day. The oldest girls didn't have school due to the end of the quarter, not Halloween becoming a national holiday. That may be the next major change in the country depending on who becomes our new President! :) DD3 had her costume parade and harvest party at preschool and the rest of the family got to go. What a treat seeing 45 four year olds so proud of their costumes. We got to see our neighborhood friends as they were going trick or treating then we went on a hay rack ride around the neighborhood with around 30 kids (ages 1-14) and adults. The weather was beautiful, the kids were well behaved, and Chocolate. Papa and Grandma came to our house to see the kids as we weren't sure if we could make it to theirs without some type of meltdown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-143742502254730607?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/143742502254730607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=143742502254730607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/143742502254730607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/143742502254730607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvmzNTZt4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/jr5PNQdZdHY/s72-c/IMG_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6099182314778607308</id><published>2008-10-30T01:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:38:38.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>A+ for education...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kcrg.com/care/aforeducation/2479266.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kcrg.com/care/aforeducation/2479266.html"&gt;http://www.kcrg.com/care/aforeducation/2479266.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was dd1 and dd2 kindergarten teacher. The award is so neat as she is a wonderful person and teacher. She goes above and beyond in everything she does. She challenges each student, she has control in her classroom and welcomes the entire family to be part of the first year of school An example of the relationship she forms with her students is dd2, in first grade now, has to get "Mrs. Paulsen hugs" every day. She sets the bar very high and this is only her 3rd year of teaching. We've always known she is awesome, now the whole world does! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kcrg.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kcrg.com/care/aforeducation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6099182314778607308?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6099182314778607308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6099182314778607308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6099182314778607308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6099182314778607308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-education.html' title='A+ for education...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-591533459327703210</id><published>2008-10-28T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:33:43.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>BBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvp2XTQ-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bb8Vq-tBxQA/s1600-h/0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263557709689583906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvp2XTQ-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bb8Vq-tBxQA/s200/0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvoTW8ALbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/VY-ST8luegI/s1600-h/0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvoR8l9DSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dAVnhUskKW4/s1600-h/0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263555984533294370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvoR8l9DSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dAVnhUskKW4/s200/0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvoRbJfg5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XsqsbRlBMvs/s1600-h/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263555975555548050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvoRbJfg5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XsqsbRlBMvs/s200/0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbb&lt;/span&gt; (beautiful baby boy!). I know I'm prejudiced, but hey, pictures don't lie. :) &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/3839462581523543275-591533459327703210?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/591533459327703210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=591533459327703210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/591533459327703210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/591533459327703210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bbb.html' title='BBB'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQvp2XTQ-SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bb8Vq-tBxQA/s72-c/0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-1448895859095872186</id><published>2008-10-28T21:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:19:33.361-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><title type='text'>What were you doing 9 years ago?</title><content type='html'>October 28, 1999. My due date. I worked a short shift (dr's orders!), stopped at DQ for blizzards for Paperman and I then came home.  We ate our ice cream (pumpkin pie for me and choc chip cookie dough for him) outside at the picnic table as it was a picture perfect fall day.  We decided to go for a ride to see a friends' house he was building, back a long gravel (bumpy) lane.  I guess it was bumpy enough...after we got home Paperman went hunting out back and I made supper of chicken breasts, green beans and apple crisp.  Then I sat down to watch tv (I thought I remembered what show....).  I felt a 'pop'.  hmmm...then I thought I peed my pants, a little.  (sorry)  Nothing else felt different so I waited for Paperman to come back, about 1/2 hour later. He was telling me about his hunt and I kind of listened....then I told him, I think my water may have broke.  So we ate supper (I paid for that later), finished packing some last minute things and headed to the hospital.  On the way my contractions started.  They continued to pick up but I was only feeling things in my back, nothing like I had imagined.  I was around 3 cm when we got to the hospital.  We got checked in, the contractions worsened, still only in my back....(from this point forward, for any of my children's births, if I say "contraction" it means BACK LABOR.  I've had 4 kids, and not a single "regular" contraction....oh the things we miss out on.) I was the normal, stars in my eyes, first time Mom thinking I wanted to do a non medicated birth.  That lasted a while, but I wasn't progressing much (around 6 cm at 1 am) and the only thing I was saying was "help me, help me...".  I got an epidural and 20 minutes later I said I needed to push...they didn't believe me, but I did.  So I pushed for about an hour and the dr came to check on me.  She said she could use a vacuum to get her out now, or I could push for another 2 hours....(she had a c-section to do!).  Fire up that vacuum!  At 3:45 am on October 29, 1999 DD1 was born.  Paperman is an awesome birth coach and maybe could become a doula if times get tough!  In fact, I kept him on for the next 3 births.  :)  He got to call our parents, who didn't even know we were at the hospital, to tell them the news.  My Dad was the first to meet DD1 as he stopped on his way to work a few hours after she was born.  We brought her home on Halloween, a beautiful 80 degree day.  Such a fitting beginning.  I love you dd1, thank you for being part of my life and our family. You'll always be my #1 baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-1448895859095872186?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1448895859095872186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=1448895859095872186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1448895859095872186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/1448895859095872186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-were-you-doing-9-years-ago.html' title='What were you doing 9 years ago?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2067754686905558382</id><published>2008-10-26T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:53:33.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><title type='text'>Bye Bye Betsy</title><content type='html'>Yep, we name lots of things around here. Even trucks. Paperman has owned "Betsy" (a 1987 ford f150) since 1988. That's half of his life. It was the first vehicle he purchased. It was what he was driving when we met. Betsy had served him well. Her speedometer was broken, wipers didn't work consistantly and she was rusty, but she still ran well. Until a year ago Paperman drove her back and forth to work on a regular basis to save miles on the "good" truck. After I did some wheelin and dealin' (mostly dealin' as we sold her for 1/2 of our starting price) she went to a teenage boy who does a lot of 'coon hunting. Perfect. The girls yelled "Bye Betsy" as they drove away. The best part of it all (besides the extra parking spot!) was when Paperman walked up to me and said "Here's your money." Gotta love him. My money. Is that grocery money for the next 3 weeks? Is that pedicure and shopping money? More than likely it will go into the general fund (as everything does). But I do hope for it to be Christmas money as we dislike greatly writing the check in January to pay the piper for November and December! That got me thinking, what can we sell next October??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2067754686905558382?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2067754686905558382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2067754686905558382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2067754686905558382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2067754686905558382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye-betsy.html' title='Bye Bye Betsy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6248095029329245334</id><published>2008-10-26T22:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:42:07.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>4 little pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEgZtp4LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZZV5sTHvXyU/s1600-h/IMG_2237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687063101169842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEgZtp4LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZZV5sTHvXyU/s200/IMG_2237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEf5n4sII/AAAAAAAAAFY/Pkjs09fjmx4/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687054487040130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEf5n4sII/AAAAAAAAAFY/Pkjs09fjmx4/s200/IMG_2231.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEfMx_ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uTw67aFQv1w/s1600-h/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261687042449827538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEfMx_ZtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uTw67aFQv1w/s200/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assume most families do this as they head to the pumpkin patch... pick out pumpkins based on birth order of the children (add parents if they get pumpkins too). Ours worked out that way this year anyway. The kids had been asking for a week to carve them, and I wanted it done, but needed a chunk of time that I was feeling pretty caught up with things to make a mess of the kitchen! That was hard to find. So Sunday morning I promised they would be done before bedtime. Forward to 7 pm, finally, pumpkin carving time. This was not the best judgement on my part as we had spent the afternoon outside at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party (45 degrees and 30 mph winds!) then came home and worked in the yard (mowing and raking up locust tree pods). This tends to wear most anyone out, especially kids that have been up later than usual 2 nights in a row. I wasn't going to break my promise OR miss out on the first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; was around for pumpkin carving. I usually use this as an activity to pass the time when he's gone. It's amazing how his presence can make any activity go more smoothly. Anyway, the kids did great cleaning out their pumpkins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt; really got into the whole process and we've got some cute decorations for the front step! Happy Halloween week!&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/3839462581523543275-6248095029329245334?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6248095029329245334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6248095029329245334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6248095029329245334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6248095029329245334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-little-pumpkins.html' title='4 little pumpkins'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQVEgZtp4LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZZV5sTHvXyU/s72-c/IMG_2237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6695968406978859155</id><published>2008-10-22T23:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:33:12.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Walk a mile in their shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAKa0A-snI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TWaDbEnUd6I/s1600-h/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260215820524368498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAKa0A-snI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TWaDbEnUd6I/s200/IMG_2191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, they don't make the fashion week runways. I know, some people think they are UGLY. But I also know, they look cute on kids and some adults can pull them off too. They are also perfect for our summers. They go from the garden to the pool to the neighbors lake all with just a toss in the washer! They keep my kids' feet clean and safe. Toddlers can put them on themselves and they get to express their individuality by picking their colors and/or decorations. So....here are my girls' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Aside from size, you can easily pick out whose is whose if you know my girls. They tell the story. They write the book. I was sentimental hanging them on the shoe rack thinking of where those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took us this summer. How they probably will be too small in the spring. How I let dd3 pick orange thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could wear them when he's 3 or 4, but the dog chewed them, and I'm still glad she picked orange. It's not her favorite color, but there's not many people with orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and there's not too many 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like dd3 either. :) She did have a butterfly and ladybug decoration, but they fell off. DD2, pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;janes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with flip flops. If only she had ballet slippers and a big heart, just like hers, stuck on there too. DD1, black with a football helmet. That's her story, throw in a softball, a book, her desire to learn and help and there you go. My girls (and their shoes). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6695968406978859155?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6695968406978859155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6695968406978859155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6695968406978859155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6695968406978859155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/walk-mile-in-their-shoes.html' title='Walk a mile in their shoes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAKa0A-snI/AAAAAAAAAFI/TWaDbEnUd6I/s72-c/IMG_2191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5154381677243446531</id><published>2008-10-22T23:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:35:28.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's THAT time of year again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAJcs7-fWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kQoFgFzl74g/s1600-h/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260214753472445794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAJcs7-fWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kQoFgFzl74g/s200/IMG_2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The furnace had been set on 66 and was running. This gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman's&lt;/span&gt; goat as his yearly goal is to NOT have to fill the propane tank. He works hard getting the woodpile ready to keep his family warm and toasty all winter long and running the furnace is not part of that plan. So today started the 5-6 month process of fill the cart, bring the cart to the garage, feed the fire, feed the fire, feed the fire, fill the cart.... It does add work, it does add dust and a bark trail from the garage to the wood burner and I'm sure somewhere it does add to global warming. But, it also adds to MY warming, and it hardly costs us any money. I love being able to control how warm my house is and not thinking about having to pay for it next month. It's just one more way that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; takes care of us and provides for us. Thanks to my hunter/gatherer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt;! (the picture is proof, that I do keep the home fires burning....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5154381677243446531?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5154381677243446531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5154381677243446531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5154381677243446531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5154381677243446531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s THAT time of year again...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQAJcs7-fWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kQoFgFzl74g/s72-c/IMG_2193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2219090945945600290</id><published>2008-10-22T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:40:15.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mom &amp; co.: Flammable when dumb . . .</title><content type='html'>CAUTION- the below post is rated R for strong language, but is extremely funny. Reminded me of something I would do and made me laugh out loud! So skip it, or click on it, read it and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://momnco.blogspot.com/2008/10/flammable-when-dumb.html"&gt;mom &amp;amp; co.: Flammable when dumb . . .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2219090945945600290?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://momnco.blogspot.com/2008/10/flammable-when-dumb.html' title='mom &amp; co.: Flammable when dumb . . .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2219090945945600290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2219090945945600290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2219090945945600290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2219090945945600290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-co-flammable-when-dumb.html' title='mom &amp; co.: Flammable when dumb . . .'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6003105185932796877</id><published>2008-10-22T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:38:57.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Reaching the limit....</title><content type='html'>I think the tire swing was close to reaching it's load limit, but not the kids.  They could have hung around for much more bouncing, running, digging, climbing and haunting, but it was time for lunch!  We took our family and 3 of dd1's friends to the pumpkin farm for some birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;agritainment&lt;/span&gt;.  (for those unfamiliar with that term, basically, fun on the farm or how some farmers supplement their income....)  It's 10 days until her official birthday, but with no school and no work for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt;, it worked for us.  We had beautiful weather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; kids and dd1 said it was just what she wanted, so the day goes down as a success.  Happy &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;birthday!(dd3 was not crying in the photo, just saying something like "pumpkin farm" that gave her that look of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SP655SI5LRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b-gDYr0Ooro/s1600-h/IMG_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259845808588139794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SP655SI5LRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b-gDYr0Ooro/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6003105185932796877?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6003105185932796877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6003105185932796877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6003105185932796877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6003105185932796877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/reaching-limit.html' title='Reaching the limit....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SP655SI5LRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/b-gDYr0Ooro/s72-c/IMG_2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8002270258990501387</id><published>2008-10-19T00:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:15:54.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving money'/><title type='text'>Wii are ready to play!</title><content type='html'>Since last Christmas the girls have been asking for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. They've seen it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, played it at their cousins house and heard about ALL THEIR FRIENDS having them at school. We found this to be the perfect chance for a lesson in "save for what you want". They jumped right in for the challenge. Birthday gift cards, tooth fairy money, garage sale proceeds, unexpected dollars from Grandpa....it all went in the pot. They did a great job and saved over $200. We kicked in the remainder and an extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiimote&lt;/span&gt;. I offered supper to my 15 year old nephew if he would come set it up. What a lifesaver as I didn't have to try to figure it out and ruin the fun with my impatience and limited electronic knowledge! Thanks Curtis! The timing is perfect with the cooler weather on its way and my wish for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit for Christmas. ;) Everyone had a turn tonight and from the initial reviews- we all had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8002270258990501387?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8002270258990501387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8002270258990501387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8002270258990501387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8002270258990501387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/wii-are-ready-to-play.html' title='Wii are ready to play!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8904131820977663537</id><published>2008-10-18T23:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:00:57.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>It's the little victories....</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those hang out Mommy days with the exception of a quick trip to town.  We had two things to get done.  1.  Head check-  DD1 and DD3 both have head lice in their classrooms.  Bummer.  I have gotten over the stigma of it all (as I've seen it cross all social and economic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;boundaries&lt;/span&gt;), but I know not everyone has.  But girls, girls with long hair and sensitive scalps live in this household.  Nightmare.  I've been itchy ever since I've read the notices.  We need to pull out the tea tree oil and start the daily checks.  My Mom did it today as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; was working.  2.  Target trip.  DD2 is attending a birthday party tomorrow and DD1 is having a birthday party on Monday, we needed supplies.  We were home for a late lunch and naps then we broke out the puffy paint and made trick or treat bags.  The girls did a great job being creative.  After all that fun was over  we were ready to head outside.  Dd3 has just learned to ride her bike on the rocks so she wanted to make it to the end of the driveway (lane would be a much better way to describe our approx. 1/10 mile entry from the road).   I was up for the challenge so I said sure.  Her sisters were in especially helpful moods too.  So off we went.   Here comes the little victory part-  DD1 OFFERED to push DD3 and help her make it to the top of the hill and the whole time dd2 stood at the top saying "I know you can, I know you can, I KNOW YOU CAN!".  DD2 had a smile so bright at the end of it all we should have had sunscreen on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;.  My kids rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8904131820977663537?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8904131820977663537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8904131820977663537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8904131820977663537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8904131820977663537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-little-victories.html' title='It&apos;s the little victories....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2780680590576317439</id><published>2008-10-16T22:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:58:18.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>Hangin' with the girls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPlr43U10vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0S-CceJh-_s/s1600-h/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258352664599974642" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="234" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPlr43U10vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0S-CceJh-_s/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPlr4QrVsLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EuvRkkCJKP4/s1600-h/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258352654225354930" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="220" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPlr4QrVsLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EuvRkkCJKP4/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DD3 had her friend and neighbor over today for a "play date". She was so excited. Most of the time we just say, "Coming to our house." but today she kept asking, "Is this a play date?" Sure. DD3 is in love with building tents, forts, and tying things up (she'll make a leash for her puppies out of anything...). So we made a tent ( I didn't want her to tie Ellie up!). The girls had fun in it...ate goldfish and marshmallows, played with trolls, decorated it with clothespins, and went in and out, in and out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ds woke up, much to Ellie's delight as she had been waiting her whole visit to "see him!" This was much to DD3's dismay as that meant she had to pick up trolls and he wanted to tear down the tent, that was until he got IN the tent. He thought that was so cool, especially when the girls would play with him. For anyone that may feel the least bit sorry for this little boy in the house with 3 sisters, don't. He hasn't had his toenails painted or waited in line for a bathroom, yet. But he has had his hair done and been the lucky recipient of much of their (and their friends') love and attention. Now I need to go hide the fingernail polish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2780680590576317439?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2780680590576317439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2780680590576317439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2780680590576317439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2780680590576317439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hangin-with-girls.html' title='Hangin&apos; with the girls...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPlr43U10vI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0S-CceJh-_s/s72-c/IMG_2154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8808300506121474176</id><published>2008-10-14T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:23:58.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter, My Friend?????</title><content type='html'>Question mark?  Why a question mark.  Until today, please don't take this wrong, I had never thought about my daughters being my friends.  I have thought about being &lt;em&gt;THEIR&lt;/em&gt; friend, but that goes a bit against my parenting philosophy, I strive to be their &lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; (for now).  But, I can't wait for them to be my friend and to be theirs. I have the potential of getting 3 bright, beautiful, funny, creative and fun friends in a not too far off future and I can't wait.  As long as I don't screw this Mom thing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8808300506121474176?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8808300506121474176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8808300506121474176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8808300506121474176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8808300506121474176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-daughter-my-friend.html' title='My daughter, My Friend?????'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-34294955565350631</id><published>2008-10-13T23:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T01:22:08.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucker, Tom, Ted,  Taylor, Crawler.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPQ6Rg61tDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fcS_c7-Uq3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256890737617122354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPQ6Rg61tDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fcS_c7-Uq3Y/s200/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he doesn't officially have a name, and he's not going to stay, but those are some of the ideas got thrown around tonight. For reference we'll just call him Mr. Turtle. The big girls were riding their bikes and going to get the mail tonight when dd2 came in to tell me "There's a turtle on the road!" I was thinking the size of my hand (ended up the size of my THUMB) so I grabbed a bucket, gloves and Brady and out we went. He was not moving except for his tail, a little. He was covered in dried mud and just didn't look well. We brought him back to the house and put a little water, some rocks, grapes and dead flies in the bucket. (Franklin likes flies, we thought he would too) Pretty soon he was sticking his head way out and hiding whenever he would get attention. When I told Paperman about him he asked if it was a snapper, I said I don't know, he said does he have a pointed nose, yep. "He's a snapper and he'll bite your finger off!" As I'm looking at Thumbkin I was thinking "How?" Then I explained how small he was and I think Paperman felt there was less imminent danger at that point. I'm thinking it's illegal or something to take a turtle from the wild. Please don't turn us in, believe me, we don't need another critter in this house any time soon. He'll be going back to the wild as soon as he's well! (We had a toad earlier in the day, but he has since been returned to his original habitat of the front porch.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-34294955565350631?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/34294955565350631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=34294955565350631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/34294955565350631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/34294955565350631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/tucker-tom-ted-taylor-crawler.html' title='Tucker, Tom, Ted,  Taylor, Crawler.....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPQ6Rg61tDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fcS_c7-Uq3Y/s72-c/IMG_2147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2182090923321670295</id><published>2008-10-12T22:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:31:11.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><title type='text'>Our newest addition...</title><content type='html'>How's that title to get all you naysayers going? (HA! I knew they weren't done. It's officially fall now, when will we hear? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; needs a brother, he really does. They still have one empty seat in that van of theirs, wonder when they'll fill that up?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Joe. As in Scarecrow Joe. Every scarecrow we've ever had has been named the same. Tradition or lack of originality, I guess. In years past we've went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; and picked out just the right one, to sit in the rain and fade and look too shabby to put up next year. Attempting to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frugal&lt;/span&gt;, creative and find something for us to do this weekend, I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; searching for instructions. I found a fun website &lt;a href="http://www.monkeysee.com/"&gt;http://www.monkeysee.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It's a fun how-to website, with videos for those of us that learn by seeing not just reading. Then I went to the phone and called my parents. Not that they have a lot of old shabby clothes lying around waiting for some use, but hey, my Dad's a farmer, even though he lives on 1/10 of an acre. Once a farmer, always a farmer. He grows tomatoes now instead of cows and corn! And he has overalls. The girls did a great job stuffing Joe with leaves and drawing his face. We ran into trouble as everyone wanted to do his eyes, so we "drew sharpies". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; and I decided the eyes would be black, nose blue, and mouth green. Then the girls picked a lid, whoever got that color, drew that facial feature. Tears avoided. Joe is now placed on a bale of straw, with pumpkins and mums at his feet at the end of our driveway. He's also covered in cayenne pepper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; would love to chew him up, but the cayenne worked to keep her our of our flowers this summer and we're hoping it will prolong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt; life. Something I realized, this scarecrow, though wearing my Dad's clothing (except for the hat and kerchief), looks NOTHING like my dad. Maybe the clothes don't really make the man after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPLH8LleqEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2HfXOGp2Rl0/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256483551810857026" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="231" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPLH8LleqEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2HfXOGp2Rl0/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" width="320" 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/3839462581523543275-2182090923321670295?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2182090923321670295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2182090923321670295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2182090923321670295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2182090923321670295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-newest-addition.html' title='Our newest addition...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPLH8LleqEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2HfXOGp2Rl0/s72-c/IMG_2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-6452032100121290017</id><published>2008-10-10T22:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:17:32.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><title type='text'>Odd but true...</title><content type='html'>Did you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; and I both went to 1A schools (about 80 miles apart) that have football uniforms that are white with red lettering? (I know that because they were both featured on Friday night lights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both attended college for 1 year at a state school then transferred someplace else for "roughly" another year. (We're poster children for attending a community college, get your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aa&lt;/span&gt; then figure out what you want to be when you grow up!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; and 38 Special in concert, though he was a freshman in college and I was in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wrestled&lt;/span&gt;, and BEAT the older boy who used to pick on me on the bus! Now, he works with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you like those apples??? Just 4 more little known facts that prove we were destined to be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-6452032100121290017?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6452032100121290017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=6452032100121290017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6452032100121290017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/6452032100121290017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/odd-but-true.html' title='Odd but true...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-743649416274638061</id><published>2008-10-10T22:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:37:31.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>4 kids and a pumpkin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPAZoeB1cJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1LeTdroaySk/s1600-h/IMG_2122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255728948187590802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPAZoeB1cJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1LeTdroaySk/s320/IMG_2122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I mention I LOVE fall? Leaves, our anniversary, dd1 birthday, pumpkin blizzards, Halloween parties, chili, hayrides, bonfires, sweatshirt weather, football....what's not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPAZPuWHZaI/AAAAAAAAADw/JfUm8myzT1k/s1600-h/IMG_2112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to capture this evening as it was one I didn't want to forget anytime soon. Temperatures in the low 70's, beautiful piles of leaves, kids playing nicely.... (dd1 was playing basketball with her new ball from her teacher, in the background. DD2 and DD3 were hunting for a new pet bug, digging in a mole run. DS was training to be a NASCAR driver climbing through the window of the little tykes cozy coupe.) I know the kids kind of steal the photo, but check out that pumpkin! We got a picnic table full and then some from Paperman's cousins. Thank you, thank you, thank you! The one in the photo was dd1's pick, no dirty flat spot, sits great, nice stem...what more could you ask for! Maybe Ben and Jen should go into the pumpkin business. I'm also thinking this one could be a great roller. A week or so after Halloween we drag the pumpkins to the edge of the timber at the top of the hill and take turns letting them roll. It's a big contest to see who's goes the farthest, with lots of "do overs" and treats for the deer or our other timber friends. &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/3839462581523543275-743649416274638061?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/743649416274638061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=743649416274638061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/743649416274638061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/743649416274638061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-kids-and-pumpkin.html' title='4 kids and a pumpkin....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SPAZoeB1cJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1LeTdroaySk/s72-c/IMG_2122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-9162127747843871751</id><published>2008-10-09T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:53:43.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bargains....</title><content type='html'>I love garage sales. I could be one of those people who plan to spend every Friday morning hitting the pavement.   I think I have pretty good judgement and try not to buy junk or things we don't need.  Yes, the kids do get the occasional 25 cent "have to have it" stuffed animal, but I said try....  My sister was our original garage sale shopper in the family, then she inspired my Mom and I.  Paperman swears the car pulls whenever we drive by a sign or a front lawn full of treasures.  Mom is now the scout, she goes out early to check out the sales and lets us know what's worth our time, saving a lot of in and outs of the car with 2-4 kids in tow.  Today she alerted me that Lisa was having her sale.  You might be a die hard garage saler if you know the owners by their first name!  :)  It so happens that Lisa is in the same size range of my Mom and I and we made out like bandits.  Seems that I'm usually picking up things for the kids at sales, but today it was (almost) all about me.&lt;br /&gt;2 piece Ralph Lauren Jammies&lt;br /&gt;2 piece Nordstrom sweat suit&lt;br /&gt;tommy t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Dress barn sweater&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve brown t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;1 pair athletic pants&lt;br /&gt;2 tshirts, a turtleneck (new with Von Maur tags) and a book for DD1&lt;br /&gt;Grand total-  $16.50 &lt;br /&gt;A bit refreshing to have new clothes and not feel guilty on a day the market "plummets" for the (is it 8th??) day in a row...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-9162127747843871751?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9162127747843871751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=9162127747843871751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/9162127747843871751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/9162127747843871751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bargains.html' title='Bargains....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4352041649390935446</id><published>2008-10-08T23:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:33:41.873-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>Living green...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure where it came from, I'll blame my kids for this again (sorry sweeties, but this is a good one!), I am trying to do my part to keep this world a healthy one for them. Changes I have made in the last year....recycling glass (I never had a separate container, so I pitched it), cloth diapers, ditching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swiffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for microfiber cloths, using vinegar and baking soda to replace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;windex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, stove top cleaner, etc..., Charlies Soap for laundry (check out their website, if you're interested, I get mine locally, free delivery). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reusable&lt;/span&gt; shopping bags, as long as I remember to take them IN the store. I got a clothesline and use it when all the planets align.  I think that's about it. Seems like a lot from 10 years ago when I couldn't bring myself to wash out a can, I thought I was too busy!!&lt;br /&gt;There are things I have tried, but reverted back....making my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dish washing&lt;/span&gt; soap (baking soda and borax), I got a film, I think it's our water. No bleach. I tried, I really really did...but there are those time when things get stinky or really really dirty and they just need it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oxyclean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but good old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pollutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chlorine&lt;/span&gt;, there's no match. Paper napkins, I've looked for cloth, but I'm not willing to shell out the money right now. Maybe we'll use cloth diapers for our dinner napkins when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is potty trained. (just kidding, you can still come for supper!) I'm hoping to run across a stash at a garage sale someday. Paper towels, I'm working on this one too. Some things just need thrown away and some days the washcloth/dish towel drawer is just plain empty! Water bottles. We have cut down on the plastic ones we buy and use, but recycle the ones we do. The other issue is the #7 plastic, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc.... Once again, simple economics come to play. I'm thinking stainless steel water bottles for Christmas. With anything, it's a work in progress. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Babysteps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4352041649390935446?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4352041649390935446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4352041649390935446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4352041649390935446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4352041649390935446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-green.html' title='Living green...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-230243846666190314</id><published>2008-10-08T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:58:52.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>Never forget?</title><content type='html'>I've always said to myself, as I'm sniffing the top of my baby's head, I'll never forget this. I'll never forget the way (even 14 months later) his head fits right under my chin, like he's been there forever. I'll never forget the way his infectious giggle can turn heads in a crowded store as his sister plays peek a boo to keep him from climbing out of the shopping cart. I'll never forget how angelic he looks when he finally gives into sleep, only to recharge his tired body for the next day of adventure. I'll never forget what a true miracle it is to see his perfect little body, running naked across the living room, doing anything to keep from getting dressed. I'll never forget the way music moves him, stops him in his tracks and makes him boogie. I'll never forget how he gets a cup from the drawer and stands at the water dispenser on the fridge waiting for his turn. I'll never forget how I can say and sign "eat" Are you hungry? and he runs to his high chair to fill his hollow leg. I'll never forget how many times I hear "you got your boy", "he looks just like his daddy" and "look at those eyes". I'll never forget the things we thought were childproofed, but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; proofed, the air vents (pulls them out), the ottomans (stands on them) the end table (pulls it over), the bathtub (pulls himself in), the toilet (he's obsessed). I'll never forget how 8 years ago, pregnant with DD2, I was worried...how to love another baby as much as DD1, but I didn't worry for DD3, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; as I did learn, with more, love does not divide, it multiplies. Oh, I pray, I never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-230243846666190314?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/230243846666190314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=230243846666190314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/230243846666190314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/230243846666190314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/never-forget.html' title='Never forget?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-7032731368301770909</id><published>2008-10-07T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:09:43.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, hello, hello...</title><content type='html'>Is there anybody out there?  If you do happen to stumble upon this blog on occasion, stop and leave me a comment (click on the #comments at the bottom of the post, it should guide you from there).  Kind, sweet and full of compliments only please.  If only I knew how and was organized enough, I could offer you some type of prize for leaving a comment, but you can just enjoy the fact you made my day!  Have a happy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-7032731368301770909?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7032731368301770909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=7032731368301770909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7032731368301770909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/7032731368301770909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-hello-hello.html' title='Hello, hello, hello...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5252767539502428130</id><published>2008-10-07T00:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:24:33.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>Fun with phonics</title><content type='html'>The scene:  reading through dd2's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; folder" from school with help from dd3.  I was showing her the work her sister had done at school the previous week.  A sheet, obviously used to help dd2 continue to read the words she'd been reading for 2 years came up.  It featured a picture of a writing utensil, below it dd2 wrote p-e-n.  A picture of 3 males, dd2 wrote m-e-n.  So on and so on.  As dd3 is seeming to be in the "wanting to learn to read and spell stages" I was having her "help" me read the words by looking at the picture and sounding out the first letter of the word.  Pen.  Men.  Next, a picture of the poultry that might say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kentucky&lt;/span&gt; fried" above it....  word starts with an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H -  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dd3 answer-  of course, it's a H-i-c-k-e-n!  I did one of those "look the other way and shake until tears roll down your cheeks" and said-  "well, yes, good,  but another word might be a hen."  If you don't see the utmost humor with the above post, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; just grinned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;politely&lt;/span&gt; as I was retelling the story, nearly falling off my chair.  So then I called my sister, at least SHE laughed, nearly as hard as I did.  Maybe you did have to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5252767539502428130?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5252767539502428130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5252767539502428130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5252767539502428130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5252767539502428130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-with-phonics.html' title='Fun with phonics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-918358531031239086</id><published>2008-10-03T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:36:02.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Yellow tape</title><content type='html'>If you see our property surrounded by yellow (do not cross) tape, do not worry.  It's just the health department doing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quarantine&lt;/span&gt; on our household for germs that just won't leave us alone! Go as far away as you can and come back in a week.  We thought we were safe.  Thought the worst was over.  Thought we could have a weekend together as a family (it's only been a month!).  Nope.  Not happening.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt; came home today in the middle of the day.  I was excited for about 4 seconds (thinking they didn't need him at work and our weekend started early), he's sick.  DD1 has very high confidence that her good health will continue.  I'll go with her on that.  We have her sleeping in the garage and bathing in rubbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;.  Just kidding.  Get better soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paperman&lt;/span&gt;, we love you and miss you when you can't go places with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-918358531031239086?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/918358531031239086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=918358531031239086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/918358531031239086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/918358531031239086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/yellow-tape.html' title='Yellow tape'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-5992305873015473828</id><published>2008-10-03T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:26:15.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what I can do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObTVCMSFoI/AAAAAAAAADo/QeLPuO0SbSI/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253118373693363842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObTVCMSFoI/AAAAAAAAADo/QeLPuO0SbSI/s200/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DS's newest trick- balancing a spoon on his head. Now this boy could really go places. When we finished up supper Wednesday night he was sitting in his high chair making the biggest mess possible while I was loading dishes in the dishwasher. He started saying "ahhhhh???" After he got my attention I said "Where's the spoon?" He would smile very big and grab it....and start the whole thing over. He must have his Daddy's talent, as Paperman can balance a spoon on his nose, and has taught that trick to each of his daughters. Ask to see it sometime. Along with the spoon balancing, DS's climbing skills have improved this week, to my dismay. His current escapades include the dining room chairs and the ottomans, he climbs up, then stands up, then I run! We are almost 9 years into this parenting thing and no stitches, how's that to jinx us.  My prediction the other day was that ds would have them before he's 5-  a bet I would clearly love to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-5992305873015473828?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5992305873015473828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=5992305873015473828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5992305873015473828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/5992305873015473828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-what-i-can-do.html' title='Look what I can do!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObTVCMSFoI/AAAAAAAAADo/QeLPuO0SbSI/s72-c/IMG_2115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-3323143740141630951</id><published>2008-10-03T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:12:20.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>Hey Mickey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObQqEoUXNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mkve_kXxVlI/s1600-h/IMG_2104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253115436590193874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObQqEoUXNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mkve_kXxVlI/s200/IMG_2104.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind Hey Mickey!!!! I'm not sure what you'll be more surprised at, that DD2 had this song to do her Poms routine to or I knew the singer, without looking it up on the internet. Toni Basil. The year was 1982, I was in 4th grade! In my research ( didn't know what year it was) I did see that it is one of the biggest cheerleading songs out there. The other age groups of girls danced to My Boyfriend's back and Let's hear it for the boy....oh the golden oldies. I guess it also makes ME an oldie. DD2 is a cheerleader at heart and can hardly stand still watching cheerleaders or just thinking about it. It's great fun for me watch her do things I stumbled around at in my youthful days. She ruled that 50 yard line tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-3323143740141630951?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3323143740141630951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=3323143740141630951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3323143740141630951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/3323143740141630951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-mickey.html' title='Hey Mickey...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SObQqEoUXNI/AAAAAAAAADg/Mkve_kXxVlI/s72-c/IMG_2104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-346435952594562853</id><published>2008-09-29T22:44:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:52:48.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Money....</title><content type='html'>How's that for a creative title? One word that conjures up a lot of feelings from excitement to frustration depending on what context it's used in. An unexpected bill...frustration? A sudden windfall...excitement? There is so much public talk about money right now, and I am no expert but here is a link to some one who is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/etc/newsletters/company/092608.cfm?ectid=cnl0809_05"&gt;http://www.daveramsey.com/etc/newsletters/company/092608.cfm?ectid=cnl0809_05&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Ramsey. In the link above he helped me, for the time being, put this "financial crisis" in a realistic mode. I do realize all in all, any of those who bring home paychecks, including Paperman, could lose their jobs. But don't panic. Dave Ramsey has also done a lot for a lot of people. Read around his site if you're interested. To be honest, I have not read any of his books, I have never listened to an entire radio show or podcast, but I consider myself a convert, by marriage. :) (Not that Paperman needed a radio talk show host/author to teach him to be frugal....) What has Dave done for us? He has given us the inspiration to be &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; debt free (ie: no mortgage) (1) in a (short)time frame that still lets us live our lives (2). I'll explain the numbering system. Dave and Paperman came up with the first half of that sentence, I came up with the second half. It's all about compromise right? Not everything we do is "by the Dave Ramsey book" but our general debt philosophy is. So for now, Paperman still works his Heine off and I try to clothe and feed our family in a fiscally responsible way (Aldis, garage sales, Von Maur sales racks...), the 96 Concord keeps on ticking and I'll keep dreaming of the home addition. My favorite quote from Dave is "live like no one else, so later, you can live like no one else." I guess if everyone had bought into this saying ( bankers AND borrowers), there would be no financial crisis...  (check out Iowa Geek and Green 3 to see some other very insightful money articles.  You can find their blogs in my profile under blogs I follow.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-346435952594562853?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/346435952594562853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=346435952594562853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/346435952594562853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/346435952594562853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/money.html' title='Money....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2002077173599102618</id><published>2008-09-29T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:41:38.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ds'/><title type='text'>Bowl training....</title><content type='html'>We've all heard of crate training a dog, potty training a child, ever heard of bowl training?  We try to bowl train our children right about the time they have their first bout of stomach flu.  For the girls it has been around age 4 (see Sprite with straws post).  This was dd3's first time.  Bowl training (not something that had a name before now!) means basically, once that ugly vomit monster rears his head the bowl is your friend until you feel all better.  I must say it has saved many carpet cleaning bills and loads of laundry.  I have never had a one year old ask for a bowl or need one for that fact, until today.  DS, as usual, wanting to keep up with his sisters, has joined the "need a bowl club".  Of course, for all who know me, I NEVER have any unusually high expectations for my children, he didn't get a bowl.  I just covered the area rug with a sheet and his carseat with a towel and let him play.  Poor baby, hasn't eaten since lunch, wants to chug water (against the dr advice, sips only), but he's sleeping now.  Sweet peaceful dreams baby boy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2002077173599102618?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2002077173599102618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2002077173599102618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2002077173599102618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2002077173599102618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bowl-training.html' title='Bowl training....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8425259279055089408</id><published>2008-09-28T14:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:35:49.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd1'/><title type='text'>Girls rock!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our school run pass and kick competition.  They hold this every year around homecoming as a fundraiser.  DD1 has entered every year but thought it wouldn't happen this year due to softball practice.  Practice was cancelled, we got her registered, and she took 2nd place for third graders.  We're so proud of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8425259279055089408?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8425259279055089408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8425259279055089408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8425259279055089408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8425259279055089408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/girls-rock.html' title='Girls rock!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-8101439774278869624</id><published>2008-09-28T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:17:50.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dd2'/><title type='text'>Sprite with straws</title><content type='html'>Yep, the sickies have hit our house. My last entry was Wednesday- that's the day my mom went to the hospital (stomach virus). I really wasn't too worried as the last time we had spent with her was last Saturday at a softball tournament. We were outside, it was a long time ago, what to worry about?? Thursday morning- dd2 started, Friday morning my dad, Friday night ME, Saturday morning dd3. Who is next? We are hoping and praying NO ONE!!! So, the drink of choice around here has been sprite with straws, hoping to calm the tummies, keep some fluids down and the bright spot in a day of not so bright activities. The tv has not blown up from overuse (yet) and Paperman has been hero of the week around here. The laundry has more than doubled, it was time to "do diapers" (I said to go to disposables until further notice!), he's trying to get grass to grow and the healthy girls have had a busy weekend with activities. His woodcutting treestand checking plans for the weekend pretty much went down the drain with everything else. Thank you Paperman, you'll always be my hero, even when you're not doing laundry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-8101439774278869624?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8101439774278869624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=8101439774278869624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8101439774278869624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/8101439774278869624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sprite-with-straws.html' title='Sprite with straws'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-799027744262029696</id><published>2008-09-24T22:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:22:24.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>One heartbeat at a time</title><content type='html'>One heartbeat at a time is a song by Steven Curtis Chapman. He is a christian artist who was in the news last year as he lost one of his daughters in an accident. One of his older sons ran over his little girl in a tragic turn of events. This family is amazing. Their story is full of faith, forgiveness and hope. Here are some of the lyrics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;One Heartbeat at a time-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You're up all night with a screaming babyYou run all day at the speed of lifeAnd every day you feel a little bit lessLike the beautiful woman you areSo you fall into bed when you run out of hoursAnd you wonder if anything worth doing got doneOh, maybe you just don't knowOr maybe you've forgottenYou, you are changing the worldOne little heartbeat at a timeMaking history with every touch and every smileOh, you, you may not see it nowBut I believe that time will tellHow you, you are changing the worldOne little heartbeat at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom. Thanks Jean. Everything you've done, one heartbeat at a time, it mattered. I hope to follow in the big footsteps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-799027744262029696?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://music.yahoo.com/Steven-Curtis-Chapman/One-Heartbeat-At-A-Time/lyrics/50329485' title='One heartbeat at a time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/799027744262029696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=799027744262029696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/799027744262029696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/799027744262029696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-heartbeat-at-time.html' title='One heartbeat at a time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2508274101100514555</id><published>2008-09-24T00:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:18:28.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><title type='text'>Happy Fall Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlK9TJ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EeeHeohB2yw/s1600-h/IMG_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249451779645712290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlK9TJ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EeeHeohB2yw/s200/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlYc7BSI/AAAAAAAAADA/o-y3Dlkx2r8/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249451783268009250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlYc7BSI/AAAAAAAAADA/o-y3Dlkx2r8/s200/IMG_2074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlmtiTkI/AAAAAAAAADI/unHKziu_cjI/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249451787095789122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlmtiTkI/AAAAAAAAADI/unHKziu_cjI/s200/IMG_2071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMl586vjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxk5A1Cdp1E/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249451792260578866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMl586vjI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xxk5A1Cdp1E/s200/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMmBFervI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ic-FG9Ipywc/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249451794175536882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMmBFervI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ic-FG9Ipywc/s200/IMG_2064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if it was in the air, if the kids were remembering that it was "officially" fall all day today, or just the fact that they LOVE to make leaf piles. The rakes, buckets and even brooms came out in full force as 6 kids (ages 8-1) worked together for (a record) hour to make this pile. It was so much fun to watch them with one common goal in mind-the big jump! Maddy was the first to take the plunge! (no toads were harmed during this photo shoot- they were reluctantly released back into the wild without kisses- if you double click on the picture of dd3 you can see what I mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2508274101100514555?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2508274101100514555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2508274101100514555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2508274101100514555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2508274101100514555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fall-yall.html' title='Happy Fall Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnMlK9TJ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/EeeHeohB2yw/s72-c/IMG_2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-2889804093152194432</id><published>2008-09-23T23:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:59:50.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stroller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apples'/><title type='text'>oh the Lord is Good to Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnIz_myCEI/AAAAAAAAACg/hCPsf8FFcJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249447636250003522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnIz_myCEI/AAAAAAAAACg/hCPsf8FFcJ4/s200/IMG_2058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnI0MXqnoI/AAAAAAAAACo/WKgUJILAzoI/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249447639676264066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnI0MXqnoI/AAAAAAAAACo/WKgUJILAzoI/s200/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnI0RDSN6I/AAAAAAAAACw/NyQCs6Xrgl8/s1600-h/IMG_2055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249447640932956066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnI0RDSN6I/AAAAAAAAACw/NyQCs6Xrgl8/s200/IMG_2055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I thank the Lord, for giving me, the things I need, the sun and the rain and the appleseed.... (From the Johnny Appleseed song, DD3's favorite prayer) We have plenty to thank HIM for, and plenty of appleseeds now that we've went apple picking for the 2nd time in a week. I'm not quite sure why I went again when the first picking was still untouched, except for being brought in the house, then back to the garage when I decided I was just too tired to even think about applesauce much less make it! The oldest girls got out of school early and got to go with us this time (along with their friends) and DD3 was an old pro at the apple picker. DS enjoyed his apple enough to keep him in the stroller. The group photo kind of sums it all up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many apples, so little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-2889804093152194432?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2889804093152194432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=2889804093152194432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2889804093152194432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/2889804093152194432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-lord-is-good-to-me.html' title='oh the Lord is Good to Me....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNnIz_myCEI/AAAAAAAAACg/hCPsf8FFcJ4/s72-c/IMG_2058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3839462581523543275.post-4712717391745428439</id><published>2008-09-21T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:51:58.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNb51Z5aTXI/AAAAAAAAACY/oM7WyTOpFaU/s1600-h/IMG_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248657111626960242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNb51Z5aTXI/AAAAAAAAACY/oM7WyTOpFaU/s200/IMG_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full tank of gas to drive to tournament site ( 2 round trips) - $65&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snacks/drinks/concession stand for 5 people - $40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily tournament admission- $8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Bottle of Sunscreen- $7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sliding pad, sliding shorts, glove, hat- $120&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching your daughter do something she loves and make new friends- PRICELESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Great job this weekend DD1!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3839462581523543275-4712717391745428439?l=ysandeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4712717391745428439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3839462581523543275&amp;postID=4712717391745428439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4712717391745428439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3839462581523543275/posts/default/4712717391745428439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ysandeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/priceless.html' title='Priceless....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16202804840569127076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SQaPPu7aWxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eHQl5Wu7hjo/S220/HeatherandBrady.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mplAwsyArAY/SNb51Z5aTXI/AAAAAAAAACY/oM7WyTOpFaU/s72-c/IMG_2038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
