<?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-4812984759451605988</id><updated>2012-01-28T22:00:54.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy the ride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5495764116401388187</id><published>2010-06-29T12:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:10:34.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night I snuck out to Target for a little shopping trip alone.  Through her tears, I promised Josie a pink pack of gum when I returned.  She fell asleep before I got home and this morning she got to have piece and decided to share...&lt;br /&gt;Josie:  "Mom, you want a piece of my gum?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  "Sure, I'll have a piece...mmm...it's very yummy!"&lt;br /&gt;Josie:  "Yes, it's very very yummy!  It's very very pink!  It's very very mine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5495764116401388187?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5495764116401388187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5495764116401388187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5495764116401388187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5495764116401388187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-last-night-i-snuck-out-to-target-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-6812211827297983602</id><published>2010-04-01T07:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:59:04.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember the "no more diapers thing"?  Well, Josie changed her mind and is wearing them once again...not quite ready yet:)  She continues to grow in so many ways...she has turned into a sponge and is quickly soaking up all kinds of information, lately letters and numbers!  She loves Barney (thanks to her Dad's influence), books, and singing.  We've been going to the library, and she really enjoys that.  It's hard to get her to leave without every single Barney item they have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She also LOVES her kitties.  The other day they snuck out into the garage when we were bringing in groceries.  She was so afraid they were going to run away (even though I quickly shut the overhead door and they weren't going anywhere).  She started crying and said very loudly, "I NEED MINE KITTIES!"  Needless to say she was very relieved when they were in the house once again!  Here is a picture of her giving her kitties a treat:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7SUwUa6M-I/AAAAAAAAAog/7EV96FtszRg/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7SUwUa6M-I/AAAAAAAAAog/7EV96FtszRg/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455148606488720354" 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/4812984759451605988-6812211827297983602?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6812211827297983602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=6812211827297983602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6812211827297983602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6812211827297983602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/04/josie.html' title='Josie'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7SUwUa6M-I/AAAAAAAAAog/7EV96FtszRg/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8521845986196919428</id><published>2010-03-31T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:49:25.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kaden is doing great in 4th grade!  He's loves spending time outside doing just about anything, and is big into reading lately.  He also loves drawing and any kind of art.  He recently started painting a Packers logo on a canvas to hang in his room!  Like all the other kids, he is growing like a weed, and is outgrowing all of his clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden was glad to get his braces off a couple months ago and now just needs a retainer at night.  After getting his green belt, Kaden has decided to take a break from his Taekwondo for a while at least.  He is such a sweet big brother, you should see him with his little sister:)  He has the patience of a saint with Josie (and no one but her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is before crazy hair day at school with Kristen (from next door).  Notice the handsome metal free smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nnu16v1MI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0WaVrhv2B4Q/s1600/Kaden+and+Kristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nnu16v1MI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0WaVrhv2B4Q/s320/Kaden+and+Kristen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817628120929474" 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/4812984759451605988-8521845986196919428?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8521845986196919428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8521845986196919428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8521845986196919428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8521845986196919428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/03/kaden.html' title='Kaden'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nnu16v1MI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0WaVrhv2B4Q/s72-c/Kaden+and+Kristen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8179742097102319234</id><published>2010-03-31T10:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:57:27.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brendyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Brendyn is  changing and growing in leaps and bounds!  He is working hard in 5th  grade and is proud to have improved in many areas.  He spent some extra  time at our house over his spring break and was a big help, always  asking me what he could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves playing with  Kaden...and while sometimes they fight like brothers, for the most part  they can't wait to spend time together.  They love playing their video  games together, making a fort out of their bunk beds, and making tracks  with sidewalk chalk to ride scooters on.  Brendyn also sometimes gets to  have an air soft war (air soft guns are like bb guns with much lighter  bb's) with Jordan, which he loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is a different story  than it was a few years ago.  It's amazing to watch him maturing and  becoming more and more responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nlp-nt9uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/VXAla7ifbwc/s1600/004+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nlp-nt9uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/VXAla7ifbwc/s320/004+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454815345534432994" 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/4812984759451605988-8179742097102319234?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8179742097102319234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8179742097102319234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8179742097102319234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8179742097102319234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/03/brendyn-is-changing-and-growing-in.html' title='Brendyn'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7Nlp-nt9uI/AAAAAAAAAoI/VXAla7ifbwc/s72-c/004+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8196973165357961736</id><published>2010-03-29T12:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T07:48:35.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt; also just turned&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; 14 last week!  She is happy to have contact lenses now too and loves her new look:)  For her birthday she &lt;/span&gt;got to go to the Trace Adkins concert and had a blast.  She is a typical teen and loves music and texting her friends, you should see how fast she is at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is a smart, sweet, laid back girl who loves life and is easy to   please.  I remember dancing with her at a wedding when I first met her   dad...she was just 9 years old then.  We use to talk about  little girl   stuff like toys and dolls,  now she likes to talk about make up and   boys!  It is a joy watching her growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7NgG9G4JoI/AAAAAAAAAno/bdlDv_egiVc/s1600/006+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7NgG9G4JoI/AAAAAAAAAno/bdlDv_egiVc/s320/006+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454809246274692738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8196973165357961736?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8196973165357961736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8196973165357961736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8196973165357961736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8196973165357961736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/03/taylor.html' title='Taylor'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7NgG9G4JoI/AAAAAAAAAno/bdlDv_egiVc/s72-c/006+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4877907824659820163</id><published>2010-03-29T08:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:46:11.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up...Jordan</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while since I blogged, so I think we'll do the catching up thing one person at a time, and I'll start with Jordan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan turned 14 last month, and he is now as tall as me!  I knew it would happen, but still, sometimes I just stare at him and wonder where the years have gone.  He recently got contacts and loves them.  He only wears his glasses when he has to.  He continues to get straight A's in school and has every intention of keeping it up as he starts high school next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a very good kid who, of course, loves spending time with his friends.  Lately, air soft wars with the guys has been the thing to do.  And he is still into video games.  This week is spring break and he will be spending a few days with his Grandpa and cousins up at the "shack" and he can't wait!  He is looking forward to getting a new cell phone and is working on saving up the money for it.  He has recently informed me he wants to get a job this summer and already has all kinds of plans for his income.  He's not sure what he's going to do exactly, he might work with his Dad, he might look into being a caddy...I'm sure he will figure it out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Jordan, he is making it so easy to be the mother of a teenager.  He is so responsible and never makes me worry.  I'm not even nervous about the years to come, not with him.  Here he is on his birthday with his cousin, Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7C8XzYsWGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zBTap6uLVzY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7C8XzYsWGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zBTap6uLVzY/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454066265862461538" 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/4812984759451605988-4877907824659820163?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4877907824659820163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4877907824659820163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4877907824659820163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4877907824659820163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-upjordan.html' title='catching up...Jordan'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S7C8XzYsWGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/zBTap6uLVzY/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-6233391267976802736</id><published>2010-01-20T10:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:16:43.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photo tag</title><content type='html'>The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Open your first photo folder&lt;br /&gt;2) Scroll down to the 10th picture in your folder (if you don’t have 10 pictures, go to the next folder that does)&lt;br /&gt;3) Post that photo and tell your story behind the photo&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 5 friends to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all know the story behind the picture:)  But the reason it's still on my computer in the first folder is because I still haven't printed out any of our wedding pictures!  I know, pretty bad...but it's on my list if that means anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S1crY4SrgyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hAnolGalS7g/s1600-h/IMG_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S1crY4SrgyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hAnolGalS7g/s320/IMG_0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428855582246011682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy S, Ashley P, Sterling A, your it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-6233391267976802736?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6233391267976802736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=6233391267976802736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6233391267976802736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6233391267976802736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-tag.html' title='photo tag'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/S1crY4SrgyI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hAnolGalS7g/s72-c/IMG_0912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5788312111203711342</id><published>2009-11-29T09:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T09:36:32.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and just like that...</title><content type='html'>No more nuk, and no more diapers!  Last week, I lost Josie's blanket with her nuk attached (for real!)  She did fine during nap without it, so when I found it, I quickly lost it again.  She has not missed it nearly as much as I thought she would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, two days ago, Josie decided that it was time to put on her big girl undies and say goodbye to diapers.  It's the third day of potty training today, and she is doing awesome.  Very few accidents anymore!  She's so proud of herself:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it seems as if she is growing up overnight.  At 2 and a half...I couldn't be more proud of my little girl!  (and relieved to be done with diapers!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5788312111203711342?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5788312111203711342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5788312111203711342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5788312111203711342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5788312111203711342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-just-like-that.html' title='and just like that...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-204903153653336628</id><published>2009-10-17T10:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:47:38.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there were two...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Brett brought home a playmate for Maggie, a Tortie Point Siamese kitten.  She is so friendly and is happy to have found a home!  Josie insisted on calling her Bella, so we named her Isabella (Josie already has a cousin named Bella).  As you can see, the kitties are getting along great, as you can see:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Stnl6zpomhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7PxFdxD6M2A/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Stnl6zpomhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7PxFdxD6M2A/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393594827212888594" 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/4812984759451605988-204903153653336628?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/204903153653336628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=204903153653336628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/204903153653336628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/204903153653336628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-then-there-were-two.html' title='and then there were two...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Stnl6zpomhI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7PxFdxD6M2A/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2550788925599070437</id><published>2009-10-06T12:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:59:33.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>our new addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsuArhWrrTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Vf7sTxH_c9A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsuArhWrrTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Vf7sTxH_c9A/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389542864255167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we now have 5 kids AND a kitten:) She doesn't have a name yet, but she does have a home...we are all very excited to welcome her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out the picture below...it's me when I was 2 with my kitty!  I vaguely remembered pictures of me with a kitten when I was little and was inspired to find them.  But I had no idea that the kitty looked almost EXACTLY the same as the one I had just picked out!  Freaked me out a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsuArhWrrTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Vf7sTxH_c9A/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsyrGEE1p2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/4VTGUMldIws/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsyrGEE1p2I/AAAAAAAAAlo/4VTGUMldIws/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389870974717241186" 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/4812984759451605988-2550788925599070437?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2550788925599070437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2550788925599070437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2550788925599070437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2550788925599070437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-new-addition.html' title='our new addition...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SsuArhWrrTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Vf7sTxH_c9A/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8468659778456126075</id><published>2009-07-16T12:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:12:07.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye, crib...</title><content type='html'>...hello, big girl bed!  Well, it's just a toddler bed for now, but so far Josie is loving it and doing GREAT staying in it!  I'm so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eDOCCxVI/AAAAAAAAAko/3C4nFbnIzAA/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eDOCCxVI/AAAAAAAAAko/3C4nFbnIzAA/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359105490993464658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eDgriX8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/rNo-ty2t8HQ/s1600-h/002+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eDgriX8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/rNo-ty2t8HQ/s320/002+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359105495999340482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eD8CzZzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TcwUi_zOQm0/s1600-h/004+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eD8CzZzI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TcwUi_zOQm0/s320/004+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359105503344682802" 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/4812984759451605988-8468659778456126075?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8468659778456126075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8468659778456126075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8468659778456126075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8468659778456126075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-bye-crib.html' title='bye bye, crib...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Sl9eDOCCxVI/AAAAAAAAAko/3C4nFbnIzAA/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-6848315461015047010</id><published>2009-06-11T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:50:12.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>splish splash</title><content type='html'>One night a couple of weeks ago, someone else was in the bathroom and Josie was desperately in need of getting cleaned up from head to toe, so we improvised. She loved it so much, that now she asks all the time to take a bath in the sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjFCv0f2QGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YMTcEY6MpVo/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346127621978996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjFCv0f2QGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YMTcEY6MpVo/s320/015.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/4812984759451605988-6848315461015047010?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6848315461015047010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=6848315461015047010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6848315461015047010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6848315461015047010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/06/splish-splash.html' title='splish splash'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjFCv0f2QGI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YMTcEY6MpVo/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1431326402260335843</id><published>2009-06-10T13:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:55:24.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>backyard bunnies</title><content type='html'>They're back! We have baby bunnies in the backyard again this year. Thankfully, there are only 6 of them, not 15 like last year! The kids love to hold them...poor little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjABDvDJQpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wxJamVznmVM/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345773921369670290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjABDvDJQpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wxJamVznmVM/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjABDfLB86I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/18zTZEuFG54/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345773917107778466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjABDfLB86I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/18zTZEuFG54/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1431326402260335843?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1431326402260335843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1431326402260335843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1431326402260335843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1431326402260335843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/06/backyard-bunnies.html' title='backyard bunnies'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjABDvDJQpI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wxJamVznmVM/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5418360376788728013</id><published>2009-06-10T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:51:25.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>after bath shenanigans</title><content type='html'>Josie just doesn't want to stay inside, especially since we got the play house from Grandma and Grandpa! We have it right on our deck. The other night, after her bath, Josie disappeared right out the door before I could even get her pajamas on. Here is where I found her...peeking out of the door:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772980308887234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjAAM9UxRsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/FMJBpTjz01s/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5418360376788728013?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5418360376788728013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5418360376788728013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5418360376788728013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5418360376788728013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-bath-shenanigans.html' title='after bath shenanigans'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SjAAM9UxRsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/FMJBpTjz01s/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4986106840685497011</id><published>2009-06-10T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:42:41.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Brendyn turned 10 on the 10th of May, and Kaden turned 9 on the 31st. Brendyn's cake was a 'dirt' cake, and Kaden's is a Nintendo DS. They were both surprised with new DS Lites:) Happy birthday, kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345770108930126802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Si_9l0muc9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/4ZvWI32_z8U/s320/022-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345771175331679858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Si_-j5QqznI/AAAAAAAAAkA/33bC6b71QQY/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Si_5-3KxidI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7DRXgFvUYjQ/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345766141068413394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Si_5-3KxidI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7DRXgFvUYjQ/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-4986106840685497011?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4986106840685497011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4986106840685497011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4986106840685497011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4986106840685497011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/06/kaden-is-9.html' title='May birthdays!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Si_9l0muc9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/4ZvWI32_z8U/s72-c/022-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-3026926579828829006</id><published>2009-06-01T17:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:02:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at the zoo</title><content type='html'>Here's a slideshow from our trip to the zoo yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=8d40e10a1bd936d116f833" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=8d40e10a1bd936d116f833&amp;skin_id=1703&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=8d40e10a1bd936d116f833&amp;skin_id=1703&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/8d40e10a1bd936d116f833/1703.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span 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href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-zoo.html' title='a day at the zoo'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4684289898973923634</id><published>2009-05-21T13:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:48:21.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two years ago...</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, our little Josie was born...two very short years ago.   The time has gone by so fast, but I've enjoyed it so much, every minute of it!  As we've gone from teething rings and bottles, to dollies and slides, I've soaked it all up realizing how precious this time was.   While a tiny part of me is a little sad that my baby isn't a baby anymore, a very big part of me is so happy and proud of the little girl she is becoming.  She is a loving, curious, talkative, energetic, cheerful, and sweet little soul.   She is our daily reminder that miracles do happen and we thank God every day for her.   I don't know what we ever did without our little Josie!  We look forward to many years of watching her grow, learn, and live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of her birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd88uE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SgY1PNJQzgo/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd88uE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SgY1PNJQzgo/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338346603734684050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWfacySP9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/cXVsBvNamc4/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWfacySP9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/cXVsBvNamc4/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338348210070110162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8j0iaGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3sh8HCL8Fuc/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8j0iaGI/AAAAAAAAAjI/3sh8HCL8Fuc/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338346597050902626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8b0ZXTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k90JK2M9a8o/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8b0ZXTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/k90JK2M9a8o/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338346594902826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8IRKedI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fha-iIrpOTs/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd8IRKedI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fha-iIrpOTs/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338346589654776274" 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/4812984759451605988-4684289898973923634?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4684289898973923634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4684289898973923634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4684289898973923634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4684289898973923634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-years-ago.html' title='two years ago...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/ShWd88uE0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SgY1PNJQzgo/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5301199187409713587</id><published>2009-02-25T13:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:28:46.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>booga</title><content type='html'>So I went into the bathroom this morning and here's what I found!  When I said, "Josie, why did you do that?"  She gave me a one word reply..."booga".  Well, that answers that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWbiJATtpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9VSbcGMs0xs/s1600-h/019+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306818746761066130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWbiJATtpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9VSbcGMs0xs/s320/019+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306818750999276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWbiYyxqpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0flDrD6gM7M/s320/020+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5301199187409713587?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5301199187409713587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5301199187409713587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5301199187409713587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5301199187409713587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/02/booga.html' title='booga'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWbiJATtpI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9VSbcGMs0xs/s72-c/019+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8585565093482746641</id><published>2009-02-25T13:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:25:13.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here's what we've been up to...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaden continues to do well in Tae Kwon Do!  He just got his "high yellow" belt (yellow with a white stripe) at the end of January...and he's still loving it.  Go Kaden!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I brought Kaden to a Valentine's Day dance at his school.  Wow, was that a busy place to be, but he had a lot of fun dancing with his friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still doing child care at home and it's going very well.  The kids are definitely growing closer to each other, and to me as well.  They get so excited to see each other, and I love the little "I love you Julie"s that I hear on occasion.  They really are all sweethearts.  Oh, and the parents are wonderful to work with, too.  Really, it couldn't be going better!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been watching a lot of Joyce Meyer lately...I find her very inspirational!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josie is adding new words on to her vocabulary every day.  She's now 21 months and growing up so fast.  Her hair is getting long, too and every day she looks more like a little girl than a baby.  Although I asked her yesterday if she was a big girl or if she was still my baby.  She pointed to herself and said, "baby Josie".  Good answer:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jordan is doing his 30 hour famine at church this weekend.  Yes, they go 30 full hours without any food!  The kids don't have to do this, but it is an option and can fill a requirement for confirmation.  They have an overnight lock in with lots of fun activities planned...and all the juice they want.  Then, of course, they have a feast planned to break the fast after the time is up.  It makes me nervous, but I know they take precautions and have food there if needed...I'm thinking of doing it with him from home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's about all I can come up with for now...I'll try to be a little more consistent with updates!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8585565093482746641?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8585565093482746641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8585565093482746641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8585565093482746641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8585565093482746641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2673347876036548265</id><published>2009-02-25T12:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:05:53.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my son, the teenager</title><content type='html'>So somehow, it happened! My first baby turned 13 on the 20th! Does that make me feel old? You bet it does, but most of all I feel very proud. Jordan is a very good kid. He has not given me a reason to fear the teenage years at all. He has straight A's in school (he's in 7th grade), he is a very considerate friend, he's happy and outgoing, he's respectful, kind, and responsible. I am very lucky to be able to say that he has made being his mother very easy! I have enjoyed every day with him and I look forward to many more. I love you, Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWUHS2IDmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/W7Uyk1ClcdM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306810588964851298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWUHS2IDmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/W7Uyk1ClcdM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306810593612091362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWUHkKHT-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w1MGi9IDVIU/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&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/4812984759451605988-2673347876036548265?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2673347876036548265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2673347876036548265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2673347876036548265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2673347876036548265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-son-teenager.html' title='my son, the teenager'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWUHS2IDmI/AAAAAAAAAhA/W7Uyk1ClcdM/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9190827372914180889</id><published>2009-02-25T12:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:50:40.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a Valentine's Day party on Friday (the 13th) with all the day care kids, and Jordan and Kaden (they had the day off of school) We made pink heart pancakes for breakfast, danced, exchanged Valentines, and ate some candy and junk food. Here are a couple of pictures...can you say "excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806831841962866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWQsmeOa3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/jHqs_rhJNHo/s320/031.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806828822652962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWQsbOXaCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/E9QE7PKrO-Q/s320/064-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this was a special message for me from Kaden...my sweet boy:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWQsOtJItI/AAAAAAAAAgo/2xXQvMQI_80/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306806825462080210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWQsOtJItI/AAAAAAAAAgo/2xXQvMQI_80/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9190827372914180889?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9190827372914180889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9190827372914180889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9190827372914180889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9190827372914180889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SaWQsmeOa3I/AAAAAAAAAg4/jHqs_rhJNHo/s72-c/031.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9036100581132217217</id><published>2008-10-27T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:43:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where does the time go...seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;With having no spare time to blog lately...which 5 kids will do to you...I leave you with one thought...PEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921457041392386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SQYZr7L1QwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z-1IVx4ckLk/s320/007+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9036100581132217217?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9036100581132217217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9036100581132217217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9036100581132217217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9036100581132217217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-does-time-goseriously.html' title='where does the time go...seriously'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SQYZr7L1QwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/z-1IVx4ckLk/s72-c/007+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5627270765800315396</id><published>2008-08-25T21:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:39:36.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a few of her favorite things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Josie turned 15 months old the other day! She is a joy beyond words. Here are a few of her favorite things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing outside, toddling up and down the sidewalk, picking up the rocks and giving them to Mommy (wondering why I keep putting them back)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsBOaM99I/AAAAAAAAAW4/HBsoYWz7tkw/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238649559865685970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsBOaM99I/AAAAAAAAAW4/HBsoYWz7tkw/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; playing in the sandbox, laying down in the sand, digging a little with a shovel, trying a bite here and there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsBmlPWKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xUju8TIahGE/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238649566354430114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsBmlPWKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xUju8TIahGE/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopping along the way to smell the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsCHuQbCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kEioGEQIjJI/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238649575250619426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsCHuQbCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/kEioGEQIjJI/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and enjoying a popsicle every chance she gets (especially after owies)...they can fix anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsCopFXiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/M980zWY-ygQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238649584087293474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsCopFXiI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/M980zWY-ygQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a few more of her favorite things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;exclaiming "ahh da" whenever she decides she is finished with something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kissing anything that remotely resembles a baby ("day dee")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding her "day dee" her bottle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waving "ba bye" to anything or anyone leaving including cars going by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catching bubbles, and tasting the bubble wand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her bottle ("ba ba")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;following all burps with a fake one or two, then a laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to copy a wink by scrunching up both eyes really tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking from a straw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spinning and spinning and spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancing by bouncing up and down at the knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;climbing up the slide...all the way to the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulling the petals off Mommy's roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going "ba bye"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her blanky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulling her hair clips out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;screaming really loud when she doesn't get what she wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reading books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing songs, even humming along when I hum to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing peek a boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tickling toes and playing "this little piggy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving eskimo and butterfly kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bedtime snuggles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making Mommy smile:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5627270765800315396?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5627270765800315396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5627270765800315396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5627270765800315396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5627270765800315396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-of-her-favorite-things.html' title='a few of her favorite things...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SLNsBOaM99I/AAAAAAAAAW4/HBsoYWz7tkw/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-931828263521579255</id><published>2008-08-10T13:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:57:33.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cloth diapering</title><content type='html'>I starting using cloth diapers on Josie when my sister helped me become aware of some pretty scary facts. Some people have given me "that look" like your crazy for using the "old-fashioned" diapers, but when they hear some of the reasons, suddenly I'm not so crazy anymore. Anyway, I thought this might be a great place to share some things I've learned about diapers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disposable diapers "feel dryer" so they are changed less often (sometimes as infrequently as every 4-5 hours) allowing more bacteria to grow thus increasing the incidence of diaper rash. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furthermore, plastic does not "breathe" to let out the ammonia formed in the bacterial breakdown of urine, while a cotton diaper and nylon or wool wrap are breathable, allowing air to circula te to the baby's skin, keeping it healthy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of a more serious concern, disposable diapers contain traces of Dioxin, an extremely toxic by-product of the paper-bleaching process. It is a carcinogenic chemical, listed by the EPA as the most toxic of all cancer-linked chemicals. It has not only been shown to cause cancer, but also birth defects, liver damage, and skin diseases. It is banned in most countries, but not the U.S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disposable diapers contain Tributyl-tin (TBT) - a toxic pollutant known to cause hormonal problems in humans and animals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disposable diapers contain sodium polyacrylate, a type of super absorbent polymer (SAP), which becomes a gel-like substance when wet. A similar substance had been used in super-absorbancy tampons until the early 1980s when it was revealed that the material increased the risk of toxic shock syndrome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In May 2000, the Archives of Disease in Childhood published research showing that scrotal temperature is increased in boys wearing disposable diapers, and that prolonged use of disposable diapers will blunt or completely abolish the physiological testicular cooling mechanism important for normal spermatogenesis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then of course you have the environmental aspect that I won't go into detail about, check out the links below for more info.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cloth diapers are way cheaper over time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mothering.com/articles/new_baby/diapers/joy-of-cloth.html"&gt;http://www.mothering.com/articles/new_baby/diapers/joy-of-cloth.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realdiaperassociation.org/diaperfacts.php"&gt;http://www.realdiaperassociation.org/diaperfacts.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's too bad that more people aren't aware of these facts, but there you have them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-931828263521579255?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/931828263521579255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=931828263521579255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/931828263521579255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/931828263521579255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/08/cloth-diapering.html' title='cloth diapering'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5216437007445213201</id><published>2008-07-31T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:01:16.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister...</title><content type='html'>This morning Jordan and Taylor came up with something that made me laugh...a lot!  I overheard Jordan refer to Brendyn as "my brother from another mother".  Now this I had heard before but then he said, "and Josie is my sister from another mister".  Made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5216437007445213201?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5216437007445213201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5216437007445213201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5216437007445213201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5216437007445213201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sister.html' title='my sister...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4069065206371126592</id><published>2008-07-27T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:48.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer summer summer,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I know it's been a while, but here are a few recent pictures.  This one was before Josie's first trip to the beach!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy6aSyUGBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sefusk9nAS4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227758228352538642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy6aSyUGBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sefusk9nAS4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is playing in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy6alFcbeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/quEkVRL8ldM/s1600-h/015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227758233264614882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy6alFcbeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/quEkVRL8ldM/s320/015-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here Josie is all set to go...somewhere, even though she will have to drag the bag behind her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy5-OSTOdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MfS-HDKfWlw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227757746108185042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy5-OSTOdI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MfS-HDKfWlw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's see, what else is new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jordan has swimmer's ear again, just like last summer.  He was in the ER Wednesday night and then Saturday back in to see the doc because it got worse.  The drops weren't getting in where they needed to go so it spread to a middle as well as outer ear infection, very painful.  Poor kid, so now he's on oral antibiotics, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got a new swingset, or at least new to us.  My brother, Jody, was looking to find a new home for the one he made now that his kids outgrew it so we gladly accepted!  And another brother, Jeff, was kind enough to help haul it here and put it back together, which was a 2 day job!  Thanks Uncle Jeff!!  Did I mention it's a giant one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaden and Brendyn have spent lots and lots of time playing "Tarzan" on the new swingset!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jordan and Kaden took swimming lessons for the first time this month and they both passed with flying colors.  In fact, Jordan advanced all the way from level 2 to level 5 in three short weeks!  Now they can both swim like little fishies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I started a new job.  I am no longer working for my Dad, I started doing home day care again.  It was getting way too hard bringing Josie to work with me and it was time for a change.  Now Josie has playmates, and Mommy only has to do one job at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Josie is talking a little more here and there.  She now says, "Daddy", "teys" (for keys), "oots" (for oops), "kickle kickle" (when she decides to tickle tickle your toes, or hers), "ee" (for peek), and "mmmm" after she takes a drink or bite of something  yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She also understands more and more all the time of what we are saying.  She loves to do "This Little Piggy" and she can find her belly button...or anyone elses, too!  It's hilarious!  She gives kisses and comes up to you saying "mm ma", then plants one on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I'm thinking of taking her off of the "older infant formula" soon since she is eating like a champ, except for vegetables.  But she learned that from Brendyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are going camping next weekend with Sarah and Sonia and their families.  My biggest challenge is figuring out who we have to strap to the roof of the van because we will never fit everything in the van with all 5 kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-4069065206371126592?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4069065206371126592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4069065206371126592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4069065206371126592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4069065206371126592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-summer-summer.html' title='summer summer summer,'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SIy6aSyUGBI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sefusk9nAS4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-367606130205488767</id><published>2008-06-21T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:59:56.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new words</title><content type='html'>Josie has been trying very hard the last few days to mimic words that she hears.  She can say "eye", "mama", "dada", "fa" (for fan) and has attempted a couple others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning during our morning snuggle in Mommy and Daddy's bed, Josie was looking at the picture of the flowers on wall.  I said "flowers", and Josie replied with a her very own version of the word..."FOWIE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times you hear a child learning new words, it never stops being amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-367606130205488767?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/367606130205488767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=367606130205488767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/367606130205488767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5791243334081779555</id><published>2008-05-31T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:18:56.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaden is 8!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the sweetest boy I know! Kaden...you have all of my heart.  I love you so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, the song in the slideshow is the song Kaden and I sing when I tuck him in at night, or at lease a version of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=5c55939b5a6dbdd3e20e54" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=5c55939b5a6dbdd3e20e54&amp;skin_id=1704&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=5c55939b5a6dbdd3e20e54&amp;skin_id=1704&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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your first balloon&lt;br /&gt;I let you play with the real remote&lt;br /&gt;rip up the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;push buttons on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;eat on my lap&lt;br /&gt;bite my nose&lt;br /&gt;mush up a whole cupcake&lt;br /&gt;I treasured every giggle&lt;br /&gt;gave you extra kisses&lt;br /&gt;played with you a little more&lt;br /&gt;held you a little tighter&lt;br /&gt;rocked you a little longer&lt;br /&gt;put you to bed a little later&lt;br /&gt;prayed for you a little harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when you were asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went into your room to check on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked at you a little closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how tiny you once were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much we had gone through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how far you've come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how tall you've grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how much you've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how proud I am of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I envisioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the years to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what each one would bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dollies, wagons, picking flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pony tails, beaches, and bugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baking, shopping, painting nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lots of kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then as my heart overflowed&lt;br /&gt;and as the tears fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had never felt so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then right there in your room as you slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one year made one word real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1175604902543880336?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1175604902543880336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1175604902543880336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1175604902543880336'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7378110710816092128</id><published>2008-05-10T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:39:49.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>A few things that we have been up to in the last few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kaden had a field trip to the YMCA to go swimming yesterday.  I overheard him telling Brendyn about a concern he discussed with his friend, Paul, in the locker room while they were getting ready.  Kaden apparently said to Paul, "I can't believe the girls are going to see my nipples!"  Oh boy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been working hard outside on our landscaping.  We replaced or moved most of our bushes and are putting in stone instead of the mulch we had.  I planted 6 rose bushes and I am thrilled that they all appear to be thriving!  I was never promised a rose garden, but I am enjoying mine nonetheless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jordan has started playing flag football again!  He is becoming more and more social every day, and we don't see much of him lately.  Right now he is playing flashlight tag with a group of guys in the neighborhood.  To be 12 again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josie has taken her first steps...and she has learned how to SCREEEAM very loudly, hmmm, around here, who'da thunk it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taylor has been playing the piano and tennis.  We went and watched her tennis match today, and although her team didn't win the match, they won more of their games than last time...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brett started a new job!  He decided to go with an inside sales position here in Appleton, something more stable than the real estate market has been.  We are both thankful for the consistent paycheck as well as the routine and regular hours the job provides.  And so far he is enjoying it quite a bit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brendyn turned 9 years old today...happy birthday, kiddo!  We celebrated with a small family party and a homemade ice cream cake!  YUM!  I was very impressed with how the other kids gave him some of their own toys or games (that they no longer play with) that they knew he would like.  I could just feel the love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh yeah, Josie and I bought a couple of fishies the other day!  She loves to watch them swimming around in their little tank, and so far, they are still alive...whew!  We are still trying to come up with names for them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's about it for now...thanks for stopping by!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7378110710816092128?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7378110710816092128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7378110710816092128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7378110710816092128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7378110710816092128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-945857666284443696</id><published>2008-05-10T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:07:01.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo!  Tax money...</title><content type='html'>...and just in time for a new dishwasher! Ours conked out on us slowly over the last month or so and I'm so tired of washing all the dishes by hand...honestly, I've been spending forever in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...there are just some things about the good old days that are not so good, and washing dishes is one of those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-945857666284443696?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/945857666284443696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=945857666284443696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/945857666284443696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/945857666284443696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/05/woo-hoo-tax-money.html' title='Woo hoo!  Tax money...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2952752214232465326</id><published>2008-04-12T08:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:49.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie's latest facial expression...she does it dozens of times every day, and it cracks me up every time! Oh, in the picture she's modeling the newest of my creations...I have been sewing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SAC-bel-UyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ayXbNNqm_nY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188356150008894242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SAC-bel-UyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ayXbNNqm_nY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And here she is...busted messing up my bowls in the kitchen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188358456406332226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SADAhul-U0I/AAAAAAAAAWY/xsFTuwK64A0/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2952752214232465326?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2952752214232465326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2952752214232465326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2952752214232465326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2952752214232465326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohhh.html' title='ohhh!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/SAC-bel-UyI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ayXbNNqm_nY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4956516530085716152</id><published>2008-04-10T15:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:37:03.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thought of the day</title><content type='html'>...sometimes I don't know why this old world can't leave well enough alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;name that song and singer for bonus points...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-4956516530085716152?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4956516530085716152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4956516530085716152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4956516530085716152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4956516530085716152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-of-day.html' title='thought of the day'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5998611076323434222</id><published>2008-04-10T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:34:05.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby update</title><content type='html'>Little Rylee continues to do well. She has spent some time under the bili lights, has been digesting her feedings, and has put on a couple of ounces. She did need a blood transfusion because of low hemoglobin, but is still breathing all on her own and is very fiesty:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5998611076323434222?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5998611076323434222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5998611076323434222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5998611076323434222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5998611076323434222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-update.html' title='baby update'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1868234274214863964</id><published>2008-03-31T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:49.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome, rylee marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece had her baby at 27 weeks 4 days this past Saturday morning.  Labor was imminant and she was breach so they took her c section.  Rylee Marie weighed in at 2 lb 5 oz and 15.25 inches long. As of yesterday morning she is miraculously breathing all on her own! No respirator, no CPAP...nothing. I was lucky enough to sneak in a visit today and I was truly in awe. I will keep you up to date on how this new little one is doing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184003609742670258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R_FH0SkN-bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CgdkhAF2DEI/s320/Rylee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R_FHoikN-aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YCQSHQxI5KA/s1600-h/Rylee.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812984759451605988-1868234274214863964?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1868234274214863964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1868234274214863964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1868234274214863964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1868234274214863964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/welcome-rylee-marie.html' title='welcome, rylee marie'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R_FH0SkN-bI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CgdkhAF2DEI/s72-c/Rylee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9157519971703203285</id><published>2008-03-17T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:55:03.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update on Kristen</title><content type='html'>Last night Kristen started bleeding from what is most likely a placental abruption, her placenta is peeling away from the wall of the uterus. Her and the baby are still stable, but her doctor doesn't think it will be long before the baby is born. The risk of infection is high, even though she is on antibiotics, because her water is broken, so they wouldn't try to stop contractions if they were to start. They said that her body doesn't want to be pregnant for some reason any more, and in this case it would be safer to let the baby come than to attempt to keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen will be 26 weeks pregnant tomorrow, which is a much better place to be at than she was a week ago, so that's great. But it's still very very early and they have a long road ahead of them with the best of circumstances. Please keep this little baby girl in your prayers so that she will be born strong and ready for her fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9157519971703203285?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9157519971703203285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9157519971703203285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9157519971703203285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9157519971703203285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/update-on-kristen.html' title='update on Kristen'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-6700979230375792174</id><published>2008-03-12T19:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:14:53.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>request for prayers</title><content type='html'>My niece, Kristen, is 25 weeks pregnant, and last night she started leaking amniotic fluid. They did an ultrasound and most of the fluid was gone but she was not having any contractions. She will need to stay in the hospital until the baby's born, which will hopefully not be for another 7 weeks at least. She is on meds to ward off infection and has gotten the steroid shots to help mature the lungs. Now she waits...Please pray that this baby is able to stay put long enough to come out healthy and strong! I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-6700979230375792174?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6700979230375792174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=6700979230375792174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6700979230375792174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6700979230375792174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/request-for-prayers.html' title='request for prayers'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1278040022395394305</id><published>2008-03-10T13:07:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:50.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just because...</title><content type='html'>I took a lot of pictures over the weekend, here are some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V8zjkM3aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RoNE-li2tDA/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176180571894504866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V8zjkM3aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RoNE-li2tDA/s200/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V-czkM3cI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ei0VNtss31c/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176182380075736514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V-czkM3cI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ei0VNtss31c/s200/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V-BjkM3bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/hnij5TJMYfQ/s1600-h/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176181911924301234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V-BjkM3bI/AAAAAAAAAUw/hnij5TJMYfQ/s200/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9WAdTkM3hI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f9M1O-JIg-E/s1600-h/105.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176184587688926738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9WAdTkM3hI/AAAAAAAAAVg/f9M1O-JIg-E/s200/105.55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V_qTkM3fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8Gwo5sRkI4/s1600-h/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176183711515598322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V_qTkM3fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/h8Gwo5sRkI4/s200/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V72DkM3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bRq7zDVgx_g/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176179515332550034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V72DkM3ZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/bRq7zDVgx_g/s200/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V_UTkM3eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/X5CpAViVca8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176183333558476258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V_UTkM3eI/AAAAAAAAAVI/X5CpAViVca8/s200/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9WCATkM3iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9HkQTzIex0A/s1600-h/050.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176186288495975970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9WCATkM3iI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9HkQTzIex0A/s200/050.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V6yzkM3WI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PFOcESSXM4Y/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1278040022395394305?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1278040022395394305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1278040022395394305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1278040022395394305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1278040022395394305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-because.html' title='just because...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R9V8zjkM3aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RoNE-li2tDA/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2154012868190219117</id><published>2008-03-03T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:50.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new trick</title><content type='html'>Josie was suppose to be going to sleep tonight when Daddy caught her standing up in her crib for the first time.   She was so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8ytvsH7nMI/AAAAAAAAATY/-XsyHVmANeU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173701106751741122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8ytvsH7nMI/AAAAAAAAATY/-XsyHVmANeU/s400/003.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/4812984759451605988-2154012868190219117?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2154012868190219117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2154012868190219117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2154012868190219117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2154012868190219117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-trick.html' title='new trick'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8ytvsH7nMI/AAAAAAAAATY/-XsyHVmANeU/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1109722072351519738</id><published>2008-03-02T21:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:54:53.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blog name change</title><content type='html'>Just wanted you all to note that I've given my blog a more positive name (it was Stop the Ride)...it's a reflection of a bit of an attitude adjustment on my part. For those of you who know me well, I've already said enough. For those of you who aren't as familiar with the workings of my mind, lets just say that I'm trying to count my blessings:) I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1109722072351519738?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1109722072351519738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1109722072351519738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1109722072351519738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1109722072351519738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-name-change.html' title='blog name change'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5495788103405342334</id><published>2008-03-01T10:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:51.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mKu4e6Q8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/VqhwJYqxNdY/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172818185052373954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mKu4e6Q8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/VqhwJYqxNdY/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fort Fun!! Here are Josie and Kaden in a fort they built by the couch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8r8goe6Q_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/W2ulM8rOwls/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173224759541515250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8r8goe6Q_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/W2ulM8rOwls/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Get ready...first the pillow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8r7yIe6Q-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ppHi3Bmu6-U/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173223960677598178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8r7yIe6Q-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ppHi3Bmu6-U/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mKvYe6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_Db9-uSZOtg/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mJuoe6Q7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/t2lZBs_TN5k/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...then the blanket...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c73ac598f3548fef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc73ac598f3548fef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331061174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5671FA26610A9F82C872889457908413B9B5A3F7.38801F36A00A4153F57543DF2C5439666CE3B819%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc73ac598f3548fef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlWJwKfgYRrmEMcxTPXkWj_WDODA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc73ac598f3548fef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331061174%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5671FA26610A9F82C872889457908413B9B5A3F7.38801F36A00A4153F57543DF2C5439666CE3B819%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc73ac598f3548fef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlWJwKfgYRrmEMcxTPXkWj_WDODA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/4812984759451605988-5495788103405342334?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5495788103405342334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5495788103405342334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5495788103405342334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5495788103405342334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-morning-fun.html' title='Saturday Morning Fun'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8mKu4e6Q8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/VqhwJYqxNdY/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2274985660798119544</id><published>2008-03-01T08:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:51.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's 12!!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we celebrated Jordan's 12th birthday! Here he is as a baby:) Him and his friends decorated the cake all by themselves, don't you love it?? Happy Birthday, Sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lm8Ie6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4PL7v0UkQsA/s1600-h/baby+jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172778830267040594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lm8Ie6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4PL7v0UkQsA/s400/baby+jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lmA4e6QzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/acm6HYV972Q/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172777812359791410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lmA4e6QzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/acm6HYV972Q/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lmB4e6Q0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BlNZhMpSBdk/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172777829539660610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lmB4e6Q0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/BlNZhMpSBdk/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2274985660798119544?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2274985660798119544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2274985660798119544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2274985660798119544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2274985660798119544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/03/jordans-12.html' title='Jordan&apos;s 12!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8lm8Ie6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4PL7v0UkQsA/s72-c/baby+jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9192145140649005506</id><published>2008-02-28T21:37:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:51.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight Kaden and Brendyn were playing Cadoo...a game that sometimes involves one player drawing a word that the other players have to guess. Brendyn was up and had to draw something, but he had no idea how to go about putting this secret image onto paper. Kaden had the solution,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's easy!" he said, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"you just trace your imagination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! Now why didn't I think of that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172780230426379106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8loNoe6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uRAWrdzlAvk/s200/little+Kaden.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kaden when he was little:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9192145140649005506?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9192145140649005506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9192145140649005506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9192145140649005506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9192145140649005506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/imagination.html' title='Imagination'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8loNoe6Q2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/uRAWrdzlAvk/s72-c/little+Kaden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-571775526733042300</id><published>2008-02-25T14:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:54.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie Little Josie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014010807986882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8Mh2HrHKsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pxM0cXcO9zA/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Josie just had her 9 month check up last week, and she is doing great! She is reaching all of her developmental milestones and we are so proud of her. She is crawling and kneeling (not quite standing) up on things. She is clapping and even doing "SO BIG" with her little hands together over her head:) And you should hear her little giggle, it just cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing the doc was concerned about was her weight gain. She went from the 80th percentile down to the 30th in the last 3 months. She now weighs 17 lbs. 14 oz, a whole pound less than her 6 month old cousin, Joseph! But the little stinker just isn't very interested in solids AT ALL! We're doing everything to entice her to eat, but for now it's mostly the bottle for her. I don't think I'm quite as concerned as the doc at this point, I'm not a big believer in those growth charts, and she is doing so well in every other area. Sooner or later every child grows and learns to eat, but for now, our little Josie, will be little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8MiPnrHKuI/AAAAAAAAANM/vsAAWHlDxxA/s1600-h/85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014448894651106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8MiPnrHKuI/AAAAAAAAANM/vsAAWHlDxxA/s400/85.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8Mh23rHKtI/AAAAAAAAANE/O5LH9mkZknA/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171014023692888786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8Mh23rHKtI/AAAAAAAAANE/O5LH9mkZknA/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8Mf5nrHKpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UgXRsr9dq_I/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812984759451605988-571775526733042300?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/571775526733042300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=571775526733042300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/571775526733042300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/571775526733042300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/josie-little-josie.html' title='Josie Little Josie'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R8Mh2HrHKsI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pxM0cXcO9zA/s72-c/077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5149769094639727777</id><published>2008-02-16T12:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:12:00.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Here is a gift I made for Brett for Valentine's Day:)  By the way, the second song on the slide show is the one he played while he proposed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=4b8c0b654dcedef6d3d98f" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=4b8c0b654dcedef6d3d98f&amp;skin_id=1703&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=4b8c0b654dcedef6d3d98f&amp;skin_id=1703&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/4b8c0b654dcedef6d3d98f/1703.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812984759451605988-5149769094639727777?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5149769094639727777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5149769094639727777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5149769094639727777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5149769094639727777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7604865823087180938</id><published>2008-01-22T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:54.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Munchkin is 8 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 8 months, Josie! Here she is taking a bath. She loves the tub, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the camera...whenever she sees it she opens her mouth and gets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all excited and full of smiles.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBPi_UmI/AAAAAAAAAME/9qZgOio3Jks/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480868854944354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBPi_UmI/AAAAAAAAAME/9qZgOio3Jks/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naptime...all that scooting around on her tummy tired her right out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, she's catching a nasty cold...poor baby!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBfi_UnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_6iGPm7BRg/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480873149911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBfi_UnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/K_6iGPm7BRg/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan tried a hat on Josie and took a few pictures, it looks like she's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waving at us in this one. By the way, I've been sewing again and I made the jammies she has on.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBvi_UoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dcof4O3XG9s/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480877444878978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBvi_UoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dcof4O3XG9s/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is with her big sister, and both of them are in their new jammy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pants...I made them, too:) Everyone in the family got a pair, I've been busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abB_i_UpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RcUQGQXvEIM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158480881739846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abB_i_UpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RcUQGQXvEIM/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7604865823087180938?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7604865823087180938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7604865823087180938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7604865823087180938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7604865823087180938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-little-munchkin-is-8-months-old.html' title='Our Little Munchkin is 8 Months Old!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R5abBPi_UmI/AAAAAAAAAME/9qZgOio3Jks/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2777354969479831644</id><published>2008-01-05T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T19:45:52.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Teachers</title><content type='html'>Today Kaden and Brendyn were working on a little art project and they got on the subject of art teachers.  Here's what Kaden had to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, art teachers aren't very smart, they're just obsessed with art."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2777354969479831644?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2777354969479831644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2777354969479831644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2777354969479831644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2777354969479831644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2008/01/art-teachers.html' title='Art Teachers'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1764153655010818030</id><published>2007-12-31T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:56.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I never did send out Christmas cards this year...but if I had, this would have been the picture on them:) We hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150317729458115122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mar_i_UjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yamw-OtYYzs/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our family had a wonderful Christmas with family. We did lots of visiting, cooking, eating, and the kids got way too many gifts, including a Nintendo Wii from Santa! They were all very surprised and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie took her first trip to the mall to visit Santa, and she wasn't even scared. She did, however, try to pull on his suspender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150316544047141378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mZm_i_UgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/JgtYRqYzCKk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's Kaden dressed up in his Nerf Dart Tag gear that him and Brendyn got from Santa. He added his winter hat and gloves to the outfit for added effect. HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mbrvi_UlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zw-LtuwBMSg/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150318824674775634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mbrvi_UlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Zw-LtuwBMSg/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were lucky enough to have Sarah and Sterling and the kids stay with us for FOUR nights! The kids had sooo much fun playing with all the new toys, and Sarah and I got to do a lot of catching up...and shopping:) Brett and Sterling played with Brett's new remote control helicopter until it broke when it crashed into the ceiling (don't worry, Sterling, I won't mention who did it!) Oh, and by the way, they fixed it and it works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150317458875175458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3macPi_UiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/df9dTApy4P4/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Joseph and Josie had a blast smiling at each other and rolling around on the floor. Josie was a little confused as to why she couldn't grab Joseph and bite him like she does everything else, but some day she'll understand. They were so cute together, and it was so amazing to realize how fast they are growing! We are just trying to enjoy every minute with our little babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mbLfi_UkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O2pOYbXJW2w/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150318270623994434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mbLfi_UkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/O2pOYbXJW2w/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's all the big kids having popcorn on the couch over the weekend...talk about growing fast!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1764153655010818030?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1764153655010818030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1764153655010818030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1764153655010818030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1764153655010818030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R3mar_i_UjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/yamw-OtYYzs/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2254215155709168820</id><published>2007-12-07T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:56.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe She Does Like It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...when she feeds herself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1mylsrmImI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MVyuD5TGbDE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141336810339050082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1mylsrmImI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MVyuD5TGbDE/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2254215155709168820?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2254215155709168820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2254215155709168820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2254215155709168820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2254215155709168820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-she-does-like-it.html' title='Maybe She Does Like It...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1mylsrmImI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MVyuD5TGbDE/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2602655975341686830</id><published>2007-12-05T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:57.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who'da Thunk It??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what Josie thinks of rice cereal...for that matter, it's what she thinks of oatmeal, bananas, and applesauce also! She doesn't care to eat solids at all yet, who'da thunk it??&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140692560949682722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dopcrmIiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8kqbptXc9n0/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Josie with her two fangs (just like her big brothers looked as babies:) Oh, and tonight I noticed a brand new tooth, one of the front ones! Her and Kaden are both getting them in at the same time...again, who'da thunk it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dpUMrmIkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Qsa_L_eTBpU/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140693295389090370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dpUMrmIkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Qsa_L_eTBpU/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wow, I have toes!" Who'da thunk it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dpGMrmIjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/y7gFmIYRZrM/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140693054870921778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dpGMrmIjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/y7gFmIYRZrM/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, my two boys who so badly wanted a little brother actually love their little sister...who'da thunk it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140693900979479122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dp3crmIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jPU_bqirmko/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2602655975341686830?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2602655975341686830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2602655975341686830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2602655975341686830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2602655975341686830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/12/whoda-thunk-it.html' title='Who&apos;da Thunk It??'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/R1dopcrmIiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/8kqbptXc9n0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2010356868859566586</id><published>2007-11-04T12:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:57.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out Those Eyelashes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She doesn't get those from her mama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ry4QGV8jonI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DZr23Avvhug/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129054726777971314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ry4QGV8jonI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DZr23Avvhug/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2010356868859566586?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2010356868859566586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2010356868859566586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2010356868859566586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2010356868859566586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-those-eyelashes.html' title='Check Out Those Eyelashes!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ry4QGV8jonI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DZr23Avvhug/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1761453761845975318</id><published>2007-10-26T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:58.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's been a whole month since I've posted, but here's what's going on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We spent a day at High Cliff picnicing, playing football, playing with sticks, and climbing trees.  It reminded me of what we did all the time when I was little:)  Everyone had a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jordan finished up his flag football season and went undefeated, 6-0!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie got her first THREE teeth!  She also rolled over once:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We carved pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sarah and Sonia came to visit with their babies and the time went way too fast.  I'll post pictures from that when I download them (I'm a little behind if you haven't noticed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, more to come as soon as I get a chance!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125729618931982914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyI_7l8jokI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rjNEAVs_hC4/s320/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyJAeV8jomI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ae18qVhYNVA/s1600-h/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125730215932437090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyJAeV8jomI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ae18qVhYNVA/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyJAQl8jolI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZQ5Phy9fQa8/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125729979709235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyJAQl8jolI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZQ5Phy9fQa8/s320/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1761453761845975318?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1761453761845975318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1761453761845975318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1761453761845975318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1761453761845975318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/10/miscellaneous-month.html' title='Miscellaneous month!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RyI_7l8jokI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rjNEAVs_hC4/s72-c/158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-3265093374002992270</id><published>2007-09-26T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:40:08.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie's Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=3bf396461090839b187633" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=3bf396461090839b187633&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=3bf396461090839b187633&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/3bf396461090839b187633/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4812984759451605988-3265093374002992270?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3265093374002992270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=3265093374002992270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3265093374002992270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3265093374002992270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/09/josies-slideshow_26.html' title='Josie&apos;s Slideshow'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8295763863265303145</id><published>2007-09-02T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:59.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is my sweet little Josie...3 months old already! I took these pictures in the back yard the other day, it was so much fun! She is now eating 5 ounces at a time, sleeping all night most of the time, and cooing like crazy. We are all enjoying her so much. We thank God for her every day, and we can't imagine what we ever did without her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RttqteJwCiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UixhGEeBOXo/s1600-h/pose+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105791931975207458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RttqteJwCiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UixhGEeBOXo/s320/pose+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rttqj-JwChI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xf0B6Is2HV4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105791768766450194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rttqj-JwChI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Xf0B6Is2HV4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8295763863265303145?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8295763863265303145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8295763863265303145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8295763863265303145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8295763863265303145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-months-old.html' title='Three Months Old!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RttqteJwCiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UixhGEeBOXo/s72-c/pose+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8756611020145041857</id><published>2007-08-23T11:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:59.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Packer Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, like it or not, I have another Packer fan in the house:)  The boys were so excited to get Josie in her little Packer outfit for the preseason Packer game tonight!  (The outfit is actually on loan from Josie's cousin, Charlotte.)  Apparantly, she loves the idea and is ready to cheer on the Packers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are all doing fine...as you can see, Josie is growing like crazy.  Now at 3 months old, she is sleeping 8-10 hours at night...WHEW!!  The kids are getting ready for school, (I've been ready for them to start for weeks!!) and Jordan is starting flag football!  As summer comes to an end, we are looking forward to a brand new season...I'm looking forward to the fall season, and the boys are looking forward to football season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rs27NeJwCeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RlUyLR1xleI/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101939792987294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rs27NeJwCeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RlUyLR1xleI/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rs266uJwCdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wCET89HmdTs/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101939470864746962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rs266uJwCdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wCET89HmdTs/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8756611020145041857?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8756611020145041857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8756611020145041857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8756611020145041857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8756611020145041857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/08/packer-thursday.html' title='Packer Thursday!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rs27NeJwCeI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RlUyLR1xleI/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-817610776469964529</id><published>2007-08-01T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:09:59.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things Kids Say!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RrBsd62Qw3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LoPf_tXJiXI/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093690439824884594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RrBsd62Qw3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LoPf_tXJiXI/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was tucking Kaden in bed the other night and we started having a little conversation...you know, those random thoughts that go through a 7 year old's head when they are suppose to be going to sleep? Well, we got on the subject of how God made the world along with the very first people on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kaden said, "yeah, you know, Odd and Even." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, close...Adam and Eve, Odd and Even...same thing, right?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-817610776469964529?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/817610776469964529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=817610776469964529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/817610776469964529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/817610776469964529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-kids-say.html' title='The Things Kids Say!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RrBsd62Qw3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LoPf_tXJiXI/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7541692644987517063</id><published>2007-07-25T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:00.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months Old!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqgA-K2Qw2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gdaiMAAU6mk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091320446806180706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqgA-K2Qw2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gdaiMAAU6mk/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie had her 2 month check up last Friday. She's up to 10lbs 12oz and 22.25 inches long already! She's gaining perfectly and is a very good baby! It's a lot of fun having a little baby in the house and we are all enjoying her very much. The time if flying by as I knew it would, but I am soaking up every precious moment with my baby girl. She has begun to smile at us, you know, real smiles and not just sleepy ones. She goes between 5 and 6 hours at night so we are able to get a little more sleep. And I have lots of help, especially from her big brother, Kaden, who is there every time I turn around talking to and playing with his little sister. It is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She truly is a miracle and we are very blessed to have our healthy little Josie:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqdyhK2Qw1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kwejd1FghX0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091163817938830162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqdyhK2Qw1I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kwejd1FghX0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqdxgK2QwzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0_reTOU87CI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091162701247333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqdxgK2QwzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0_reTOU87CI/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7541692644987517063?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7541692644987517063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7541692644987517063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7541692644987517063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7541692644987517063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-months-old.html' title='Two Months Old!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RqgA-K2Qw2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/gdaiMAAU6mk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1931186559393084879</id><published>2007-07-12T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:01.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, so I know it's been over a month since I last posted! But life has been a whirlwind around here. We are all doing fine, but we are recovering from an unexpected loss. Brett's Dad passed away on Saturday, June 30th from a massive heart attack. Last week was filled with all the activities involved with laying him to rest. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, little by little, God will heal the pain left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Needless to say, over the last month we have been very busy with our new little one. I've been trying to focus on the important things and on letting some things go (which I got very good at on bed rest:) Jordan looked outside at the lawn at one point and said, "the grass is longer than my hair!" If you've seen Jordan lately, that will be funny to you...he's going through that long hair phase. My thought is that we will have the rest of our lives for perfect landscaping, and a clean house, right now...the kids are what's important! I'm trying to enjoy every moment of being a mother of 5 children, and so far so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-: verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Summer is flying by so fast, I can't believe it's already half over! The kids have spent lots of time in the sandbox and sprinkler, and next week, Jordan will be starting a football camp! We haven't been able to get out and do a whole lot with Josie, but we've found enough to do around here to keep everyone out of trouble for the most part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie is doing great, eating every 2 to 3 hours...sometimes going 4 or even 5 at night! She will be 8 weeks old on Saturday already, amazing! She is a very good baby, and loves being held. We don't know what we ever did without her:) Her Baptism was the last Sunday in June...it was a wonderful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are a couple pics, I plan on adding more soon...and hopefully before another month has gone by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brendyn's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086450150044240402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RpazdlkeihI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d3ovwAtQaoY/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086453890960755282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rpa23VkeilI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_ovQl3BwgAE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sleeping like a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086453109276707378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rpa2J1keijI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Hyte1Mspw6w/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie's Baptism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086453117866641986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rpa2KVkeikI/AAAAAAAAAHE/sU2OR_giugU/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1931186559393084879?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1931186559393084879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1931186559393084879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1931186559393084879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1931186559393084879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/07/miscellaneous-thursday.html' title='Miscellaneous Thursday'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RpazdlkeihI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d3ovwAtQaoY/s72-c/071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-3546351649412187902</id><published>2007-06-09T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:42:00.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things NOT in the instruction manual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wait, what manual??!!  That's right, babies don't come with an instruction manual, but if they did, here are some things you probably would NOT find in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When changing a diaper, be sure to put the new diaper under the old one BEFORE opening the dirty one.  Babies are known to pee when air hits them, and they will poop more every time you try to wipe their pooper..so have 3 or 4 diapers ready at every diaper change as well as a new outfit or two just in case.  Especially in the middle of the night when this is more likely to occur.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking of diaper changes, do not be alarmed if it sounds like an explosion when your baby poops.  This is perfectly normal and does not cause your baby any harm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking of explosions, make sure to put diapers on rather snuggly.  Things have a very creative way of sneaking out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When feeding a bottle, have a burp rag handy to catch all the spills so you don't have to change the baby's outfit.  Babies can be very drippy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babies make lots and lots of laundry, so be prepared to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When picking up a hungry baby, beware of what comes near their mouth, they will try to suck on anything.  Your only warning is a wide open mouth swinging violently back and forth searching for anything that remotely resembles a nipple of any kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't be alarmed by sounds that the baby makes in her sleep, they may range anywhere from little grunting noises, to what may sound like a sheep, a puppy, or even a machine gun.  These are completely normal and no cause for concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even though your newborn may be so soundly alseep that she will not move a muscle no matter what you do to her, it is perfectly normal for her to wake up the moment you lay her down in her own bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babies love to be swaddled in a blanket tightly when put to bed, but no matter how tightly you wrap them, the baby will always find a way to get her arms out of the blanket when upset to she can flail them around while grunting and trying to suck on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A poopy diaper is almost always directly followed by a look of contentment in the baby's eyes and what I call "a cheerio face" where the lips make an O shape.  No one knows why this happens, but it is extremely common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Babies most frequently poop in a clean diaper right after a diaper change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do not be alarmed by strange facial expressions during sleep that can change from one second to the next.  The baby may be smiling one second, rolling her eyes the next, and whimpering the next.  This is just practice for the teen age years and research has shown that it is perfectly normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Parents should adjust their lives so that they can find a way to function on very little sleep, 4 to 5 hours a night is normal for the first few months if not more after your baby comes home.  Just suck it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So to sum up, between the laundry, feedings, diaper changes and lack of sleep, enjoy your infant...they are only little for a short time:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-3546351649412187902?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3546351649412187902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=3546351649412187902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3546351649412187902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3546351649412187902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-not-in-instruction-manual.html' title='Things NOT in the instruction manual...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8215388573177384458</id><published>2007-06-08T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:01.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Kaden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rml32SZoJEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bx74HNDAiYI/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073718229745542210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rml32SZoJEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bx74HNDAiYI/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kaden turned 7 last Thursday!  We had a little get together with a couple friends on Monday to celebrate.  His little sister came home the day before his birthday...from the look on his face in the picture, I think he got what he wanted:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's been so sweet with Josie, asking to hold her all the time and doing whatever he can to help, including giving her her nuk when she cries in the car (his seat is next to hers).  He is so proud to be a big brother and can't wait to teach his little sister all kinds of things, like how to brush her teeth (when she gets some), how to talk, how to ride a scooter, and many many more things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't believe my baby boy is already 7 years old!  He's growing into such a sweet, caring, helpful, loving and smart young man...I couldn't be prouder of him!  Happy birthday, Kaden!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8215388573177384458?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8215388573177384458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8215388573177384458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8215388573177384458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8215388573177384458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-kaden.html' title='Happy Birthday to Kaden!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rml32SZoJEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Bx74HNDAiYI/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8071863937439803232</id><published>2007-05-31T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:09:36.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Where She Belongs:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After doing an excellent job of eating for the past day and a half and gaining over another ounce (up to 5lbs 8.7oz), Josie was allowed to come home yesterday!  We are so happy to finally have her home with us, where she belongs!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When we got her home, she looked around as if thinking, "there is more in the world than the hospital!"  Before bedtime, Daddy took her out on the deck and she was just in awe watching the trees moving against the sky!  She also loved looking around at her new room.  It's amazing thinking of all the things she has never seen before:)  It's even more amazing that we get to be there as she discovers all of the wonderful things on this earth, and as she learns all there is to learn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only thing better than having a baby, is bringing them home:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8071863937439803232?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8071863937439803232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8071863937439803232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8071863937439803232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8071863937439803232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-where-she-belongs.html' title='Finally Where She Belongs:)'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-710613412011521250</id><published>2007-05-29T17:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T19:03:49.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to Coming Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie has been doing better and better every day! Her breathing issues have been resolved for a while now, and her bilirubin stayed low enough that she didn't have to go under the bili lights! She was moved from her isolet to an open crib a couple days ago and has been holding her temperature just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last issue was her feeding. She had still been using a feeding tube that was placed in her nose up until today. She was eating about half of her minimum feedings, then they put the rest in through the tube. I was allowed to try nursing 2 times per day, but that takes more energy in many cases than the bottle, so right now the bottle is the priority. We will work more on nursing later...I'm not too worried about it since she is really good at it! The way they explain it is that preemies don't have the stamina to do all the things they are expected to do, like breath, regulate their temp, and eat...all things they shouldn't have to do yet. So she just didn't have the energy to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That all changed last night, it was as if something clicked all of a sudden! She started downing her bottles, all 50ml (just under 2 oz), in under 15 minutes. She continued to do this all day, most of the time even waking up hungry before the scheduled feeding time. So the doc put her on an "on demand" schedule and if she does well she may be home as early as tomorrow! We were so happy to hear this, it seems like she's been in the NICU forever! Her weight had gone down to 5lb 3oz, but is now up to 5lb 7oz...just 2oz away from her birth weight, so she's doing great! Please pray that she keeps right on eating and growing and that she can come home soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-710613412011521250?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/710613412011521250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=710613412011521250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/710613412011521250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/710613412011521250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/close-to-coming-home.html' title='Close to Coming Home!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5032340429812583450</id><published>2007-05-22T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:02.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie has Arrived!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOlsvUKGjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TZykRL4lf8E/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067576193755781682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOlsvUKGjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TZykRL4lf8E/s320/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Josie made her appearance on Saturday morning at 9:32 am! Labor started just before midnight on Friday night, the doc broke my water at 7:40 am on Saturday and she was born after about one and a half pushes (and a couple of screams) at 9:32! She weighed in at 5 lbs. 9 oz and was 18 inches long. She came out like a firecracker, kicking and screaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She did well initially but about 3 to 4 hours after birth she started struggling with her breathing. She was sent to the NICU. She is still there but her breathing issues have resolved. She had been receiving fluids and antibiotics in case of infection through an umbilical line. She also had an arterial line in the umbilical cord to take blood and check blood pressure. Her blood cultures came back fine though so the antibiotics have been discontinued. And now that her feedings have increased enough she doesn't need the IV fluid. So both lines are now out. She is using a feeding tube for part of her feedings because she isn't ready to eat everything on her own like they want her to yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now it is basically a matter of getting her to eat enough to let her go home:) They are also keeping an eye on her bilirubin levels, which indicate the extent of jaundice she has. It has been creeping up the last couple of days so she may need to go under the bili lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was discharged yesterday and it was hard to go home without her. But I'm very greatful that she is doing as well as she is. She is where she needs to be, and it won't be long and she will be right here with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067577916037667394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOnQ_UKGkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mlJtEmDgNX4/s320/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067578276814920274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOnl_UKGlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Iy5Tx7n6bX0/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067579350556744322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOokfUKGoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ULyh3T7CqQg/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&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/4812984759451605988-5032340429812583450?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5032340429812583450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5032340429812583450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5032340429812583450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5032340429812583450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/josie-has-arrived.html' title='Josie has Arrived!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/RlOlsvUKGjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TZykRL4lf8E/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8496692609386650210</id><published>2007-05-17T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:39:02.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can I just say that having a baby at zero station is NOT comfortable! Just when I'm not so nervous to get up and do a couple of things, I don't want to because it just plain hurts. I would also like to add that people who refer to the feeling as "pressure" just have it all wrong...it's pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I called my doctor's office yesterday because of the increase in this "pressure" and because I had been having 6-8 contractions per hour for most of the day. HE TOLD ME TO STAY HOME, drink plenty of fluids, and rest! I laughed when the nurse told me this and said that was the first time I had been told to not come in when I called about contractions and pressure since I had been pregnant! I was glad I got to stay home, yet nervous that something was going on and I wouldn't find out in time! But something hit me after that phone call...they are not worried about the baby coming anymore! If she's coming, she's coming! What a realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So I get to wait now like any normal pregnant woman for regular, more frequent contractions to come. Although I will be taking the Procardia for a few more days to prevent labor, you never know:) It seems to be effective at times, and then other times not so much. I feel like I have been in labor for the past 3 months...the meds have just slowed it down. I'm excited but a little nervous to stop taking them, because I know what's going to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8496692609386650210?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8496692609386650210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8496692609386650210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8496692609386650210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8496692609386650210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-waiting.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7345307847886080835</id><published>2007-05-14T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:18:14.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1...35 Week Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the countdown to 35 weeks is over!  We made it!  No more IV meds to stop labor, no more hospital stays!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I had an ultrasound and a check up. Josie is measuring 5 pounds 8 ounces, right around the 40th percentile so that's right about where she should be! She is very low (zero station) and I have dilated to what my doc calls 2 cm and what my nurses would call 3 or 4cm. With all my time in the hospital, I learned that my doctor usually measures centimeters at about 2 less than most of the nurses in labor and delivery...for reasons that no one clearly understands:) He thinks I'm going to go quick once I do go because the baby is so low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am suppose to remain on the Procardia and try Terbutaline if that isn't working for the next week. After that, no more meds. I'm also suppose to stay off of my feet for one more week...that's going to be hard to do! My instructions are to head to the hospital if I feel anything different or more painful. Trouble is I didn't have painful labors with the boys until my water broke, then after that it went really quick. I hope I know when it's time to go in...preferably before my water breaks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Two months ago I would never have thought we would have made it to 35 weeks!  I went from assuming that our baby would have to spend considerable time in the NICU, to actually having hope that she would be able to come home with us right away.  During that time my fear, anxiety, depression, and despair slowly turned to hope, peace, relief, and now to complete happiness.  I am so entirely grateful not only that my long ordeal is coming to an end, but that I was able to play such an important role in a miracle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7345307847886080835?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7345307847886080835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7345307847886080835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7345307847886080835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7345307847886080835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/35-week-appointment.html' title='1...35 Week Appointment'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2066087818415242265</id><published>2007-05-13T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:03.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4...3...2...Maternity Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got out of the hospital on Friday just after noon! I was so relieved to be out of there! They had turned the mag completely off at 6:30am and I was still doing fine so I was given my freedom. My doc said I didn't need to start taking the Procardia unless I started having contractions, which I did within a few hours of being home...which was no surprise. It took a while for it to kick in but after a couple hours it did the trick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;erday was the best day I've had in months! We went to the mall and Brett and I had maternity pictures taken, something I didn't think we would get the chance to do! Check them out below! We had all the kids and they had fun taking turns pushing me in a wheelchair. You would be surprise how fast people get out of your way when they see a kid pushing a pregnant woman in a wheelchair! Then we got some lunch in the mall and did a little baby shopping:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The contractions acted up again since I was a little late taking my meds and they took a long time to settle down. But I can say that now I'm out of the woods as far as being stuck back in the hospital. My doc is keeping me on the oral meds for the next week, but if they aren't working they will let her come! It would be best if she waits one more week, but it's out of my hands...and secretly my feeling on the subject can be summed up in 3 words. Bring it on!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064081406140842930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc7NU6vg7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_ZWywmkD-KU/s320/pose+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064081002413917074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc6106vg5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yhsTuuGPw4Q/s320/pose+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064084661726053362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc-K06vg_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/QzydNa2pMQY/s320/pose+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064081552169731010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc7V06vg8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Vt-OagJM5fQ/s320/pose+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064085297381213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc-v06vhBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/wWMLhzhmB0s/s320/pose+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064086585871402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc_606vhCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4FwJMnCzRAQ/s320/pose+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2066087818415242265?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2066087818415242265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2066087818415242265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2066087818415242265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2066087818415242265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/432.html' title='4...3...2...Maternity Pictures!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rkc7NU6vg7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/_ZWywmkD-KU/s72-c/pose+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5701539194539836077</id><published>2007-05-10T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:00:19.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6...5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday he turned the mag down to 1.5 and today to 1 gram.  So far so good...tomorrow it gets shut off at 6:30am sharp!  If the contractions stay calm I should get out of here tomorrow at some point.  If not, he may turn it back on until Monday (which is the day they have me turning 35 weeks, I have Tuesday, but I'm not arguing).  Here's hoping for a weekend at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5701539194539836077?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5701539194539836077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5701539194539836077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5701539194539836077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5701539194539836077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/65.html' title='6...5...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7825649447626569717</id><published>2007-05-08T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:56:35.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guesses anyone??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, assuming I'm off all meds by next Monday or Tuesday, when do you think Josie will be born?  Leave a comment and post your vote or email me!  Take a guess at her weight and length if you want, too:)  Who knows, might be fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7825649447626569717?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7825649447626569717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7825649447626569717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7825649447626569717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7825649447626569717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/guesses-anyone.html' title='Guesses anyone??'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-3730012905811052635</id><published>2007-05-08T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:52:35.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seven more days to 35 weeks!  Things remain stable on 2 grams of the mag.  Hopefully this will continue tomorrow when he tries to wean me off of it!  I'm assuming I will be at 1.5 for a day and then 1 for another day before I'm off of it, but it all depends on how the contractions do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last night the boys came up for a visit, and they made me more pictures for my wall.  I'll try to post pictures of my wall later:)  It's pretty cool.  It was like a tornado in my room for a while with all the action, but settled down quickly as Brett got them packed up to go home.  Jordan still wishes the doctors and nurses could just come to our house...aww...his way of saying he misses mom.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then this morning I got a call from Brett about his adventures in getting the boys off to school.  All I have to say is that, once again, I'll have to whip them back into shape when I get home!  But what are you gonna do??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So Josie, 7 more days, then let's get a move on.  Seriously, bring it on!  I talked to the nurse this morning again and she verified that by 35 weeks most doctors will let you deliver because by this point it doesn't pay to continue fighting what your body has been trying to do.  And there also might be a reason the baby needs out that they just don't know.  There is so much about preterm labor that they don't understand, but 35 weeks appears to be the point that the benefits of birth outweigh the risks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-3730012905811052635?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3730012905811052635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=3730012905811052635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3730012905811052635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3730012905811052635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/7.html' title='7...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8687254952723944080</id><published>2007-05-07T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:38:20.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in for the Final Countdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last Wednesday I had a dr. appointment, and not surprisingly, I was having contractions again. He sent me up to the hospital, and I've been here since. I hadn't been able to take my next dose of Terbutaline because my heart rate was too high, and my contractions starting coming every 2 minutes! After I was able to take Terb. it didn't help enough and they were still every 7-8 minutes...so they hooked me back up to the Magnesium Sulfate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I continued contracting every 10-15 minutes all day, and it got pretty painful. Later in the night the contractions got more frequent again and they had to turn the mag up from 2 grams to 3 grams. Between the contractions and the headache from the meds, I couldn't sleep. I finally dozed between 5am and 6am...not a fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When I woke up at 6am I felt really funny, like I was going to pass out.  My blood pressure was really low so they had to turn the mag down to 2.5 and later to 2 grams. It took the whole day to feel better but by bedtime my head didn't hurt so bad and I could see relatively straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was really thinking there for a while that Josie was going to make her appearance, but through it all, my cervix remained relativelay the same and she stayed put. Although I would have been relieved to have this over, I'm glad she was able to stay in the best place she could be for a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been at 2 grams of the mag ever since and doing better. The doctor came in this morning and said that on Wednesday he will start weaning me off of the magnesium. Then I may go back on the oral meds for a few days. But after 35 weeks he won't stop labor anymore! This means 8 more days max in the hospital (except for the birth of course). I'm hoping that I may even get out of here for the weekend to enjoy Mother's Day at home with the kids...but I'm not holding my breath. So, assuminig we make it the next 8 days, she could come anytime after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So the countdown begins...Kaden, Jordan, and Brett helped me make a "Countdown to 35 Weeks" to put on the wall in my hospital room. I love seeing those numbers get crossed off! Kaden spent the Friday night up here with me (we had a lot of fun:) and the first thing he said to me in the morning was, "Mom, can I cross off the 11?" He's in a hurry for Mom to get to come home, too:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8687254952723944080?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8687254952723944080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8687254952723944080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8687254952723944080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8687254952723944080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-for-final-countdown.html' title='Back in for the Final Countdown!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8900783492528168362</id><published>2007-05-01T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:10:18.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The contractions weren't letting up yesterday, and they were starting to be more painful, so I had yet another trip into labor and delivery.  My cervix has started to dilate a little bit more, and I'm 75% effaced.  The baby is at -1 station, which for those of you not familiar with that terminology, it means she's really low.  The contractions actually picked up once I got there and they were 3-6 minutes apart for a couple hours.  The Terbutaline shot they had given me on top of the Procardia wasn't working, but for some reason, the oral terb seemed to do the trick.  I was kept overnight and since things were still calm in the morning, we got to go home:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So much for the negative fetal fibronectin test!  This is what you call labor...contractions that cause cervical changes.  My doc said those tests are "crap".  If he believed that test, Josie probably would have arrived by now:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So the plan is to keep me on the oral Terb for a couple days and try the Procardia again.  Terb will raise my blood sugar so I can't be on it for too long.  Just 2 more weeks would be great.  Although one nurse in the hospital told me her daughter was born at 34 weeks and came home with her after 2 days, I know this is not the most likely scenario.  And even though I cannot wait for this to be over with, the longer the better.  And we are only at 33 weeks today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the way, I love little Josie with all my heart, and she is so worth all of this!  But there will NOT be a next time, just in case you were wondering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8900783492528168362?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8900783492528168362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8900783492528168362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8900783492528168362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8900783492528168362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home Again, Home Again'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9200773683149474837</id><published>2007-04-28T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:00:39.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Check this out...my sister, Sarah, posted this on her blog about what her daughter had to say after feeling her baby move. (She's 21 weeks pregnant today!)  It is so cute, I had to share:)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was the cutest thing this morning. I was laying in bed and the baby started moving around and I called Noah in - she's been waiting for this moment for a while. She came in laid down on the bed next to me and put her hand on my tummy. Sure enough, he gave her a big ol' kick! She was so surprised and said, "He's probably trying to figure out how to get out of there and saying LET ME OUT OF HERE!". I said, "Well it will probably take him until about 40 weeks to figure out how to get out of there." Right away she said, "Yeah, unless he's really smart like Aunt Julie's baby!" **grin**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9200773683149474837?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9200773683149474837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9200773683149474837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9200773683149474837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9200773683149474837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-6357997552138352733</id><published>2007-04-28T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T11:53:06.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night at 2am I got up to take my meds as usual...by 2:30 I started having contractions. They were every 8-10 minutes for an hour, then they got closer together over the next half hour. They were every 5 minutes when I called the doc at 4am, and of course, he said to go right in to labor and delivery. So I called my friend to come over to stay with the kids and we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They hooked me up to the monitor right away and the contractions were every 3 to 5 minutes. My doc wasn't available over the weekend so we got the doctor on call. He ordered a fetal fibronectin test which can predict your chance of going into labor over the next 2 weeks, as well as a urine culture. The nurse also checked my cervix, which hadn't changed, thankfully! The contractions continued for a couple hours and he didn't want to give me anything to stop them until the results of the tests came back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was frustrating because my doctor would probably not have done the fetal fibronectin test at all since he doesn't rely on them, and neither did our high risk ob that we had seen. He has been more aggressive at stopping the contractions, especially since he knows my cervix has recently changed with not many contractions at all. He would rather stop contractions than risk them changing my cervix more, since there's no way to know when that will happen, and because we don't want to have the baby for a couple more weeks! But since the results were negative for both tests, the doc on call just said I could go home. The contractions had slowed down, but they were still at the point where if I were at home that I should call! So I said, well, when do I come back then? The nurse said if I have them for 2 hours or more to call and come back in. So we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know my doctor would have kept me there a while longer until the contractions were slower, just to make sure.  Being under the care of another doctor that is not as familiar with my history makes me nervous!  I can't wait until Monday when my doc will be back around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But for now, I am glad that the test was negative, that means I am unlikely to deliver in the next 2 weeks. Even though my doc would not change treatment based on that test, it is still somewhat reassuring.  And after we got home, the contractions did slow down a little more. So hopefully things will stay settled down for a while yet...we shall wait and see, what more can we do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-6357997552138352733?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/6357997552138352733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=6357997552138352733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6357997552138352733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/6357997552138352733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-trip.html' title='Another Trip...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7955091552732425479</id><published>2007-04-26T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:01:47.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Weeks and Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two days ago we hit our big goal of 32 weeks!  It is at this milestone that babies have a much lower risk of long term difficulties from being born too early.  While this is a great point to be at, we still want at least two more weeks!  It would mean the difference between leaving the hospital with Josie, or having to leave her there for a few weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday we had an ultrasound to check on the size of the baby as well as cervical length...we got good news and bad news.  Josie weighs appoximataly 4 pounds 10 ounces, which is just a little bit above average, so wonderful news!  However, although I have not dilated past 1cm, my cervix has become very short.  It measured about 3.5 cm at the last ultrasound but is now down to 1cm.  I also have been feeling a lot of pressure and have been having a few more contractions lately, so the doctor hooked me up to the monitor for a little while.  I had one contraction in about 15 minutes, so he sent us up to the hospital to be monitored for a few hours.  I had around 4 to 5 contractions an hour for the first couple hours, then they picked up a little for long enough for me to need a shot of terbutaline.  They took a couple hours to settle down, but did not come back after the terbutaline wore off so we got to go home around 6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm so glad we didn't have to stay, but nervous that the time is near.  It seems like the Procardia isn't working like it did for a while, which we were afraid of.  I have strict orders to remain on bedrest and go in with more than 4 contractions in an hour.  Just a couple more weeks...please!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7955091552732425479?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7955091552732425479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7955091552732425479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7955091552732425479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7955091552732425479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/32-weeks-and-ultrasound.html' title='32 Weeks and Ultrasound'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8353991848063486456</id><published>2007-04-23T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:04.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Josie's Room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had a wonderful weekend...thanks to those of you that came over and offered your time to help us get ready for the baby! Everything got crossed off of the list and it is such a relief to have all of those things done that I haven't been able to do. Not only is our house neater than I think I've ever seen it, but Josie's room is all ready for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aunt Sonia did almost all of the painting, and Aunt Sarah sewed the curtains and quilt. Grandpa set up the crib and did numerous other projects around here. Grandma brought tons of food and did lots of laundry and cleaning. Uncle Jerry and Aunt Bonnie brought and prepared lunch. They also brought us a freezer that my parents no longer needed, and Jerry and Grandpa even put in an extra outlet in the garage for it! Jerry also helped Grandpa with his projects...oh, and he even knows his way around the kitchen...imagine that! Bonnie, and Sarah's friend, Stephanie worked hard at dusting, vacuuming, and scrubbing throughout the entire house!                                                                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you all soooo much for all of your hard work, we will surely never forget everything you did for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here are some pictures of Josie's room...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056784688843477138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ri1O4ewmUJI/AAAAAAAAADs/LRVFt94YWOo/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056786174902161602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ri1QO-wmUMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/whERx_mxWmM/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056785414692950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ri1PiuwmULI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uETidwIGvqI/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056786432600199378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ri1Qd-wmUNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-HguBcmWz6Q/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8353991848063486456?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8353991848063486456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8353991848063486456' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8353991848063486456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8353991848063486456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/josies-room.html' title='Josie&apos;s Room!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Ri1O4ewmUJI/AAAAAAAAADs/LRVFt94YWOo/s72-c/IMG_1348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-876011134178830265</id><published>2007-04-18T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T15:57:19.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I hit 31 weeks!  It has been an uneventful week, with very few contractions.  I had a doctor's appointment today and I was in and out of there in a few minutes:)  Nothing new to report.  Next week we have an ultrasound to check on the size of the baby, so I'll have more news then.  Let's hope for another boring week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-876011134178830265?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/876011134178830265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=876011134178830265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/876011134178830265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/876011134178830265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/31-weeks.html' title='31 Weeks!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7669714001596659134</id><published>2007-04-17T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:53:52.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the other day after Brett had a doctor's appointment, he came home and told me all about an article he read in the waiting room about tips for parents with babies. He said he learned all about something where you wrap the baby up tight in a blanket and they like it. I said, "you mean swaddling?" He said, "yeah, that's it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then he proceeded to tell me about this carrier thing that you can put the baby in and carry her around the house with you as you do dishes, laundry, and whatever chores you have to do. He said how the baby likes to be close to you so if you use it they tend to cry less and are happier babies. I said, "you mean a baby sling that I told you about a few days ago when I mentioned I wanted to try one?" He said, "uh, yeah." Guess I know NOT to talk to him while he's watching TV or is on his computer:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh boy...do I have my work cut out for me! Granted, it has been a long time since Brett's kids were babies, and he was younger than I was when he had his kids...but he's going to need some training! As most of you know, I was trained in the art of newborn care when I was only 10 when my niece, Kristen, was born! And ever since then, I had lots and lots and lots of practice with babies and children of all ages. It's like riding a bike, at least for me...and I'm sure hoping some of those things come back to Brett as he becomes a Daddy all over again:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In his defense, Brett has done his best to take care of me and the kids throughout this pregnancy, and it hasn't been easy! We were still adjusting to married life together with 4 children, when the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; little one started reeking havoc...and it has been a lot for all of us to deal with. He has had to completely take over the laundry, cooking, dishes, cleaning, shopping, not to mention tending to the kids' needs (and did I mention we have 4 of them!) While he's trying to do all of these things, he's also dealing with a demanding business that is in the process of expanding. He's usually working or we have the kids, which leaves little time for household chores. When I get frustrated that things aren't getting taken care of around here, he plainly admits, "I'm just not as good at this stuff as you are!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Of course, we have the kids helping out, and I must say that they are becoming very capable little helpers! I can look past the piles of laundry that need to be folded and put away, I can ignore the dirty kitchen floor and even our pig sty of a bathroom (and bedroom), I can stay upstairs so I don't have to even look at the basement, and I can close the door to the baby's room so I don't start painting...but boy, I sure am glad I have my sisters, brothers, parents, and girlfriends, coming over this weekend to help out! It's getting harder and harder to lay here and do nothing when so much needs to be done, so I thank God for all of you and everything you've offered to do! It will definitely help to keep me from breaking all my rules...and remain somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt; for just a little longer. And for that Brett thanks you, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You know what they say, "When Mama's not happy...nobody's happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Little Josie...we all love you very much, but Daddy will be very relieved when you arrive safely and Mommy can actually get off this couch do something:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7669714001596659134?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7669714001596659134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7669714001596659134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7669714001596659134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7669714001596659134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/daddy.html' title='Daddy'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2245457104040657605</id><published>2007-04-11T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:34:19.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appointment...Good News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got back from my weekly doctors appointment and have reassuring news.  Although I was having a few more contractions in the last few days than I had been, and I was feeling a lot of pressure...my cervix is behaving itself and remains unchanged!  Still at one centimeter, so that's great!  The baby's head is very low, but so far so good:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also met with the nutritionist.  She tweaked a few things with my diet...I was skipping some carbs at supper time to keep my numbers low enough, but she didn't want me doing that.  If my glucose goes too high, then I will need to be put on meds to control it, but bottom line is that I have to make sure to eat enough.  She said to spread the carbs out more if necessary, but getting them all in is important for my nutrition and the baby's.  I can handle being told to eat more!  So we'll see how that goes, and check back in in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good appointment...good day:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2245457104040657605?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2245457104040657605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2245457104040657605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2245457104040657605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2245457104040657605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/dr-appointmentgood-news.html' title='Dr. Appointment...Good News!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2469267129603713110</id><published>2007-04-09T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:28:41.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Light at the End of the Tunnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Almost 30 weeks - YEAH! I'm starting to actually enjoy some parts of this pregnancy a little. My favorite part is feeling Josie moving, she's very strong, sometimes her kicks even hurt. But it makes me a little less worried about her:) I'm getting use to the restricted diet and have become quite good at controlling my sugar levels...although I can't wait to eat something sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We had a nice Easter here at home, the boys came home at 2 and Mom and Dad came for a visit, of course, with a few little baby gifts. Dad took the boys to McDonalds to use a gift card they got for Easter, Jordan begged to go. And later Brett and I had KFC...YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for the next 11 days to go by! My sisters, my brother and his wife, Brett's dad, and others will be here to work on Josie's room...everything needs to be done yet - EVERYTHING! They are also planning on doing some cleaning and laundry if there is time. They might even get to the garage! What a huge help...and relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By then I will be almost 32 weeks...my next big goal! I'm sure I'm going to cry as this all becomes more real. There will actually be a real little baby girl here soon, right here in my arms.  I'll admit, it's taken a long time for this to sink in with all of the difficulties I have had...but now, finally, a light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2469267129603713110?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2469267129603713110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2469267129603713110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2469267129603713110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2469267129603713110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='A Light at the End of the Tunnel'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2575658613523955589</id><published>2007-04-04T16:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:17:11.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Will Never Take For Granted Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking outside to get the mail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking my time in the shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;driving anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;getting up to hunt for the remote myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;grocery shopping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;doing laundry or even cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;making dinner for my family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;playing a game at the table with the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;eating as many cheetos as I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;going for a walk in the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;getting up when my son says, "Mom, come look!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;being there for school events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;going to the doctor with my boys instead of finding someone to take them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;walking to the park with my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;going on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;wearing make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;getting a haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;not getting up in the middle of the night to take medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;going to a movie or out to dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;standing by the window watching the kids playing outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;cutting the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;going to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;chocolate and cake and pie and ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sisters and girlfriends who get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;holding a healthy baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2575658613523955589?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2575658613523955589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2575658613523955589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2575658613523955589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2575658613523955589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/things-i-will-never-take-for-granted.html' title='Things I Will Never Take For Granted Again...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1833860761939998848</id><published>2007-04-03T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:13:04.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>29 Weeks and Still Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I am 29 weeks pregnant...and I'm still home!!!  Things have been ok since I got out of the hospital, one night was touch and go for a while, but I didn't have to go back in...WHEW!  We had all 4 kids over the weekend, and we all survived.  I can definitely tell that I have been away from home...lets just leave it at that.  I'll have plenty of time to whip them all back into shape when I can get off this couch:)  For now, I'm happy to be here and not in the hospital.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later this afternoon I have an appointment with my doctor, so if there are any changes, I'll let you know.  But for now, I'm liking this boring routine:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1833860761939998848?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1833860761939998848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1833860761939998848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1833860761939998848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1833860761939998848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/29-weeks-and-still-home.html' title='29 Weeks and Still Home!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2744198287854589555</id><published>2007-04-03T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:06:32.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken finger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While I was in the hospital yet, Jordan showed me his finger and said, "Look, Mom, my finger's bent!"  Apparently a couple weeks earlier he hurt it when he caught a football!  He never mentioned it to me until then and said it didn't hurt too bad.  Well, I made him an appointment with the doctor and his Grandpa brought him in.  Sure enough, it was broken!  A tiny piece of the bone in the joint had broken off.  They straightened it out (ouch!) and put a splint on it.  He said it only hurt for a little bit...what a tough kid!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our doc sent him to a specialist to make sure he didn't need surgery or anything else, probably because it was broken for a couple weeks and had started healing the wrong way.  The specialist said it would be fine, he just has to wear the splint for 6 weeks.  He can even play sports to some degree but does have some limitations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What did Jordan have to say about all of this??  "Well, at least I made it until I was 11 before breaking any bones!"  We all know he did much better than I did, I think I was on my 3rd cast by then:)  Not to mention my broken toe...thanks Jerry!  HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2744198287854589555?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2744198287854589555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2744198287854589555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2744198287854589555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2744198287854589555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-finger.html' title='Broken finger!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-3444875768838673638</id><published>2007-03-30T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:43:25.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon around 1pm I got the ok to go home!  My contractions had started up again after the magnesium was shut off, not too bad but more than they wanted to see.  So my doc put me back on Procardia...and so far so good.  For now it seems to be doing the trick, so he said it was worth at least giving it a try at home.  He said he knows I can feel my contractions and I'm good about calling if I get too many, so he's ok with that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The boys didn't know I was coming home, so when they got home from school, they were really surprised...I will never forget the look on their faces.  I even got a hug from Jordan (who gives them very sparingly at his age!)  Kaden snuggled up by me for a long time, and so did Jordan.  Jordan got me all caught up on what he's been working on in school, and Kaden and I did his homework together!  Even though I'm still stuck on the couch, it's great to be home and back to "normal"...whatever that is:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopefully things will stay settled down for at least a few more weeks, because at this point, Brett would have to drag me back to the hospital!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who visited me in the hospital, you really helped out more than you even know to make my stay a little bit easier.  And thank you also for all of your prayers!  We have made it through the most critical part of this pregnancy, and I know we didn't do it alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-3444875768838673638?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/3444875768838673638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=3444875768838673638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3444875768838673638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/3444875768838673638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1693999294884307977</id><published>2007-03-28T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:35:50.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance to go Home??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did well last night, very few contractions, so today around noon, the doc said it was ok to shut off the magnesium sulfate completely!  They capped off the IV and left it in just in case.  Around 4:30 this afternoon, I was having a few more contractions than he wanted to see, although nothing too bad, so he started me on Procardia (my last chance to stay off the mag and go home!)  Since then things have been pretty quiet, thankfully!  I'm hoping this will continue through the night.  If it does, tomorrow MAY be the day I go home...but we shall see.  The Procardia worked for me before, but not for too long.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have started getting use to the gestational diabetes and all things that go along with it.  I had great blood glucose levels after my meals all day, so I think I have a good start on the whole thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Home sounds so good right now!  Even though I would still be on bedrest, I can't wait to be there to see the boys like I use to!  They are doing well, but only seeing them for a few hours a week sucks...that is the worst part of all of this.  I just want to be their mom again.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1693999294884307977?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1693999294884307977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1693999294884307977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1693999294884307977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1693999294884307977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/chance-to-go-home.html' title='A Chance to go Home??!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2228766456759170152</id><published>2007-03-27T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:19:12.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnesium Decrease and Test Results...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, the mag was decreased to 1.5 grams and I did well except for one stretch in the night.  The nurse woke me up at 2am because I had slept through 8 contractions in one hour.  But once I emptied my bladder and rolled over, they went away...whew!  So this morning, my doc decreased the level to 1 gram.  So far so good.  When he stopped in tonight he said tomorrow he will be shutting it off!  Then he will watch me for a day or two and if I do well I'll get to go home.  If I start having contractions, we will try the Procardia again since I did well on it before for quite some time.  If that doesn't work, then it's back on the magnesium.  Terbutaline is no longer an option because it raises your blood sugar and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I failed my 3 hour glucose test, which means I have gestational diabetes.  I met with the nutritionist and will have to check my blood 4 times a day to keep it under control.  They are very strict with gestational diabetes because of the effects too much sugar can have.  There can be respiratory issues at birth, a higher chance of obesity in adolescence, jaundice, low blood sugar at birth, a large baby...and so on.  Enough to give me lots of incentives to follow my diet, which will hopefully be enough to keep things under control.  If not, meds will be prescribed.  The good news is, gestational diabetes usually goes away as soon as you deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also got results back from my urine culture and I have a bladder infection...I had already started meds for that when the screen came back positive 2 nights ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Along with the bad results today, we did have some great news.  We had an ultrasound, and my cervix is still the same!  YEAH!  Also, the baby is looking great and weighs approximately 2 lbs. 9 oz...so right where she should be!  She had been head down for the last 3 weeks, but today she was breech.  Later, when finding her heartbeat on the monitor, we found it way down low again indicating that she was head down again.  Apparently she isn't ready to settle in yet:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think that's it for now, but please pray with us that tonight will be a quiet night and tomorrow we will be able to try things without the magnesium.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2228766456759170152?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2228766456759170152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2228766456759170152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2228766456759170152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2228766456759170152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/magnesium-decrease-and-test-results.html' title='Magnesium Decrease and Test Results...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2911210288727258072</id><published>2007-03-27T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:52:24.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Week Milestone and NICU Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today marks another milestone, 28 weeks!  We are able to breath just a little bit easier now than we could 2 weeks, or even one week ago.  I've been trying to think of something we can do to celebrate, but haven't come up with much...it can't involve alcohol, walking, or leaving this room for that matter.  I think I might have to settle for a popsicle or something:)  Oh well, we will have plenty of time for celebrating later...and celebrate we will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last night we had our tour of the NICU, and it sure has changed since Kaden spent his 2 nights in there almost 7 years ago!  They have 4 big rooms that fit 6 babies each.  They are very quiet and dimly lit so the babies can sleep soundly, that's when they grow the best.  They also have very beautiful artwork in all of the rooms each based on a different theme.  A mom who had a baby in there painted everything free hand and she is obviously very talented!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The nurse was holding and feeding a little 4 pound boy that was doing really well, and it was strange how big he looked to me, especially in comparison to another little girl in there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They have a baby born 4 days ago at 26 weeks who weighs 1 pound 4 ounces.  She was, of course, on a ventilator and all hooked up to her IVs and monitors, but she was doing really well.  It was just amazing to see how small she was, her legs were literally as big around as my thumb!  And she was moving all around in her isolet, wiggling her little hands up by her face and squirming from side to side just like any baby would.  She just looked too tiny to be able to do any of that...very surreal.  It sure made me greatful that our baby is already twice that size or so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As much as I don't want our baby to spend any time in the NICU, I'm sure it will be a little less scary now that I know a little bit more about what to expect if that is the case.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2911210288727258072?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2911210288727258072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2911210288727258072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2911210288727258072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2911210288727258072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/28-week-milestone-and-nicu-tour.html' title='28 Week Milestone and NICU Tour'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1766916899449300120</id><published>2007-03-26T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:55:37.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday morning update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning my doc stopped in and lowered my mag dose to 1.5 grams since my uterus was behaving so well at 2 grams.  So tonight the real test will come.  If I make it through the night, I will be a little bit more optomistic that we will be able to keep the dose lower for a while.  However, my experience from last week makes me a little nervous...we'll just have to see how it goes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My doc also ordered an ultrasound for tomorrow to check on the growth of the baby, and I'll also have my 3 hour glucose test in the morning.  I was borderline on the 1 hour so we have to make sure I don't have gestational diabetes.  I suspect it will come back fine since it is very common to fail the first test and pass the second with flying colors.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I also got my progesterone shot today...you know that one that is suppose to prevent preterm labor??  Guess they figure we'll take all the help we can get:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At one point over the weekend, the baby wasn't wiggly at all for about a 12 hour period.  They put the monitor on early after I expressed my concern.  She was doing fine, and moving quite a bit actually...but with the placenta being in the front of my uterus, it's hard to feel all of her movements.  The meds do make her a little sleepy also, but this morning she is hopping all over the place...YEAH!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What are my goals for the day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to balance our checkbook and make sure our bills are paid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;possibly start crocheting a blanket for my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to shave my legs...no matter what it takes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's it for now...we will just be praying for a quiet night.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1766916899449300120?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1766916899449300120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1766916899449300120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1766916899449300120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1766916899449300120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/monday-morning-update_26.html' title='Monday morning update...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-443955399040785878</id><published>2007-03-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:10:48.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old same old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things up here at the hospital have been pretty stable for the last couple of days.  The mag is still at 2 grams and the contractions have been few and far between.  I'm enjoying a visit from Sarah who came to town last night with her family.  She spent the night with me, we played some Scrabble at ate way to many Cheetos and cookies (thanks Jeff) and now we're just chillin'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The other day, when I explained to Jordan that it may be a while before I can go home, he said, "that really sucks, Mom.  Why can't we bring all of this stuff home with you, the bed, the IV, the monitors..."  I said that would be great but we would have to bring a nurse, too.  He said, "that's ok, she can be our butler!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, I had explained to Kaden that if I need anything at all, a popsicle, some juice, or whatever, all I have to do is push my red nurse button.  He thought that was pretty cool...and after cuddling up by me on my bed for a while he looked at me and asked, "Mom, do you need anything?  Because I can push the button for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I miss the boys very much but am greatful for the several visits I have with them each week.  And they understand that their little sister just needs to stay where she is for a little bit and that this won't last forever.  It will all be so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-443955399040785878?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/443955399040785878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=443955399040785878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/443955399040785878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/443955399040785878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/same-old-same-old.html' title='Same old same old...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-7463858120396769389</id><published>2007-03-21T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:51:20.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at the Hospital...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10 nights ago, on Sunday evening, my contractions wouldn't stop once again. After calling the doc and maxing out my Procardia (oral meds to stop contractions), they kept coming every 2-3 minutes. We headed to Labor and Delivery and I haven't been home since. Terbutaline shots helped for the first 2 nights, but after 2 phone calls during the night, my OB showed up at 5 am to check my cervix. It had shortened a little to 3.5 cm in length and dilated to 1 cm at my previous appointment and was holding steady at that. But at only 26 weeks with contractions every 2 minutes that terb wasn't touching, and with my history, he started me on magnesium sulfate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Magnesium sulfate is an IV medication that effects the central nervous system and can be used to stop contractions. It weakens your muscles and makes it hard to get up all the time to use the bathroom, so I had to have a catheter put in. It also has other side effects for the mother so they have to keep an eye on me, but so far so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It worked and the contractions got under control, they did have to go up to 3 grams at one point as I was contracting right through 2, and at that dose I felt like I was going to melt into the bed. Thankfully, we've been holding steady at 2 now. I am able to handle these side effects much better...I'm sleepy, my eyes burn, I'm flushed and hot and have a general feeling of being out of it, but I can see straight as opposed to at the higher dose. It's hard to concentrate on things. It has weakened my muscles, but I have proven that I can get up to use the bathroom and take a 3 minute shower in a chair, so he let me get the catheter out yesterday! Yeah, that was driving me nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most importantly of all, the baby is doing well and I'm still pregnant! After consulting with my high risk OB, they have decided that the plan is to leave the meds right where they are for at least a few days, and then try to wean me off (which so far hadn't been successful). If I can't get off of it, I might be stuck here until 34 weeks. But whatever it takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The hardest part is I miss my boys. We have decided that they will just stay with their dad, who has been pretty accommodating through all of this...he even brings them up to visit me. That makes things a lot easier on Brett, who cannot possibly do it all right now...life goes on and he still has to work as well. This way the boys' life will be a little more structured without as much running around...and I will still get to see them several times a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is not easy, but it sure beats the alternative. At 26 weeks, we were given a survival rate of 60-70% by one of the NICU doctors up here. Of those that survive, 60-70% will not have any long term complications. Now that we are past 27 weeks, we are at the 80% mark! We have several things in our favor as well...I got the steroid shots to mature the lungs, girls do better than boys when born early, and we are already in a hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That about sums it up for now...keep checking back for updates. And thank you to everyone who has been praying for us. We strongly believe in the power of prayer and each and every one you send up there is much appreciated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-7463858120396769389?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/7463858120396769389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=7463858120396769389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7463858120396769389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/7463858120396769389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-at-hospital.html' title='Life at the Hospital...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-9161187214467631283</id><published>2007-03-11T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:25:41.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is a sister?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she grew up with you...she shares more of your memories than anyone else in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she just "gets" you, and she knows what that means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's someone who hugs your children...and they feel familiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she has unspoken permission to boss your husband around...not to mention your kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she knows her way around your kitchen, and when she can't find something, she isn't afraid to dig for it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she cleans just like you do, without any silly questions like "where's your mop?" or "what else needs to be done?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she folds laundry just like you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she knows when something's wrong by the way you answer the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's always on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's makes you feel better just by being there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I'm lucky enough to have two of them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sister, Sonia, just left our house this morning:(  She was here since Thursday at noon, so we got to have a nice long visit!  She did so many things for us around here that it is unbelievable!  Laundry, cooking, shopping, dishes, cleaning, and I could go on...all while looking after her two little ones.  She even made us rice krispie treats and packed my "just in case" hospital bag.  Of course, we got in a game of Scrabble while munching on our favorite snack, Cheetos.  (She beat me.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Charlotte joined in Mason's fascination with our pet gerbils and they snuck downstairs with Uncle Brett every chance they got to play with them.  I got lots of hugs and kisses from the kids and I can't believe how much they've grown since the last time I saw them:)  It was a great weekend and I can't wait to see them again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks so much, Sonia...you don't even realize how nice it was for me to have you here!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-9161187214467631283?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/9161187214467631283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=9161187214467631283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9161187214467631283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/9161187214467631283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/sisters.html' title='Sisters...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-8173071726389593326</id><published>2007-03-09T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:03:37.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Labor and Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Two nights ago, the night after my appointment with the high risk ob, we took a trip into labor and delivery.  I was having contractions 3 to 5 minutes apart that wouldn't stop even after increasing my meds like I had been told to do.  I had gotten them to slow down 2 other times during the day, but this time it wasn't working.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So we headed in at 9pm without even waiting for the doctor to call back.  When I got there the contractions were about 4 minutes apart and my heart was racing from all the meds I had to take.  They called the doctor on call and he said that if I didn't have any contractions that showed up on the monitor after an hour to send me home.  I was not comfortable with that AT ALL!  It was difficult for the nurse to find my contractions since I'm so early, and the button she gave me to mark when I was having a contraction wasn't working.  Just because they didn't show up didn't mean I wasn't having them!  And the nurse could feel my tummy tightening up with them.  Obviously, these contractions had been enough to shorten and dilate my cervix over the previous 2 days...so I wasn't leaving until they stopped and we knew I wasn't progressing more.  The doctor on call then told my nurse to call my doc at home and wake him up.  WHEW!  He adjusted my meds and said to try to sleep and he would be in in the morning to check me out.  He said that sometimes sleep can be very helpful in calming contractions even when medication can't.  He also ordered the steroid shot to help mature the baby's lungs mature just in case, but I said I didn't want it until I talked to him personally about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He was right.  By morning, they had slowed to 2 an hour, and my cervix was still the same as it had been the day before...1 cm dilated.  He consulted with my high risk ob before letting me go home and they decided that I should remain on the higher dose of my meds until I go in again on Monday at least.  They also agreed to wait on the steroid shots for now.  They are most effective if given as close to birth as possible, so apparently they are confident that we have some time.  I was released at about noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hadn't had a trip to labor and delivery for over 3 weeks before this one.  If I get 3 more weeks before the next one, I'll be very greatful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-8173071726389593326?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/8173071726389593326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=8173071726389593326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8173071726389593326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/8173071726389593326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/trip-to-labor-and-delivery.html' title='Trip to Labor and Delivery'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2059146113167564770</id><published>2007-03-07T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:19:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got back from my appointment with my high risk ob and, unfortunately, there have been some changes.  I have had quite a few contractions this week and they have started to affect my cervix.  After a very complete exam, I was told that my cervix is showing funneling and has shortened from 5 to 3.5cm and has dilated to 1cm.  If it goes below 2cm in length, I will have to be admitted to the hospital.  I have been told to pay even closer attention to my contractions and to increase my meds according to a specific schedule as soon as they start.  The thing the OB said that bothered me the most was, "Let's just try to get a couple more weeks out of this."  I was thinking more in terms of a couple more MONTHS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the positive side, our little girl looks perfect, just kicking away in there without a care in the world:)  And at this point, each day in the womb increases chances of survival by 2 to 3 percent.  Stay in there, sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2059146113167564770?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2059146113167564770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2059146113167564770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2059146113167564770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2059146113167564770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-5470521313570573608</id><published>2007-03-06T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:22:55.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Weeks and Going Strong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I'm 25 weeks pregnant!  I had my weekly doctor appointment yesterday, and everything is stable for now, despite quite a few contractions over the weekend...so great news!  I had my glucose test and it came back borderline, so I'll have to do the 3 hour test to rule out gestational diabetes.  But I'm not too worried about it because quite commonly a woman will fail the first one only to pass the second without any problems.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is my appointment with my high risk ob who will do an ultrasound to check cervical length and of course take a peak at the baby.  I'll let you know how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Sonia (one of my sisters) is coming for a visit with her two kids!  I can't believe I haven't seen any of them since my wedding way back in September.  I can't wait!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-5470521313570573608?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/5470521313570573608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=5470521313570573608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5470521313570573608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/5470521313570573608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/25-weeks-and-going-strong.html' title='25 Weeks and Going Strong!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-1160920115289855845</id><published>2007-03-04T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:17:46.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ER Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today we had yet another trip to the hospital, but not for me this time...for Kaden. He was laying in front of the tv watching Bambi 2, and all of a sudden he jumped up and looked terrified, then started crying. He told me he swallowed a ball from his Magnetix...apparently after choking on it for a second or two! He said it was hurting in his throat. So I told Brett to throw some clothes on, and I threw some on Kaden (they were still in their jammies)...and off they went. They did an x-ray to make sure it went down the "right" pipe and to see exactly where it was. It was already on it's way into the intestine and is expected to come out the other end without any trouble. WHEW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, needless to say, the Magnetix went on the very very top shelf that none of the kids can reach, and we had a very long talk about what NOT to put in your mouth. All these years of telling the Kaden "get that out of your mouth" and now he finally gets it...he won't be doing that again anytime soon. Just when you think you don't have to worry about choking anymore...think again. With kids, you NEVER know what you are gonna get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-1160920115289855845?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/1160920115289855845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=1160920115289855845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1160920115289855845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/1160920115289855845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/er-trip.html' title='ER Trip!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-4204943114207928377</id><published>2007-03-02T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:08:37.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Tuesday I passed up my first goal of 24 weeks!  My doctor's appointment on Monday went well...I got my usual progesterone shot, got weighed, had blood pressure checked, and all that stuff.  I asked the doc if I could spend some time sitting up since the contractions have been under control for the most part, and he said nope.  Until 32 weeks we have to be very careful.  So that's a bummer but what can you do.  I'm just thrilled to be past the 24 week mark, from here on out I feel like I at least have my head above water!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This week has gone by much faster than last week, so that's good.  I think I'm settling into my routine with the bed rest and am accepting the fact that my days consist of watching TV, reading, playing on the internet, talking on the phone, and if I'm lucky getting a shower and putting on clean clothes.  Oh yeah, I've also done a little baby shopping online:)  The boys are getting use to the routine, too.  Kaden crawls right up by me on the couch for snuggles before bed, and Jordan sits in bed by me and lets me borrow his gameboy...isn't that sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jordan felt the baby move for the first time the other night.  He has been a little leary of touching my tummy (it is very weird afterall), but this time I just said "give me your hand" and put it where she was moving, and he felt a kick right away.  His face lit up and a surprised "HA" came out of his mouth.  As much as he has been trying to keep his excitement a secret, he couldn't contain it at that moment.  I asked, "do you want to feel it again?"  He replied with a simple, "no".  I guess that was enough excitement for him for one day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-4204943114207928377?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/4204943114207928377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=4204943114207928377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4204943114207928377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/4204943114207928377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/03/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-2465794607407390531</id><published>2007-02-22T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:10:04.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Dr. Seuss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rd3QVkSh59I/AAAAAAAAADc/TkRaIo3S3p8/s1600-h/horton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034409027407308754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rd3QVkSh59I/AAAAAAAAADc/TkRaIo3S3p8/s320/horton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sighed Mayzie, a lazy bird hatching an egg:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm tired and I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;And I've kinks in my leg&lt;br /&gt;From sitting, just sitting here day after day.&lt;br /&gt;It's work! How I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather play!&lt;br /&gt;I'd take a vacation, fly off for a rest&lt;br /&gt;If I could find someone to stay on my nest!&lt;br /&gt;If I could find someone, I'd fly away--free. . . ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-2465794607407390531?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/2465794607407390531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=2465794607407390531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2465794607407390531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/2465794607407390531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-old-dr-seuss.html' title='Good Old Dr. Seuss!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/Rd3QVkSh59I/AAAAAAAAADc/TkRaIo3S3p8/s72-c/horton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4812984759451605988.post-286385386359760980</id><published>2007-02-21T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:03:10.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So today ends my third day of bedrest!  I'm still waiting to settle into this routine...it is quite the adjustment.  You would think that since I have been through this before (7 weeks with Kaden) that it would be easier.  Especially since I have spent much of this pregnancy resting already.  I guess I just had the hope that it would get better at some point and the contractions would just stop and I would be allowed to go about life as usual.  Instead I have been sentenced to a minimum of 9 weeks of bedrest.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of the hardest parts is that I cannot be the mother I want to be to the kids right now.  I have to sit back and watch as they do all the things I want to be helping them with.  I can't go to Kaden's performance at school, and I can't pick up Jordan from basketball.  The medication I'm on to control the contractions gives me a headache, and my butt is sore from the weekly progesterone shots I get also to prevent contractions.  I have been wanting to go on a mini vacation with Brett before the baby was born, but it looks like that is out of the question.  I can no longer go to work or even church.  It's very difficult to feel so out of control!  I could go on and on...but I would rather try to focus on the positives, so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The shot and the medication that gives me a headache is working to control the contractions.  I haven't made a trip to labor and delivery in 10 whole days now!  And my cervix hasn't even started to change yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a wonderful husband who can pick up Jordan from basketball, videotape Kaden's performance, and take all 4 kids to church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The kids are old enough to understand what is going on, and capable enough to do lots of things without any help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the baby is born, I know people who know how to care for a baby so we can take that mini vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I might get better at letting go and letting God through all of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm pretty sure the world isn't going to fall down around me while I am laying on my couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dust doesn't hurt anything, neither do hairy legs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have a very supportive friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't have to go to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't have to cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't have to clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm going to have a daughter!  Something I had given up on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what was my problem again??  Please pray for me to find the patience and the strength to continue to find the positives in life as the weeks progress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4812984759451605988-286385386359760980?l=stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/feeds/286385386359760980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4812984759451605988&amp;postID=286385386359760980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/286385386359760980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4812984759451605988/posts/default/286385386359760980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stoptheride-julie.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-days-down.html' title='3 Days Down!'/><author><name>Julie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CkxvGGl3vOc/TO14h-0Q5kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/MNt-Dvm0ZPs/S220/BlueOwl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
