<?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-3465765561625836082</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:22:58.655-05:00</updated><category term='Tourette Syndrome'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='rules'/><category term='reading'/><category term='children'/><category term='advice'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='housework'/><category term='mellow yellow monday'/><category term='The Lord of the Rings'/><category term='beach'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='medication'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo'/><category term='cats'/><category term='faith'/><category term='goal'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='life'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='creative'/><category term='Sweetpea'/><category term='Remember Whensday'/><category term='genetic testing'/><category term='memories'/><category term='The Hobbit'/><category term='ADHD'/><category term='profile problems'/><category term='stay at home'/><category term='school memories'/><category term='scenic sunday'/><category term='family'/><category term='nurses'/><category term='husband'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='pets'/><category term='child art'/><category term='rollercoaster'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='sister'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='big brother'/><title type='text'>Sweetpea's Rollercoaster</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a rollercoaster. Hang on and enjoy the ride...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-193956708518587365</id><published>2012-02-11T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T21:44:12.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Wracking My Brain</title><content type='html'>So I have been wracking my brain trying desperately to figure out how I had a successful pregnancy with Spencer and then three miscarriages. I had not forgotten that it had taken almost 2 years after stopping birth control to get pregnant with him. I had talked with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; about my concerns that it was taking so long. But I now remember her putting me on an estrogen patch for a few months and then bingo- pregnant with Spencer, carried to term with no problems. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is this my answer now? A simple estrogen patch followed by a progesterone supplement once I do get pregnant? I looked up information about estrogen patches and found that using them can help the boy produce better quality eggs. I have a post-op scheduled on Feb. 21st and you can bet I will be talking with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; about this when I am there. I should also get the results of the genetic testing at that visit. I would be lying if I said I am not nervous about the results. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.... Now all I have to do is persuade Thomas that we should try again. &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/3465765561625836082-193956708518587365?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/193956708518587365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/wracking-my-brain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/193956708518587365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/193956708518587365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/wracking-my-brain.html' title='Wracking My Brain'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5804538548318477690</id><published>2012-02-08T14:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T14:46:19.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>No Loss is Insignificant</title><content type='html'>People never cease to amaze me. It's always the ones you least expect too. I got a comment on my Facebook from my husband's aunt in response to my post about the loss of my baby. She wrote "I was 5 months when I lost mine. Be thankful that if something had to go wrong that it was this early. I know it still hurts but at least you didn't carry it that long."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that she meant well, but is that really supposed to be helpful to me right now? The also well meaning "It's God's way or nature's way of taking care of problems" is also not helpful. It doesn't lessen my pain or make my loss go away. I am an intelligent person. I have a degree in Biology. I understand genetics and chromosomal abnormalities. That doesn't mean I didn't lose my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also don't think the amount of time carried makes it any easier to lose a baby. The fact that at 8 weeks 1 day the ultrasound showed a perfectly healthy growing fetus with a heartbeat actually makes it a little bit harder. I was lulled into thinking that everything was okay. This has been the most difficult of the three miscarriages that I have had. Not because I carried longer, but because I actually got to see this one. I got to see the heartbeat. I started dreaming of what this baby would be like and holding it and having hope. Telling me your loss was worse just isn't true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I need right now is support and some prayers that I will have the strength to get through this loss.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5804538548318477690?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5804538548318477690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-loss-is-insignificant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5804538548318477690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5804538548318477690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-loss-is-insignificant.html' title='No Loss is Insignificant'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5173311768620681039</id><published>2012-02-07T19:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:18:18.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genetic testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Surgery Day</title><content type='html'>So today was the surgery. It was a quick procedure and the staff was so kind at &lt;a href="http://atlantaoutpatientsurgerycenter.com/"&gt;Atlanta Outpatient&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-op nurse was so sweet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for some of the questions she had to ask me. She was great with putting the IV into my tiny little vein. The anesthesiologist gave me a wonderful sedative to calm my nerves before the procedure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doctor came and answered my questions about the surgery and recovery. He also recommended that we send samples to &lt;a href="http://www.northside.com/home/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for genetic testing to see if there is something wrong with our genes or if it was a chromosomal abnormality that was not compatible with life for this baby. He suggested the testing since this was my third miscarriage. The results could help us decide if we want to try again or just thank God that we were able to have one perfect little boy named Spencer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They brought me into the OR and my doctor came in and said "It's sleepy time." The nurse anesthetist told me to take some deep breaths and I was out. The next thing I remember is my post-op nurse asking me how I was feeling. Surgery is such a surreal experience. It is so odd to loose any time out of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My post-op nurse was an older woman. She told me about her children and grandchildren. She had me laughing, which was a feat today. I told her this was such a different experience from my last surgery. They woke me up and took me to the car in about 15 minutes. She asked if it was a particular facility and it was. I was surprised that she guessed it, but she wasn't. She said they wanted to make sure I was okay before I went home. She said "As long as I have that IV in you, I can help you if you get sick. As soon as I take it out, all I can do is hold your hand and hold your hair back." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I really wanted to do was go get something to eat. I ate lunch before my appointment yesterday and after I was too upset to eat. I regretted that all morning since I couldn't eat or drink. As soon as we left, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.firehousesubs.com/"&gt;Firehouse Subs&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we went to pick Spencer up from his grandma's house. It was a long, emotional day. We came home and I took a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5173311768620681039?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5173311768620681039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/surgery-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5173311768620681039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5173311768620681039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/surgery-day.html' title='Surgery Day'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-6052708884687949091</id><published>2012-02-07T05:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:07:26.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Where is My Rock?</title><content type='html'>I cannot sleep. My eyes hurt from crying. Spencer asked to sleep with me last night and cuddled next to me. He had a tough time going to sleep too. I could tell he was worried about me and no amount of telling him I would be okay was going to satisfy him. He needed to be there with me. I think he will stay with grandma today since he was up so late. I cannot justify sending him to school, but I cannot bear the thought of him being at the surgery center. He just doesn't need to experience that because I am quite sure I will not be able to hold myself together. It's one thing for him to know his mommy is sad. It's another for him to see me blubbering on uncontrollably. I have slept off an on tonight, but every time I wake up it hits me again and I sob. I keep thinking they will cancel this surgery when I get there because I can't breathe through my now swollen nose and I look like I have been in a boxing ring with how swollen my eyes are right now. I would like to crawl under a rock and just stay there for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-6052708884687949091?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/6052708884687949091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-is-my-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6052708884687949091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6052708884687949091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-is-my-rock.html' title='Where is My Rock?'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-6070564560027532988</id><published>2012-02-06T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T18:30:22.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Suckiest Day Ever...</title><content type='html'>I went in to my check up appointment feeling great. A little nervous, but that's to be expected when you have miscarried before. They couldn't hear the heartbeat on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doppler&lt;/span&gt;, but it's still early and I am not thin. So my doctor brought me back to the ultrasound room. I was excited because that meant I would see my little peanut again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He could not find a heartbeat. He sent me to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perinatalogist&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Northside&lt;/span&gt; Hospital because their equipment is so much better and he wanted to be sure. The doctor there confirmed what my doctor thought. There was no heartbeat and the baby was only measuring 9 weeks 3 days. (I am 11 weeks.) The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perinatalogist&lt;/span&gt; called my doctor and sent me back to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there, he had already scheduled the surgery and had all the paperwork ready for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back home, Thomas and I sat down and explained to Spencer that the baby had not made it. He is sad and wants us to have another one really soon. My heart is broken both for my loss and for Spencer's loss. He was so looking forward to being a big brother. I wish we had stuck to the original plan of waiting until Valentine's Day to tell him the news. I can't change it now, but I wish I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part was being alone through all of this today. There was no reason to think anything was wrong since the last ultrasound looked so good so I went alone today. The drive home was not easy because it was rush hour and I was crying. Luckily, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doctor's&lt;/span&gt; office gave me a box of tissue for the ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called work and made arrangements for the rest of the week because I know I need some time to grieve and teenagers aren't the most understanding people. I know this is not the most eloquently written post and frankly, I don't care. I just needed to get it all out tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-6070564560027532988?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/6070564560027532988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/suckiest-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6070564560027532988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6070564560027532988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/suckiest-day-ever.html' title='Suckiest Day Ever...'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-8605573630562890640</id><published>2012-02-01T19:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:14:52.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Great News</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a while mainly because I have been asleep if I have not been at work. I am 10 weeks 3 days pregnant. I am so excited even though it was unexpected. The timing isn't so great because my husband is not working but I don't think the timing is ever really good for the average family. I was taking a progesterone supplement, Prometrium, until the 9th week which made me super sleepy. Since I am no longer on it, I am less sleepy and less nauseous! Hooray!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBbM1yvxM4/TynhQJ9U7II/AAAAAAAAANk/czWfaivb1QQ/s320/P9270024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338070708743298" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really happy to share the 8 week ultrasound with my mom because she will be back at the Grand Canyon in August when the little peanut arrives. I am over 35 so my doctor explained to me that I am at a little higher risk. So I am going back for a check-up on Monday at 11 weeks instead of 12. I also have an appointment scheduled with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perinatologist&lt;/span&gt; on February 20 to have a screening test called &lt;a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/prenataltesting/firstscreen.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nuchal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;translucency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; done. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; and an ultrasound that measures the spinal fluid present and then compared to determine the my risk for this baby having Down Syndrome, Edward's Syndrome and a handful of other abnormalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esd7KIIZWZ8/TynhPqkyAUI/AAAAAAAAANY/aLHIRCWAv7A/s320/Spencer%2BBaby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704338062284292418" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 8 week ultrasound and seeing the heartbeat, we felt like it was time to tell Spencer. I made a sign that says "I am going to be the big &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brother!" and had Spencer read it out loud. He was so excited. We let him (in picture form) tell the Facebook world. Many family members and friends already knew, but it was still fun for Spencer! He asked when the baby would be here. When I told him August, he said "Holy freaking chestnuts! I have to wait until August to be a big brother?" I told him he had already waited 10 years so a few more months shouldn't hurt you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to keep this updated so you can learn more about the peanut! The rollercoaster continues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-8605573630562890640?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/8605573630562890640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/8605573630562890640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/8605573630562890640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2012/02/great-news.html' title='Great News'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBbM1yvxM4/TynhQJ9U7II/AAAAAAAAANk/czWfaivb1QQ/s72-c/P9270024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-4893087975928752031</id><published>2011-12-30T19:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T19:59:55.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>A little more stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My doctor's office called this morning and of course I missed the call. I checked my messages and he decided he wanted me to take a progesterone supplement because my level was at the low end of normal and I have had two previous miscarriages. His nurse said he just wanted to err on the side of caution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called back and left a message with my pharmacy number. I waited a couple of hours before checking with the pharmacy and nothing had been called in. I called the doctor's office back and they were gone for the day... on Friday... of a holiday weekend. I was not a happy camper. I left a message for the doctor on call to call me back. Two hours passed so I called back. She called me within ten minutes. I explained my situation and appologized for being pushy, but I expect to be taken care of especially when his office is the one that called me wanting me on this medication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I started Prometrium this evening. I guess we will see how this goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-4893087975928752031?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/4893087975928752031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-more-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4893087975928752031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4893087975928752031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-more-stress.html' title='A little more stress...'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-6006356648934410108</id><published>2011-12-28T10:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:13:43.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>News and Stress!</title><content type='html'>The past two weeks have been a little stressful to say the least. I found out that I am pregnant when we were not trying because my husband is currently unemployed. It was a bit of a shock to say the least especially after miscarrying earlier this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the miscarriage earlier this year, my doctor wanted to bring me in for blood work to check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hCG&lt;/span&gt; and progesterone levels. I got the call this morning that it all looks good, but they want to bring me in for an ultrasound tomorrow. I know my doctor is being cautious, but this makes me nervous and excited all at the same time. I just want everything to look good tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not told many people, but I did tell a good friend because I need someone to talk to when I get scared. She knows how much I would love to have a little girl and she asked if I will be disappointed if it is another boy. My answer- No way, I just want a healthy baby. I know that sounds cliche, but after two miscarriages I really just want to hold that baby in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be publishing these posts later because I don't want to spread the word until I have reached the end of the first trimester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: So I couldn't quite wait until the end of the first trimester. I was so excited that the ultrasound looked good that I just had to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-6006356648934410108?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/6006356648934410108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/news-and-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6006356648934410108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6006356648934410108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/news-and-stress.html' title='News and Stress!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-1681387491317914250</id><published>2011-12-11T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:17:39.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Up</title><content type='html'>I told Spencer that he must clean his playroom before Christmas or Santa would feel that he has enough even though he is a good little boy. He is cleaning now. It is a slow, arduous process. He of course stops to play with something he finds interesting along the way. I am determined that he will complete this clean up all on his own this time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always helped in the past because I lack the patience to continue prompting him until the end of the process. But I refuse to clean it up this time. I don't mind taking care of the rest of the house but this is a room that I rarely set foot in. I guess we will see how long it takes him. I am thinking until Christmas eve!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-1681387491317914250?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/1681387491317914250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/1681387491317914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/1681387491317914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning Up'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3163412281287360625</id><published>2011-12-10T00:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:39:20.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tourette Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><title type='text'>Update on the Tough Decision</title><content type='html'>We saw &lt;a href="http://www.childneuro.org/"&gt;Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;today. Spencer has grown so much. He is 53 and 3/4 inches tall and weighs 69 pounds. I am so glad he is finally putting on some weight because he is so thin that I have a hard time finding pants for him unless they have an adjustable waist. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His blood pressure was good which is good because one of the few&lt;a href="http://www.intuniv.com/adhd-information/default.aspx"&gt; side effects&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.intuniv.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Intuniv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is low blood pressure. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked about his behavior at school and home and I told him about Spencer's difficulty completing tasks and his poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impulse control&lt;/span&gt;. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; recommended that we increase the dose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Intuniv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and come back in two months so we can see if he shows improvement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so glad that we can try a small change rather than looking at trying a new medication or a combination of medications. I have been really happy with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Intuniv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the very few side effects that it has had on Spencer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and on a humorous note, Spencer has decided that Dr. Cheng sounds like Fez from &lt;i&gt;That 7os Show.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone for the support. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3163412281287360625?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3163412281287360625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-on-tough-decision.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3163412281287360625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3163412281287360625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/update-on-tough-decision.html' title='Update on the Tough Decision'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-6499194178057154175</id><published>2011-12-10T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:20:55.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay at home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Role Reversal</title><content type='html'>So hubby has been a stay at home dad for two months. Today he is in a foul mood and is complaining about the housework and cooking dinner. He actually said he just feels overwhelmed by it all today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to be fair, Spencer has been at home sick this week. The house is not clean, the dishes are not done. He has cooked dinner this week and took Spencer to the doctor, but that is about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said to me this evening, "You could help out you know." I simply smiled, gave him a hug and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I &lt;i&gt;REALLY&lt;/i&gt; wanted to say was"now you know how I feel" but we all know that would have started an argument and who needs that after a long week. I think I can be happy with the satisfaction of seeing him feel that way for once.&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/3465765561625836082-6499194178057154175?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/6499194178057154175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/role-reversal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6499194178057154175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6499194178057154175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/role-reversal.html' title='Role Reversal'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-7491066487317199821</id><published>2011-12-03T18:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:00:02.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tourette Syndrome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medication'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Tough Decisions</title><content type='html'>For those of you that don't know, Spencer has &lt;a href="http://www.chadd.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Understanding"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tsa-usa.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tourette&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. It was so difficult in the beginning getting a diagnosis. When he was six, he was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;. It was really difficult for his dad to accept.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before medication, Spencer had &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ZERO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; impulse control. He knew right from wrong, he just couldn't stop himself. We tried every parenting trick in the book before we chose medication. Nothing worked. It was frustrating and I began to feel like a failure as a mother. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first tough decision was to try medication. He began treatment with &lt;a href="http://www.vyvanse.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vyvanse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is a long acting medication. It worked really well for him. After he had been taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vyvanse&lt;/span&gt; for about a year, someone pointed out to me that he appeared to have a tic. I called his pediatrician and told him about my concerns. He recommended that Spencer see a child neurologist. So we waited for six weeks to see Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.childneuro.org/index.cfm?pID=1376"&gt;Child Neurology Associates&lt;/a&gt; in Atlanta. Spencer was diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tourette&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome at seven years old. He could not take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Vyvanse&lt;/span&gt; anymore because it is a stimulant like most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; medications. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; recommended we try &lt;a href="http://www.intuniv.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Intuniv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The second tough decision was to try a relatively new medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was terrified by what this meant for my child. All I really knew about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tourette&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome was from movies I had seen that sensationalized the disorder and from a &lt;i&gt;60 Minutes&lt;/i&gt; special I had seen about a camp for children with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tourette&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome. I was worried about the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I did my research and discovered that the one symptom I had hoped he would not have, &lt;a href="http://www.tsa-usa.org/aPeople/LivingWithTS/Images/Fact_Sheet.pdf"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coprolalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (cursing), was a rare symptom. His symptoms will likely get worse as he approaches puberty. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Insert sarcastic tone here.&lt;/span&gt;) Great because puberty is easy. But on the up side, they should improve through his teen years and he could go into complete remission of his symptoms as an adult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we come to the next difficult decision. He has been taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Intuniv&lt;/span&gt; for two years now and in the past few months, it just doesn't seem to be helping anymore. We have an appointment with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cheng&lt;/span&gt; coming up on December 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. (Yeah, we had to wait six weeks again for an appointment.) I am a little nervous about what he will recommend because at the last appointment he mentioned that we may have to try a combination of medications. I can't stand that he is taking &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; every single day. His dad doesn't want him on &lt;i&gt;any at all.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-7491066487317199821?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/7491066487317199821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/tough-decisions.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7491066487317199821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7491066487317199821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough Decisions'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3456282817281900010</id><published>2011-12-01T11:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:41:38.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lord of the Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hobbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Movie Date with Mom</title><content type='html'>So I have a movie date with my Mom when &lt;em&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/em&gt; comes out later this month. I haven't read the book yet, so I have some reading to do before December 21st. You see, I have this rule. If a movie is based on a book, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUST &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;read the book before the seeing the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only broken this rule once in my adult life. I probably broke it a million times as a child with all the fairy tale movies, but how was I to know then? So as an adult, I have seen &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trilogy&lt;/span&gt; numerous times but I have never read the books. So my personal goal for next year, since I have to read &lt;em&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/em&gt; first, is to read &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trilogy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told by some to read &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt; first and by others that it does not matter. So now I have just three questions for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Should I read &lt;em&gt;The Hobbit&lt;/em&gt; first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have any "rules" about movies based on books, or other "rules" for you life to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your personal goal for the next year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3456282817281900010?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3456282817281900010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/movie-date-with-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3456282817281900010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3456282817281900010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/12/movie-date-with-mom.html' title='Movie Date with Mom'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-4089438414912943988</id><published>2011-11-27T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:53:02.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Break Time is Over!</title><content type='html'>I have enjoyed my week off from work. I got to spend time with my husband, son, &lt;a href="http://fabgrandma.com/"&gt;Mom&lt;/a&gt; and my in-laws. I spent Thanksgiving with the in-laws and ate way too much. So my break ended up being a break not just from work, but from my new healthier lifestyle as well. It was a busy week so that my exercise routine was interrupted except for testing out my mother-in-laws treadmill with the kids. At least I got a little bit of excersise in though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday starts it all over again. Work, better eating and running. Back to the grindstone, but at least I get to wear jeans to work tomorrow. Not my most exciting post and not the one I really wanted to post, but I just can't find that picture I wanted to use!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-4089438414912943988?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/4089438414912943988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-time-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4089438414912943988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4089438414912943988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/break-time-is-over.html' title='Break Time is Over!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-612891408574260939</id><published>2011-11-25T14:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:54:02.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Here Spencer, Spencer.....</title><content type='html'>Last night we were at Grandma's new house celebrating Thanksgiving. Aunt Heather brought Kate the cat from the old house to the new house and she is getting to stay inside for a week to get used to her new surroundings. Spencer loves cats and was following her around to play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later Grandma asked where is Spencer. He was quiet which is usually not a good sign. So I went to find him. I looked in the kitchen where I last saw him. Then the dining room. I went upstairs to Heather's room, not there. I checked the kids playroom, not there. I checked the bathrooms, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sun room&lt;/span&gt; and then the master bedroom where Grandpa was already sleeping. Not there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was my child? Then everyone got up to look. All the doors leading outside were locked but we looked anyway. Someone went down to the basement. I checked the garage. I was beginning to panic. Where could he have gone? He doesn't like to go outside by himself when it is dark. Surely he didn't go outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Heather came out of Grandma and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandpa's&lt;/span&gt; room laughing and says come here. She leads me to the closet, which is bigger than my bathroom. Inside the closet, tucked away under hanging clothes with Grandpa's robe hanging down almost covering his face is my sweet angel. Sound asleep. He had been laying down petting Kate and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gotten a picture because it was so cute to see him snuggled up in that closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-612891408574260939?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/612891408574260939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-spencer-spencer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/612891408574260939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/612891408574260939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-spencer-spencer.html' title='Here Spencer, Spencer.....'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5128367773753426160</id><published>2011-11-24T15:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:55:40.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>It's All About Perspective</title><content type='html'>I have been posting my "thankfuls" on Facebook since November 15th. I started posting a little late, so I spent the evening coming up with my 15 reasons to be thankful so I could catch up. I had a pretty diffucult time coming up with all 15. Many of my reasons to be thankful were easy because I think about them everyday. Thomas and Spencer are my biggest "thankfuls" every single day. There are days, of course, that I would love to run away and be free from all responsibility, but who doesn't have those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a tough one. Finding out I was pregnant quite unexpectedly and then having a miscarriage was brutal. My husband losing his job in October was another tough blow. Realizing this job loss was within days of when I would have been having a new baby made me look at things a little bit differently. I know that sounds strange, but it restored my faith that God really does know what he is doing in my life. Having Thomas at home has been a blessing in disguise. Sure we are having to make adjustments. I can only imagine what it would be like right now if I had not finished my degree in May and gotten a raise this year. But the good part is that he is home. He does laundry, cleans the house, makes dinner and picks Spencer up from school in the afternoons. He doesn't get stuck in traffic coming home from a job that he hates in a foul mood and not wanting to speak to anyone for a while after he gets home late in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I still love to be holding that baby in my arms right now. Absolutely. It breaks my heart not to have it now. I had to call in sick on October 14. My actual due date was 2 weeks later, but with having a C-section with Spencer I knew that I would have another one and that would move the date up to October 14. I was doing fine until I got up that morning and saw the date on the school lunch calendar. Then I lost it. I was sobbing. I called in and went back to bed wanting the day to go away. I lay there thinking about "Heaven is for Real". The little boy had met his sister in Heaven and she didn't have a name. We had picked a few names that we like but had never settled on one. I decided that it was time to name our baby since it was the day it was due to arrive. I got out my list and Thomas and I narrowed it down to names that we both liked. There were unisex names as well as girl and boy names. It was really hard to pick names not knowing the sex of the baby. I decided that Spencer should pick the name since we had told him that we would make a list and let him pick the name. He chose Autumn. I love you Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I started out, it is all about perspective. Could my life be better? Could this year have been different? Yes, but it could have been worse too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5128367773753426160?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5128367773753426160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-perspective.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5128367773753426160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5128367773753426160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-perspective.html' title='It&apos;s All About Perspective'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-7577515862499124598</id><published>2011-11-23T23:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T21:56:27.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Spencerism</title><content type='html'>We were riding down the road today. As usual, my dear sweet hubby is driving like a bat out of hell. I proceed to "scold" him. Spencer asks, "Dad, are you drunk?" Dad answers, "No, why?" Spencer explains, "We all have to follow the rules. Only drunk people do what they want." We both hold back our laughter and decide that Spencer needs to have a new slogan each day. So today's slogan is "Only drunk people do what they want." I can't wait to hear the next Spencerism. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-7577515862499124598?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/7577515862499124598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/spencerism.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7577515862499124598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7577515862499124598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/spencerism.html' title='Spencerism'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3988586576566204689</id><published>2011-11-23T13:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:43:36.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><content type='html'>I really need to get better at keeping my blog updated. I am excited that I have finished grad school so I have more time to spend with my guys. I have missed having family time because I had to spend so much time on homework. We have family movie night now and I am trying to get family game night started. We just need to find some games that we all enjoy. We have tried Monopoly, but it just takes waaaayyyy too long! I think we need to ask Santa to update our game closet with Battleship, Scrabble, Uno and some other fun family games. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3988586576566204689?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3988586576566204689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3988586576566204689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3988586576566204689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5312964320760488272</id><published>2011-05-06T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:27:13.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z Meme</title><content type='html'>I got this from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabgrandma.com/"&gt;Fabgrandma&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who saw this meme on &lt;a href="http://www.tammystwocents.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tammy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Two Cents&lt;/span&gt; and decided I wanted to play along. More About Me A to Z!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Age: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Bed size: King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Chore you dislike: Loading the Dishwasher. I will unload it, but I hate loading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Dogs: are a necessary part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential start to your day: Coffee and being left alone for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite color: orange, yellow I cannot chose just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Gold or silver: I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Height: 5′ 4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Instruments you play(ed): none really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. Job title: teacher- the one I get paid for anyway. Mom, maid, lawn care technician, finder of all lost things in the house and any other description my family comes up with- the ones I do not get paid for but have their own rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids: Son Spencer 9, Fur kids- Daisy 10, Thunder 9 mos, Gilbert 5, Mittens and Fuzzy- not sure, they were stray, Max, Lex, Toby, Bolt and Wubbzy all 8 mos (Kittens of the strays), Midnight, Snowy and Speckles all less than 2 mos (More kittens of the strays before I was able to spay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Live: I share 6 acres with a lot of nature's creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Mom’s name: Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Nicknames: Emmy Lou which I hate, another from childhood that I hate, My hubby calls me slim or heifer whichever the situation calls for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Overnight hospital stays: a few long stays in the ER for asthma as a kid, C-section with the birth of my son, and one ICU stay for asthma as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quote from a movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Siblings: One older brother, one older sister and the best step-sister anyone could ask for, one younger half-brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. Time you wake up: Too early no matter what time it is! I am NOT a morning person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U. Underwear: Yes, and none of your business what kind you perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. Vegetables you don’t like: Beets and Brussel Sprouts- YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. What makes you run late: Um, I have a kid and I am not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X. X-rays you’ve had: MANY as a kid of my lungs for asthma, CT for sinus surgery, MRI of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y. Yummy food you make: Funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zoo Animal Favorites: Sea otters. SO darn cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5312964320760488272?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5312964320760488272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-z-meme-i-got-this-from-fabgrandma.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5312964320760488272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5312964320760488272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-z-meme-i-got-this-from-fabgrandma.html' title='A to Z Meme'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3330705510726635233</id><published>2011-03-15T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:00:12.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>I think I need to change my blog title!!!</title><content type='html'>This month has truly been a rollercoaster. I found out on February 15 that I was going to have a baby. I called my sister, Becca, on the 17th to tell her and she shared with me that she was too! On February 20th, we attended Becky's wedding. She is my step-sister although I consider her my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On February 23, I had a miscarriage. I still cannot not speak about it without crying. I am amazed that I am able to write about it today with dry eyes. It has been difficult, but I think I am through the worst of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled that Becca is going to have her first baby, but I know there will be moments that will be bittersweet for me. Our due dates were just a few days apart. I am trying really hard not to rain on her parade, but it is not easy to be happy and deal with the grief at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Becca and I hope you understand. I want to share in this adventure with you. It is just harder than I thought it would be to set my feelings aside. Please keep sharing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3330705510726635233?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3330705510726635233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-i-need-to-change-my-blog-title.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3330705510726635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3330705510726635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-think-i-need-to-change-my-blog-title.html' title='I think I need to change my blog title!!!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-4203488106031826730</id><published>2009-10-09T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:01:53.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The Best Mom</title><content type='html'>So Spence and I are driving home from school. I tell him that we have to stop at the store on the way home and he asks if he gets to get the crazy straws we talked about because he had a good day at school. I say of course because we made a deal. He tells me "You are the best mom a kid could have!" That has to be one of the best moments as a mom. I felt ten feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not last long. Within a few minutes, Spence was asking for something else. I told him that is not what we had talked about and we were not going to buy anything else. So naturally what follows is "Hmmp, I hate you!" Well I've been told that a time or two now, so it does not hurt my feelings anymore. Not like the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spence has not finished the zoo book. Like any artist, the mood must strike and right now he has moved on to other things. He always comes back to the zoo book though so it will eventually be finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Spence is dreaming up new ideas. He has decided to "alter animals". Don't worry, he just means in his imagination! He has come up with a Trigon which is a cross between a Triceratops and a Dragon. He has described it to me in full detail and I can't wait to share the picture with you. That is, if he ever puts it on paper. There is a Girdactyl which is a Giraffe and a Pteradactyl. A Zeraffe which is a Zebra and Giraffe and finally the Allipig which is an Alligator and Guinea Pig together. Interesting creatures, I am not sure I would want to find one in a dark alley!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-4203488106031826730?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/4203488106031826730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4203488106031826730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4203488106031826730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-mom.html' title='The Best Mom'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5727303759590503429</id><published>2009-09-05T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:16:27.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>I'm Back. Sorry I was gone so long, Mom. :) I got terribly busy with school work. I was taking 3 grad school classes during the Summer semester. What was I thinking??? Oh yeah, I want to take next Summer off and plan a trip to the Grand Canyon to visit! So, after my classes were finished, we took a trip. When we got back, it was time for school to start- back to work for me. We also started a project in our house and replaced all the carpeting with laminate flooring. It looks fantastic and Spence and I can breathe so much better. That just about catches up what I have been doing since July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the cuteness. Spence has decided that he wants to build a 'playhouse'. It needs to have an art room, a music room, a playroom, a living room, and a kitchen. He is going to design the blueprint. I am still waiting on the finished product, but I will post a picture when he gets it finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner with Grandma and Pawpaw last night. He was telling his Grandma what he wants to be when he grows up. He  said "I will be a zookeeper and I will have a wife and a child." How many kids do you know that go into that much detail when they talk about growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spence is working on a zoo book right now. He has drawn the giraffe, elephant, and rhino. I'll post some pictures of that when he is finished too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that satisfy your craving for more Mom? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5727303759590503429?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5727303759590503429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5727303759590503429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5727303759590503429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3682463648408775051</id><published>2009-07-02T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:34:34.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0nr3Bn5iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAIPRAM-gOA/s1600-h/Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0nr3Bn5iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAIPRAM-gOA/s320/Frog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353979166472005154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home really late one night and this "little" guy was sitting in our driveway. Spence wanted to keep him, but I convinced him that he belonged out in nature. Besides, the cat would have tortured him anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3682463648408775051?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3682463648408775051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-little-visitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3682463648408775051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3682463648408775051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-little-visitor.html' title='Our Little Visitor'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0nr3Bn5iI/AAAAAAAAAK4/XAIPRAM-gOA/s72-c/Frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5993708991564885347</id><published>2009-07-02T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:09:37.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0FvUjbuqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wcPuMqjKHJ0/s1600-h/Booboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0FvUjbuqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wcPuMqjKHJ0/s320/Booboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353941842542705314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy with school work and sickness/injury that I just haven't had time to update here. Spence has had a sinus infection, stomach bug, and cut that required a trip to the emergency room all in the past 3 1/2 weeks. Needless to say, it has been crazy. The cut came from being out in the yard cutting grass. Spence was not even close the lawnmower. A rock, we suppose, came flying out of the lawnmower and cut his leg. We spent 5 hours at the emergency room because we wanted to make sure nothing was in the cut. The doctor also numbed his leg and scrubbed it clean, something I could not have done at home. No stitches, but it hurt for a while and is bruised up pretty darn good. He'll get a nice little boy scar out of this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5993708991564885347?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5993708991564885347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5993708991564885347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5993708991564885347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-month.html' title='What a Month!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sk0FvUjbuqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wcPuMqjKHJ0/s72-c/Booboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3798209475399671437</id><published>2009-06-22T08:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:12:40.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenic Monday... uh Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj908mwZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ea_f257he7E/s1600-h/firesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj908mwZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ea_f257he7E/s320/firesky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350123466883977442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sunset at my house a few years ago. The sky looked like it was on fire. The picture does not do it justice. I am a bit late on my &lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scenic Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3798209475399671437?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3798209475399671437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenic-monday-uh-sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3798209475399671437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3798209475399671437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenic-monday-uh-sunday.html' title='Scenic Monday... uh Sunday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj908mwZ0OI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ea_f257he7E/s72-c/firesky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-3424628732345510006</id><published>2009-06-22T08:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T08:06:59.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9zDFh8esI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3nHS9Uokg-I/s1600-h/Spencer+Fireman+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9zDFh8esI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3nHS9Uokg-I/s320/Spencer+Fireman+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350121379200793282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So one day last Summer, Spence was playing in the backyard. I went out to check on him and this is what I saw. He had gotten into the grill and smeared the ash on his face. He was playing fireman. He has to make everything as real as possible. I'd say pretty creative. We let him play a little longer and then it was straight to the bath! This is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mellow Yellow Monday. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-3424628732345510006?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/3424628732345510006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/mellow-yellow-monday_22.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3424628732345510006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/3424628732345510006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/mellow-yellow-monday_22.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9zDFh8esI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3nHS9Uokg-I/s72-c/Spencer+Fireman+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-6045617956717027840</id><published>2009-06-16T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:17:22.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profile problems'/><title type='text'>Why don't I show up???</title><content type='html'>Can anyone help me figure out why my profile picture does not show up when I follow other blogs?&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions would be appreciated.    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-6045617956717027840?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/6045617956717027840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-dont-i-show-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6045617956717027840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/6045617956717027840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-dont-i-show-up.html' title='Why don&apos;t I show up???'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-9040617954473198234</id><published>2009-06-16T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:13:12.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember Whensday'/><title type='text'>Remember Whensday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sjg0aUG7KFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UIpdUduUIog/s1600-h/emily23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sjg0aUG7KFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UIpdUduUIog/s320/emily23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348082184181459026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second grade school picture day. It was a few weeks after my brother gave me a black eye by throwing a paperback book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just right&lt;/span&gt;. I remember going to the rest room and coming back out with the back of my dress tucked into my cute little tights. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice, real nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rememberwhensday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MNApQGC5AjQ/SisdMKJ5xaI/AAAAAAAABUc/4Imnui0tLtA/s1600/RWBadge1.jpg" alt="[RWBadge1.jpg]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-9040617954473198234?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/9040617954473198234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-whensday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/9040617954473198234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/9040617954473198234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/remember-whensday.html' title='Remember Whensday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sjg0aUG7KFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/UIpdUduUIog/s72-c/emily23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-1229291203279429537</id><published>2009-06-16T09:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:48:37.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A HEADACHE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjeexZhG05I/AAAAAAAAADM/xz-37ZDqguQ/s1600-h/medicine-bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347917654026277778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjeexZhG05I/AAAAAAAAADM/xz-37ZDqguQ/s320/medicine-bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yesterday my little guy had a terrible headache all day. Grandma said he laid around watching TV all day. He didn't even ask to go outside! On the way home, he got a little sick in the car. I gave him some Motrin when we got home. Then I sat on the couch and he laid in my lap. I rubbed his head for a while. About 45 minutes later, he was back to himself zipping around the house. I'm glad he feels better, but the quiet time on the couch was nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-1229291203279429537?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/1229291203279429537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-headache.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/1229291203279429537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/1229291203279429537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-headache.html' title='WHAT A HEADACHE!'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjeexZhG05I/AAAAAAAAADM/xz-37ZDqguQ/s72-c/medicine-bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-8809577261810663907</id><published>2009-06-15T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:32:58.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>InTech class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got to learn how to blog today in my InTech class. Glad I got started already so I knew what I was doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-8809577261810663907?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/8809577261810663907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-blog-for-my-intech-class.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/8809577261810663907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/8809577261810663907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-blog-for-my-intech-class.html' title='InTech class'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-4713534027598167043</id><published>2009-06-14T16:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:07:40.540-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mellow yellow monday'/><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjVbsq8HQaI/AAAAAAAAADE/vmWev-ULtJM/s1600-h/playground3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjVbsq8HQaI/AAAAAAAAADE/vmWev-ULtJM/s320/playground3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347280955571126690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures of all time. Very appropriate for my first &lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mellow Yellow Monday&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MellowYellowBadge" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk196/drowseymonkey/imagephp.png" 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/3465765561625836082-4713534027598167043?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/4713534027598167043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/mellow-yellow-monday.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4713534027598167043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4713534027598167043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/mellow-yellow-monday.html' title='Mellow Yellow Monday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjVbsq8HQaI/AAAAAAAAADE/vmWev-ULtJM/s72-c/playground3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-7909058521406853165</id><published>2009-06-14T09:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:05:38.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scenic sunday'/><title type='text'>Scenic Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjUA64uGHiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0qPI5md87PM/s1600-h/cool+yellow+sunset+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjUA64uGHiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0qPI5md87PM/s320/cool+yellow+sunset+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347181144230469154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the beach house we stayed at February 2006. Daytona Beach with a beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more beautiful pics&lt;a href="http://scenicsunday.blogspot.com/"&gt; click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-7909058521406853165?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/7909058521406853165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenic-sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7909058521406853165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/7909058521406853165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/scenic-sunday.html' title='Scenic Sunday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjUA64uGHiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0qPI5md87PM/s72-c/cool+yellow+sunset+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-4070769655395372787</id><published>2009-06-13T11:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:05:08.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child art'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjP7-IZKUkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZXyGlbFvPQ/s1600-h/paperflowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjP7-IZKUkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZXyGlbFvPQ/s320/paperflowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346894227442389570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sweet child made me the most beautiful paper flowers in a rainbow of colors. I could not look while he was working on them. He asked for paper, scissors, coloring pencils and tape. I asked what for and he replied "it's a secret". Which always means "I want to make something for you". So I helped him gather the materials and peaked occassionally to make sure he wasn't snipping off the tips of his fingers. I will post the pics when I get home from the hair salon. Getting a little touch up and peace and quiet at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjP7OSMTMbI/AAAAAAAAACs/8uVPe45J8yg/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjP7OSMTMbI/AAAAAAAAACs/8uVPe45J8yg/s320/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346893405439078834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day, Spiderman and Spence sent me 2 dozen roses. They were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favorites? The absolutely gorgeous paper flowers that Spence just gave me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-4070769655395372787?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/4070769655395372787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4070769655395372787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/4070769655395372787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjP7-IZKUkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jZXyGlbFvPQ/s72-c/paperflowers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-5151309793639939668</id><published>2009-06-11T10:32:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:59:38.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Remember Whensday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Remember Whensday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjEbJJEhzbI/AAAAAAAAACE/vCMb2kvCaj4/s1600-h/littlelamb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjEbJJEhzbI/AAAAAAAAACE/vCMb2kvCaj4/s320/littlelamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084076533173682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I am a day late, nothing new there. Sally from the MisAdventures of Karl &amp;amp; Sally has started a new Meme, called Remember Whenesday. The idea behind this is to post an old photo, and write your memories of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rememberwhensday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MNApQGC5AjQ/SisbpP4TnkI/AAAAAAAABUM/YPYwCkiw1Gs/s1600/RWBadge2.bmp" alt="[RWBadge2.bmp]" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought this would be a great way to tell a little more about my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Spence's first day of Pre-K. He was a little apprehensive. He is holding "little" lamb, 2 teddy bears and puppy. He said "can they come too"? We convinced him that he would be fine and allowed everyone to come along for the ride to school, but they had to stay in the car. Spence immediately made new friends when he arrived and forgot all about his stuffed buddies until the car ride home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-5151309793639939668?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://rememberwhensday.blogspot.com/' title='Remember Whensday'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://rememberwhensday.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/5151309793639939668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/remeber-whensday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5151309793639939668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/5151309793639939668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/remeber-whensday.html' title='Remember Whensday'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/SjEbJJEhzbI/AAAAAAAAACE/vCMb2kvCaj4/s72-c/littlelamb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465765561625836082.post-283274066094503257</id><published>2009-06-11T10:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:59:08.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetpea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rollercoaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided I needed a blog to help me explore my creative side. Too much of my life has become busy and rushed and there doesn't seem to be time for creativity. I need to make that time happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be telling about my experiences, Spence's mischief and hilarity, and I will share with you a little about Spiderman. Spiderman is my husband who prefers that I not use the internet at all and certainly not share any of the details of my life with total strangers! Spence is my little boy. He can be charming, funny, and drive you crazy a bit. He created the rollercoaster. For those of you that don't know, Life is a rollercoaster. Hang on and enjoy the ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465765561625836082-283274066094503257?l=sweetpea5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/feeds/283274066094503257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/283274066094503257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465765561625836082/posts/default/283274066094503257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpea5.blogspot.com/2009/06/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Sweetpea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04467616537650127312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kX6-uHq_h10/Sj9ySeOfdgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3J-75zSm3q4/S220/SPENCEMOM.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
