<?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-7864586319765094031</id><updated>2012-03-02T07:29:15.513-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Daddy/Husby'/><category term='Social Media'/><category term='Visits'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='RJ'/><category term='Cloth Diapering'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Wordless'/><category term='Through a Mother&apos;s Lens'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Things I Love'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Military'/><category term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Milestones'/><category term='Momma/Me'/><category term='LittleE'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Hillside Ravine</title><subtitle type='html'>A quiet collection of
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tucked away for future days.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6026124334595228741</id><published>2012-02-26T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T21:38:19.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>The More Things Change ...</title><content type='html'>... the more they stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nearly six months later, I'm finally back behind my keyboard, ready to continue documenting this life. In an effort to keep a more complete record, retro-posts will likely appear&amp;nbsp;periodically; mothering two babes under two years old prevents timely posting, I'm afraid. Still, I'd rather post late than never. While blogs may be fewer and farther between, updates are always available though other forms of social media:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twitter:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/HillsideRavine" target="_blank"&gt;@HillsideRavine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/katygefaller" target="_blank"&gt;Little Misses Kate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oS0SJti1lVY/T0r6oF3UO3I/AAAAAAAABLM/_8VJVLOgrHQ/s1600/StickFamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oS0SJti1lVY/T0r6oF3UO3I/AAAAAAAABLM/_8VJVLOgrHQ/s1600/StickFamily.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/7864586319765094031-6026124334595228741?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6026124334595228741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-things-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6026124334595228741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6026124334595228741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-things-change.html' title='The More Things Change ...'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oS0SJti1lVY/T0r6oF3UO3I/AAAAAAAABLM/_8VJVLOgrHQ/s72-c/StickFamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9071533889696439454</id><published>2012-02-22T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T22:50:06.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIZJt2H8Pn8/T0sLWyMSXPI/AAAAAAAABLU/_b3QJD-3pJ4/s400/Boys.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9071533889696439454?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9071533889696439454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2012/02/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9071533889696439454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9071533889696439454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2012/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PIZJt2H8Pn8/T0sLWyMSXPI/AAAAAAAABLU/_b3QJD-3pJ4/s72-c/Boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2595125151180781352</id><published>2011-10-12T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T21:07:27.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhAs40iyIPQ/TpdGDpXWPaI/AAAAAAAABHs/L9yzwTFXOHk/s1600/IMG00609-20111010-1824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhAs40iyIPQ/TpdGDpXWPaI/AAAAAAAABHs/L9yzwTFXOHk/s320/IMG00609-20111010-1824.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wF_3bjFwXL8/TpdGJz1aeiI/AAAAAAAABH0/uzBo93C7hYY/s1600/IMG00610-20111010-1825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wF_3bjFwXL8/TpdGJz1aeiI/AAAAAAAABH0/uzBo93C7hYY/s400/IMG00610-20111010-1825.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-2595125151180781352?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2595125151180781352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2595125151180781352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2595125151180781352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday_12.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhAs40iyIPQ/TpdGDpXWPaI/AAAAAAAABHs/L9yzwTFXOHk/s72-c/IMG00609-20111010-1824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4921081130300211984</id><published>2011-10-05T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T21:07:22.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWfYUCMLMCE/TpdFyGZVBZI/AAAAAAAABHk/AIoJYp0ZQlE/s1600/IMG00584-20111001-1125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWfYUCMLMCE/TpdFyGZVBZI/AAAAAAAABHk/AIoJYp0ZQlE/s640/IMG00584-20111001-1125.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4921081130300211984?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4921081130300211984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4921081130300211984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4921081130300211984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWfYUCMLMCE/TpdFyGZVBZI/AAAAAAAABHk/AIoJYp0ZQlE/s72-c/IMG00584-20111001-1125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8390520335415100658</id><published>2011-09-11T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T21:07:17.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His first car ride, a waving brother, welcoming signs on the door - LittleE's day has been full of excitement already, and now we're home, together again as a family. RJ has decided that he likes this tiny person who has invaded his family, and is glad to have Momma &amp;amp; Daddy home with him again - three days with Grandma &amp;amp; Aunt Boo (and Grandpa) was fun, but he was more than ready to have us back. So we settle in, practicing our balance of two boys while we still have helping hands nearby. Twice the diapers, twice the feedings, twice the loves. My heart, which now resides in &lt;i&gt;two &lt;/i&gt;little bodies outside my own, overflows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8390520335415100658?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8390520335415100658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8390520335415100658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8390520335415100658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7809814938562038058</id><published>2011-09-10T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T15:11:20.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>The Birth of a Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gehyySMUQ-0/TnzmpFpWc9I/AAAAAAAABHM/G0CioTBY_bQ/s1600/IMG-20110909-00282.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gehyySMUQ-0/TnzmpFpWc9I/AAAAAAAABHM/G0CioTBY_bQ/s640/IMG-20110909-00282.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having arrived at the &lt;a href="http://wesleymc.com/our-services/womens-services/birthcare-center.dot"&gt;BirthCare Center&lt;/a&gt; for a 7am induction, we went over the birth plan with our doula, MissJ, one last time as the nurse started my IV. Four attempts and a sore arm later, I was hooked up to 500cc of fluid - two veins had blown before the nurse changed over to a smaller catheter and was able to finally get a working connection. She was trying to make things as comfortable as possible for me, but wanted to try again for the larger needle once I was re-hydrated; I was in no mood for more sticks and ready to get things going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By 8:45am, I was adequately hydrated and able to be unhooked from the fluid lines. My doctor arrived for the induction, and when informed about the trouble we had getting an IV started joked that we would have had an easier time if I had heroin track marks for them to follow. He asked the nurse for his 'fresh stick from the tree out back' with which to break my water - his sense of humor put the room at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoping to help speed things along, we went for a walk around the building. But as had been the case for the last few weeks, as long as I was up and moving my contractions were light and easy. Back in the room, I decided to rest in a chair for a few minutes, and before I knew it I was having some pretty strong contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This can't be the real thing yet, we're just getting started. Wait it out, it's only going to get worse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn't last very long sitting by myself - soon I was asking that Husby be nearer, holding me and helping me breathe through each contraction. We had talked about using the bath tub to help relax when things got tough, and before we hit 10 o'clock I was ready to get in. I let go of Husby just long enough for him to get into his trunks (in case he needed to get into the water with me), and settled into the warm tub. With the hand-held shower head pointed at my belly I was able to work through contractions fairly effectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Down the hall, another laboring mother coded, and our nurse was pulled to help bring her back. She returned a little shaken, and asked me to re-consider the larger IV catheter 'just in case', since the small one I had wouldn't allow quick administration of drugs should it become necessary. For her sake, I decided to give it another try since my veins should be more cooperative after the fluid I was administered. A young anesthesiology was sent to do the sticking, since they were supposed to be better at finding good veins quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just hold on, work through this one contraction and she'll be done. You can do this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two failed sticks later, she was annoyed with my being in the tub since it made things harder on her. Contraction after contraction kept me from being able to communicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make her stop! Someone make her stop and get her out of here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I finally caught a break from contractions, MissJ reminded me that I could tell her to stop anytime. "No more" was all I could utter as I pulled my arm away from her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you ready for your epidural now?" Her snotty voice made me want to scream, but my energy was needed elsewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No. Get out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was starting to shiver in the tub, so we decided to get a seat for me to sit up on and get more of my body under the shower. Half way out of the tub another contraction hit me and I landed harder than intended on the seat; it flipped sideways and fell into the tub, taking me with it. I didn't have the will to try again, so a warm blanket was brought in to put over me in the water; Husby and MissJ poured and sprayed water over me and on my belly to keep me from freezing and help me relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After about a hour and a half, the intensity of the contractions was really starting to effect my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't take this if it's just going to get worse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I heard myself asking for drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait! That's not what I want! Don't give me drugs! I can do this!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Husby could see the panic in my eyes, and asked me if I wanted to be checked (we had agreed ahead of time that we would take this first, smaller step before hooking up to any pain meds).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes! That's what I mean! I don't want drugs, I just want to know where I am!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be checked, I had to be in the bed - which meant I had to get out of the tub. Towels and blankets were readied to dry me off and keep me warm, and we waited until a contraction was over to start moving. No sooner did my feet hit the floor than a huge contraction hit, and I went limp. With MissJ in front of me and Husby behind they managed to keep me from hitting the floor until I could support myself again and make my way to the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I needed to lay on my back in the bed, but only made it up onto my hands and knees before another contraction hit. The nurse tried anyway, and thought I was about at 7cm, but asked me to try to roll over so she could be sure. A couple more contractions passed before I could move, but once I was settled she confirmed that I was already almost at 8cm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That can't be right. We haven't been doing this long enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My brain knew that we were already in Transition, the hardest but shortest part of labor, just before the pushing stage. But my mind was reeling with the intensity of the contractions, and I again heard myself asking for something to take the edge off. MissJ was ready with the suggestion of Stadol, which wouldn't make the contractions themselves less intense but would give me more of a break in between to catch my breath and relax - it was the one thing I had considered beforehand, and was prepared to accept if needed given it's minimal effects on the baby. Since I was already so far along (and just wouldn't admit it to myself), my doctor would only approve a quarter of the usual dose. Administered during a contraction to further lessen it's effect on the baby, I felt it almost immediately - as long as I kept my eyes open I was alert, but as soon as I let them close I started to dose when I wasn't contracting. Thanks to the Stadol, I was allowed about a half an hour of 'rest' before the real work began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The contractions started coming three and four at a time, and I was having to really work to get through each one. To cope with the intensity, I had been breathing low and started vocalizing with my exhales. As the intensity rose, and my breaks shortened (the Stadol was wearing off), my vocalizations began to get higher and tighter. Reminding me to focus low and slow my breathing, MissJ could see that we needed a change and suggested using a squat bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once I was upright, Baby flipped himself around to face upwards, causing intense back labor. MissJ moved around behind me to help support and put counter pressure where I was hurting. Husby moved in front of me to help hold me up, and my eyes locked on his just as one of my toughest contractions hit. My vocalizations were high and tight as my body fought against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't freak out. If you freak out, he'll freak out, and we need him to not freak out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His calm voice brought me back: "You can do this. I'm right here. You're doing so well."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My legs no longer able to support me, I laid back on MissJ, who's knee happened to land just at the point in my back that needed counter pressure. I had planned to rest for only a moment but ended up staying there for quite a few contractions. A second nurse appeared and began preparing tables and instruments; I heard myself asking what she was doing, and was told that she was setting up for delivery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's got to be crazy. She has no idea that we just got here. We are so not ready to have this baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of readying for the birth, along with the rising intensity of contractions, began to overwhelm me and I again asked to be checked. Our nurse was out of the room, so the second nurse stopped her setting up and came over to see how far I was. She measured me at about 8cm, essentially the same as I had been an hour before. I was disappointed to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're not even progressing! What does she think she's doing setting up all that stuff? Now I have to stare at useless tables for hours!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When she returned, our nurse held a fetal monitor to my belly and detected decels in Baby's heart rate. She helped me move to lay on my left side to alleviate some stress on him - in an instant, my contractions changed. Up to this point, I was able to focus on being open and relaxed with each contraction. Now, when I tried to be open, my body started pushing on it's own. Since I knew I wasn't to 10cm yet, I tried to pull back and keep from pushing, but it only made things more intense. When a contraction ended, I tried to tell Husby and MissJ that I couldn't stop myself from pushing. I looked up to find my doctor walking in to check on us. He quickly slipped his gloves on to check me; he felt merely a rim, but said I could easily push past what was left, and that was all I needed to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here we go. Deep breaths. Holy cow, we're going to have a baby.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the next contraction, I pushed with intent. Being able to feel what I was doing, I could focus my energy where I knew it was effective. As I felt Baby descend, my doctor helped him to turn back into an easier position; I gripped Husby's hand a little tighter. His voice encouraged me that I was making progress, and with MissJ's help I repositioned myself for the birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through two or three contractions I pushed continuously, and before I really knew what was happening, my son born. LittleE joined us at 1:27pm, weighing 8lbs 13oz and measuring 20 inches long. Placed immediately on my chest, he looked up at us, his parents, for the first time, and my heart swelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2207IIx04VI/Tnzm68JFRUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jiboqFXm30Q/s1600/Wichita-20110909-00301.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2207IIx04VI/Tnzm68JFRUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/jiboqFXm30Q/s640/Wichita-20110909-00301.jpg" width="480" /&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/7864586319765094031-7809814938562038058?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7809814938562038058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/birth-of-brother.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7809814938562038058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7809814938562038058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/birth-of-brother.html' title='The Birth of a Brother'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gehyySMUQ-0/TnzmpFpWc9I/AAAAAAAABHM/G0CioTBY_bQ/s72-c/IMG-20110909-00282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9170679425668198687</id><published>2011-09-09T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:56:15.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Impending Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 4:45 on Friday morning, and I can't sleep because the child in my belly will very soon be out. Grandma snores in the living room, ready to take over Toddler duty as Husby and I venture off to the hospital's birthing center. We had planned to go into labor naturally, on our own, but lately my blood pressure, protein, and sugar numbers have been concerning, and my doctor has scheduled us for an induction this morning for our safety. Technically, today is our 39th week &amp;amp; 4th day of this pregnancy (although if you count by my dates instead of the ultrasound, we're really at 41 weeks &amp;amp; 5 days), making it reasonable to ask Baby Boy to leave his current residence and enter the world with the rest of us. Nervously excited, I sit here typing in the dark while Husby catches a few more minutes of sleep. In just a few more hours, I'll be able to sit back and marvel as my husband holds his second son for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9170679425668198687?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9170679425668198687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/impending-birth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9170679425668198687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9170679425668198687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/09/impending-birth.html' title='Impending Birth'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6510611822096528942</id><published>2011-08-28T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:45:00.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big brother is watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each day as you grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's patiently waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wanting to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What color your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hair will soon be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Will you look like Momma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or Daddy, or me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big brother is anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hold you so tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To love you and hug you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And kiss you goodnight;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While you're in my belly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you're out here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll have a Big Brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who'll always be near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6510611822096528942?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6510611822096528942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-brothers-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6510611822096528942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6510611822096528942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-brothers-poem.html' title='Big Brother&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3282069433821441587</id><published>2011-08-20T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T05:55:43.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Rocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The slow rhythm calms. Back and forth, back and forth. Soft music plays in the background as his head sinks heavily into my shoulder. Back and forth. His legs wrap around my ever-expanding belly, perching himself atop his brother. Breath sounds grow slow and heavy as little hands reach up to hold my face. The scent of clean baby wafts up to me, and I lean in for a stronger sniff. Back and forth. I close my eyes and memorize this moment - this small boy held tight, in his last days alone. Soon my time will be shared between two, both in need of love - and rocking. But for now, I treasure these moments with my firstborn. Back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3282069433821441587?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3282069433821441587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/rocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3282069433821441587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3282069433821441587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/rocking.html' title='Rocking'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5282045345749061267</id><published>2011-08-15T05:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T05:46:22.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's official - my baby now sleeps in a Big Boy Bed, his crib sitting empty in wait of his little brother. I won't say the transition was seamless (we may have had one bad night, complete with puke-inducing sobs), but we persevered. On the third night, he discovered how to get out of bed on his own and has since needed some reminding that bed time is sleeping time, but a few minutes in the rocking chair are usually all that's required. We awaken to the sounds of tiny knocks on his bedroom door, letting us know that he's ready for a new day - even if we're not. And while naps are alluding us at the moment, we're optimistic that his sleep schedule will even itself out in the near future and we'll have a well-adjusted toddler just in time to introduce a tiny new person to the family dynamic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5282045345749061267?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5282045345749061267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-boy-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5282045345749061267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5282045345749061267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6430840315295467703</id><published>2011-08-13T05:16:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:51:31.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Husby and I took full advantage of Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's visit this weekend to squeeze in a Dinner-and-a-Movie Date tonight - a glorious 4+ hours of&amp;nbsp;uninterrupted&amp;nbsp;non-parenting. Celebrating our forth anniversary, we enjoyed a relaxing evening of Harry Potter and restaurant dining and returned to find a sleeping toddler and a clean home. It's evenings such as this when I wish we lived closer to family ... and am grateful for the ease with which my parents can travel to visit us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6430840315295467703?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6430840315295467703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6430840315295467703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6430840315295467703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2165445492822088789</id><published>2011-08-11T05:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:35:00.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Four Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UAbREtDog/TFE-VhMf8wI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qzeDDOczoDc/s1600/M+K+068Crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UAbREtDog/TFE-VhMf8wI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qzeDDOczoDc/s640/M+K+068Crop.jpg" width="522" /&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/7864586319765094031-2165445492822088789?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2165445492822088789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/four-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2165445492822088789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2165445492822088789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/four-years.html' title='Four Years'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v9UAbREtDog/TFE-VhMf8wI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qzeDDOczoDc/s72-c/M+K+068Crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8695347186146443863</id><published>2011-08-01T07:19:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T05:58:54.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Birth Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In preparations for Baby Boy's impending arrival, Husby and I have been taking classes and reading up on all things natural. Both startling and surprising are the facts that surround that way babies are born, especially in our 'educated' nation. Arming ourselves with a knowledgeable, experienced birth team, and taking the time to research all possibilities and options, we're confident that this birth will be quite different (and safer for both Momma and Baby) than &lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-months-old.html" target="_blank" &gt;our first&lt;/a&gt;. While RJ's birth seemed perfectly normal at the time (and, in deed, it was 'normal' by American standards), we've since learned much more about how childbirth is supposed to happen - naturally - and are hopeful that we'll be able to put that knowledge to work for us in the coming weeks. We've found a wonderfully supportive &lt;a href="http://www.awhobgyn.net/clinicians/jensen.html" target="_blank"&gt;doctor&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://wesleymc.com/our-services/womens-services/birthcare-center.dot" target="_blank"&gt;hospital&lt;/a&gt;, have hired a &lt;a href="http://www.specialmomentsdoula.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Doula&lt;/a&gt; to assist us in labor, and wrote out our birth plan to help guide us to the birth experience we desire. And while we know that things can change as we go along - even up to the last few moments of pregnancy - we pray that we'll be able to follow through with our plans and deliver a healthy baby boy in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8695347186146443863?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8695347186146443863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/birth-plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8695347186146443863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8695347186146443863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/08/birth-plans.html' title='Birth Plans'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3749157721306157912</id><published>2011-07-31T08:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T08:24:55.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;After 3 weeks of "camping", our moving truck arrived ready to be unloaded. Grandpa &amp;amp; Uncle A drove up to help with the move&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(and pick up a table we've been holding for them), and the men worked through the heat advisories to get all our belongings unpacked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nS-mDICjuRw/Tj08-YLJ12I/AAAAAAAABFA/vCRazPuJiGc/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nS-mDICjuRw/Tj08-YLJ12I/AAAAAAAABFA/vCRazPuJiGc/s400/IMG_1715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmK2SoNNUoA/Tj08_SUS0TI/AAAAAAAABFE/gTGBbmpRFDg/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmK2SoNNUoA/Tj08_SUS0TI/AAAAAAAABFE/gTGBbmpRFDg/s640/IMG_1722.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iOZCogotio/Tj09CI0L5rI/AAAAAAAABFI/E1462b64Ss8/s1600/IMG_1724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iOZCogotio/Tj09CI0L5rI/AAAAAAAABFI/E1462b64Ss8/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ANWiE4JTdA/Tj09DdX7rDI/AAAAAAAABFM/MSExJ89qX3g/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ANWiE4JTdA/Tj09DdX7rDI/AAAAAAAABFM/MSExJ89qX3g/s640/IMG_1727.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aA4dGkzjGK0/Tj09Eye610I/AAAAAAAABFQ/8BnDeN9K7LA/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aA4dGkzjGK0/Tj09Eye610I/AAAAAAAABFQ/8BnDeN9K7LA/s640/IMG_1729.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Some of our things are being kept in storage for now, and we had the truck parked at the unit for ease of unloading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thus, Grandpa's van became a sudo moving truck, transporting pieces to our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A day &amp;amp; a half later, we have an empty truck and a no-longer-empty living space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9060059829422491892?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9060059829422491892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/movers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9060059829422491892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9060059829422491892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/movers.html' title='Movers'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nS-mDICjuRw/Tj08-YLJ12I/AAAAAAAABFA/vCRazPuJiGc/s72-c/IMG_1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1045820546846109132</id><published>2011-07-18T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:13:28.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bJWiHugGXM0?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1045820546846109132?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1045820546846109132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1045820546846109132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1045820546846109132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bJWiHugGXM0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5599124491099482012</id><published>2011-07-13T04:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T05:02:21.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orv01m0YSCE/Th8_PZ8CVII/AAAAAAAABEg/d3bVBUf7ZDc/s1600/IMG00491-20110712-1628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orv01m0YSCE/Th8_PZ8CVII/AAAAAAAABEg/d3bVBUf7ZDc/s640/IMG00491-20110712-1628.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVGSFZ4aFmg/Th8_Qp_wW8I/AAAAAAAABEk/z8J6TkP88uE/s1600/IMG00494-20110712-1628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bVGSFZ4aFmg/Th8_Qp_wW8I/AAAAAAAABEk/z8J6TkP88uE/s640/IMG00494-20110712-1628.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5599124491099482012?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5599124491099482012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5599124491099482012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5599124491099482012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orv01m0YSCE/Th8_PZ8CVII/AAAAAAAABEg/d3bVBUf7ZDc/s72-c/IMG00491-20110712-1628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1251155414446218589</id><published>2011-07-12T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T15:29:54.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>"Camping"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Armed with an air matress, play pen, and a few kitchen essentials, we've been "camping" in our new apartment for the last seven days. It seems that a paperwork hiccup is keeping our moving truck in Mississippi for the next few weeks, so we're making due (and thriving!) with what we have on hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good News: our home is nearly void of anything RJ can't play with, in, on, or under &lt;br /&gt;(so long as we keep the bathroom door closed) - all the 'dangerous' items are in the moving truck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad News: aside from three bar stools (furnished with the apartment), we have no furniture whatsoever, &lt;br /&gt;which gets a little interesting (and uncomfortable) at times as my get-up-off-the-floor speed steadily decreases.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're expecting to be able to move the truck mid-August, giving us just enough time to get unpacked and settled before Baby Boy decides he's ready to emerge. For now, we're eating off of plastic plates and enjoying the extra space to play in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1251155414446218589?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1251155414446218589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1251155414446218589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1251155414446218589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping.html' title='&quot;Camping&quot;'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3765358197515610512</id><published>2011-07-09T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:38:10.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Auntie K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" 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K'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NvVtDln4rEM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4591526356306346682</id><published>2011-07-07T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:44:47.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Toddling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zHo3Xcr3waE?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4591526356306346682?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4591526356306346682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/toddling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4591526356306346682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4591526356306346682'/><link 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href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XIsSo1u4ee4/ThMAwUdskeI/AAAAAAAABCw/m8D1KXCe254/s72-c/IMG-20110704-00157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9149449935277463952</id><published>2011-06-30T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:48:05.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One year ago today I sat in a tiny, old, one-bedroom TLF at Hill Air Force Base and missed my family. A thousand miles from the nearest friend, I was a lonely mother of a 2-month-old little boy. I yearned for a connection to everyone we had left behind. This blog was born out of my desperation - grandparents wanted updates on the baby, and I needed an outlet. Each afternoon, I sat down to chronicle our life, and through those daily&amp;nbsp;missiles&amp;nbsp;I felt a little closer to home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It wasn't long until we were able to leave Utah, the source of the most unhappy months of my life, and found ourselves nearer to at least some of the people we loved. But many interested parties were still far from us, and voiced their support for my continuing&amp;nbsp;narrative&amp;nbsp;of our life. I've maintained the daily updates through life in 4 different states now, with visits to many others, and have enjoyed the connection this blog gives me to loved ones far and near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not only have I kept in closer contact with those whom we love, but I've also gotten to know many other mommas here in the blogging interwebs. Priceless knowledge and strength has been gleaned from the posts of mothers just like me, raising their families in a manner I would like to&amp;nbsp;imitate. Through my connection to other bloggers, I've learned about myself and how to be a better mother to my boys and wife to my loving Husby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the birth of our second child merely weeks away, daily postings are a luxury I'm not sure I'll be able to afford myself in the near future. I intended this blog as a place to hold memories, to be able to look back and see where we've been. And while I've done my best to keep up with a daily post, I've begun to see that this blog and it's readers may benefit from less-frequent, more-heartfelt postings. Thus, I've decided to cease holding myself to a once-a-day standard. Have no fear, little blog - you'll still be seeing me often. But from now on, my visits will be more meaning full and less hurried. My boys keep my busy, and I'm sure they'll keep your pages alive and well.&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/7864586319765094031-9149449935277463952?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9149449935277463952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9149449935277463952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9149449935277463952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8152380312584150521</id><published>2011-06-29T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:47:38.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Uncle A's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday, Uncle A!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please excuse the poor quality in both photos and writing in recent days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My camera is packed away, leaving me only a sub-par camera phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with which to capture the essence of my little boy and our daily life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life has been getting in the way of blogging lately, and I like it that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8152380312584150521?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8152380312584150521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/uncle-as-21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8152380312584150521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8152380312584150521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/uncle-as-21st.html' title='Uncle A&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4026024743253657299</id><published>2011-06-28T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:50:29.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>On the Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Fm2YwZaCE/Tg0YN3dR1xI/AAAAAAAABBc/0mVJ9yXG70s/s1600/IMG00467-20110627-0924.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Fm2YwZaCE/Tg0YN3dR1xI/AAAAAAAABBc/0mVJ9yXG70s/s640/IMG00467-20110627-0924.jpg" width="480" /&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/7864586319765094031-4026024743253657299?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4026024743253657299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-couch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4026024743253657299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4026024743253657299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-couch.html' title='On the Couch'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8Fm2YwZaCE/Tg0YN3dR1xI/AAAAAAAABBc/0mVJ9yXG70s/s72-c/IMG00467-20110627-0924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5351864358458446847</id><published>2011-06-27T08:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:38:17.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>A Walking Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zoz6lMpvyE4?rel=0" width="600"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5351864358458446847?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5351864358458446847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/walking-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5351864358458446847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5351864358458446847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/walking-video.html' title='A Walking Video'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zoz6lMpvyE4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7780836383805881932</id><published>2011-06-26T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:37:02.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He used to be so little ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;facing the back as he rode in the car ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7kliNuynHU/TgxxElZAb6I/AAAAAAAABBI/ofqukNfCi0s/s1600/IMG00416-20110511-1251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7kliNuynHU/TgxxElZAb6I/AAAAAAAABBI/ofqukNfCi0s/s400/IMG00416-20110511-1251.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;sitting on Daddy's lap to read a bedtime story ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I know he's not much bigger now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;but he just won't stop growing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7780836383805881932?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7780836383805881932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7780836383805881932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7780836383805881932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/getting-closer.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y7kliNuynHU/TgxxElZAb6I/AAAAAAAABBI/ofqukNfCi0s/s72-c/IMG00416-20110511-1251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1767215893351708561</id><published>2011-06-25T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:36:55.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few months before we were married, and knowing that we would need to keep up with family and friends while on the move, Husby invested in a laptop. She served us well for four years, allowing us to check the news, webcam with grandparents, and ... oh yeah, keep a blog. But her time was coming to an end; she has been threatening to crash for some time now. Instead of waiting for the inevitable, we took her to Best Buy this afternoon as a trade-in. Since she was a fairly expensive laptop for her time (and hadn't actually crashed yet), we were able to get the maximum trade-in credit toward a new laptop. Thus, you now read a post typed on a brand-new, shiny and blue Gateway laptop. Hello, world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1767215893351708561?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1767215893351708561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1767215893351708561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1767215893351708561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/laptop.html' title='Laptop'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6052446439291368156</id><published>2011-06-24T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:01:26.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>In a Fort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Wi-0o9kF4/TgxzXc-_w4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/mMD46C-ZfFg/s1600/IMG00452-20110610-1607.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Wi-0o9kF4/TgxzXc-_w4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/mMD46C-ZfFg/s640/IMG00452-20110610-1607.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaAWHpPdRDg/TgxzYuRzLWI/AAAAAAAABBU/YKTUG4vGecM/s1600/IMG00453-20110610-1607.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaAWHpPdRDg/TgxzYuRzLWI/AAAAAAAABBU/YKTUG4vGecM/s640/IMG00453-20110610-1607.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6052446439291368156?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6052446439291368156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-fort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6052446439291368156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6052446439291368156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-fort.html' title='In a Fort'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-Wi-0o9kF4/TgxzXc-_w4I/AAAAAAAABBQ/mMD46C-ZfFg/s72-c/IMG00452-20110610-1607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8695025297790099827</id><published>2011-06-23T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:59:32.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice, Practice, Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ's new favorite activity is walking - around the room, around the house, anywhere outside, all over. If he's awake, he's reaching for a hand to help stabilize his adventuring. And as soon as those new shoes are on his feet, he's anxious to be out the door and playing outside. It's a good thing we're about to move into a larger place with more room to explore - we're running out of adventure here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8695025297790099827?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8695025297790099827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/practice-practice-practice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8695025297790099827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8695025297790099827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/practice-practice-practice.html' title='Practice, Practice, Practice'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3468640175683809713</id><published>2011-06-22T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:28:58.901-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><title type='text'>Shhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiet&amp;nbsp;stirrings,&amp;nbsp;whispered&amp;nbsp;greetings, hushed voices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot coffee and chocolate milk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scrambled eggs and buttered toast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aftershave and a uniform.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A farewell kiss and a beckoning pillow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how we spend our mornings, readying ourselves for the day in the dim light of the breaking dawn, cautious of our noise in order to continue alone. Just in the next room, the toddler sleeps, and we spend a few moments alone together. Too soon, he'll walk out the door to face his workday, and I'll return to bed, begging for a few more minutes of rest before my mothering duties are required. We relish this time together, and are grateful for the moments we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3468640175683809713?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3468640175683809713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/shhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3468640175683809713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3468640175683809713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/shhh.html' title='Shhh...'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1306847251650202417</id><published>2011-06-21T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:49:47.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloth Diapering'/><title type='text'>Diaper Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're back in 'sposies for a few days in attempt to get rid of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad diaper rash. I suspect that whatever is causing the rash has been trapped in the cloth diapers, so we're doing a full purge and stripping: hot wash(es) with some bleach and Dawn to get rid of anything that might be stuck and&amp;nbsp;sanitize&amp;nbsp;the whole system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hopefully the rash will clear up in a day or two and we can get back to cloth diapering. For now, we're using Luv's disposable diapers, and couldn't be more unhappy with them. We found ourselves at WalMart when in need of diapers, and Luv's is similar in price to Target's up&amp;amp;up, so we chose to try them out. Never before have we had leakage issues in disposables (and really not in cloth either, once we figured out the proper fit), but I can't seem to change him fast enough to keep all the mess in these flimsy, poorly-made disposables. I can't wait to get him back into cloth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1306847251650202417?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1306847251650202417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/diaper-dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1306847251650202417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1306847251650202417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/diaper-dilema.html' title='Diaper Dilema'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7939347526189221537</id><published>2011-06-20T07:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:26:43.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>28 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Hello, third trimester ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, wedding ring, sanity, sleep, energy ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7939347526189221537?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7939347526189221537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/28-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7939347526189221537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7939347526189221537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/28-weeks.html' title='28 Weeks'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6781463381833926014</id><published>2011-06-19T07:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:48:30.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/computing/bags/aaa5/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgVtiMkDKw8/Tgxo9-Dzp2I/AAAAAAAABBE/_OfreMj3-DQ/s1600/bagofholding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In celebration of Husby's second Father's Day, and to make transporting himself and his&amp;nbsp;necessities&amp;nbsp;back and forth, to and from classes, the boys and I presented him with a messenger bag (what was that I was saying about his need to &lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-carrying-purse.html" target="_blank"&gt;carry a purse&lt;/a&gt;?). But this is no ordinary messenger bag; this is the Bag of Holding, which, according to legend (and the Dungeon Master's Guide) can hold massive amounts of weight without requiring more strength to haul. At bit like the geek's Mary Poppin's bag, there should never be an issue of fitting everything he needs inside. In fact, I'll be impressed if he can actually fill the entire bag - with a multitude of pockets and compartments, the bag is truly well-designed. He'll be off to class in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/7864586319765094031-6781463381833926014?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6781463381833926014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6781463381833926014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6781463381833926014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GgVtiMkDKw8/Tgxo9-Dzp2I/AAAAAAAABBE/_OfreMj3-DQ/s72-c/bagofholding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1866061435517644461</id><published>2011-06-18T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:47:39.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Splish Splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd6Lf0TjrGk/Tg5AU5xQLhI/AAAAAAAABBk/2aDJ9Q_5I1k/s1600/IMG00433-20110601-1944.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd6Lf0TjrGk/Tg5AU5xQLhI/AAAAAAAABBk/2aDJ9Q_5I1k/s640/IMG00433-20110601-1944.jpg" width="474" /&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/7864586319765094031-1866061435517644461?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1866061435517644461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/splish-splash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1866061435517644461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1866061435517644461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/splish-splash.html' title='Splish Splash'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dd6Lf0TjrGk/Tg5AU5xQLhI/AAAAAAAABBk/2aDJ9Q_5I1k/s72-c/IMG00433-20110601-1944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1146755601334010413</id><published>2011-06-17T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:37:03.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today has held many new first for RJ:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breakfast this morning consisted of Scrambled Eggs and Blueberries, neither of which he has tasted before and both of which he has decided to love. In fact, I couldn't quite keep up with his demands for more - he ended up eating most of my eggs on top of his! Thank you, Lord, for a boy who eats like his father - rarely turning down something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On our way out to run errands this afternoon, it was decided that now would be the perfect time to turn RJ's car seat around. (We've been planning to make the change soon anyway, as he'll need to be moved and adjusted before Baby Boy's arrival in order to make room for the infant seat beside him.) He meets both the height and weight requirements to be forward-facing, and Husby was sure&amp;nbsp;that he would love being able to see where he was going. RJ was a little hesitant at first, but once he discovered that he could see Momma and Daddy while he rode, he was thrilled. The whole way to the store, he was giggling and showing Daddy his window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our main errand was a trip to pick up new shoes for RJ; as his walking skills develop, his little toes need protecting. We found a simple pair of blue sandals for everyday play, and some nice sneakers for church. He'll need to grow into the sneakers a bit, but the sandals fit perfectly, and we're all excited to try them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1146755601334010413?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1146755601334010413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/firsts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1146755601334010413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1146755601334010413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/firsts.html' title='Firsts'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4142193493605425312</id><published>2011-06-16T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:06:03.561-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No longer does he need the support of holding onto a table, chair, leg, or other stable object - this boy can stand on his own! He has yet to venture out on any more steps alone, but is sure willing to show off his standing skills. It's only a matter of time before we have a walking (running!) boy on our hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4142193493605425312?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4142193493605425312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4142193493605425312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4142193493605425312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5690994035186645730</id><published>2011-06-15T12:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:02:54.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Steps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are few and far between, but we've got 'em, folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just tonight, RJ took 3 consecutive unsupported steps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5690994035186645730?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5690994035186645730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5690994035186645730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5690994035186645730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/steps.html' title='Steps!'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4235322834042380461</id><published>2011-06-14T19:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:57:45.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><title type='text'>On Carrying a Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women carry purses so that everything we might possibly need is neatly contained in one easy-to-grab parcel. Mommas, as well, pack their essentials into a bag of holding in order to carry with them everything they need for themselves and their child(ren). So why is it that men insist on an entirely different system?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After work, Husby came home and changed out of his uniform into 'civilian clothes'. We were headed out to dinner; I scooped up the diaper bag, ensuring we had everything RJ and I might need. Husby grabbed the toddler, and off we went. Upon arriving at the restaurant, however, a neglect was discovered. All of Husby's 'essentials' we back home, still in the pockets of his ABUs. If only the man carried a purse, he wouldn't have to worry about&amp;nbsp;transferring&amp;nbsp;items from 5 different pockets whenever he changed his clothes. I wonder if I could convince him of this ... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: We were able to pay for dinner, even though the man had no wallet,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;because I made sure I had mine before we left home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ever prepared, this Momma is (or, at least, tries to be).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4235322834042380461?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4235322834042380461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-carrying-purse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4235322834042380461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4235322834042380461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-carrying-purse.html' title='On Carrying a Purse'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-207226924406068957</id><published>2011-06-13T20:51:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:57:45.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><title type='text'>Owies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the course of today, I managed to&amp;nbsp;traumatize&amp;nbsp;my child multiple times. Mother of the year? Not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At lunch, I spilled my entire drink on him (he was crawling at my feet, having just finished his meal, while I was finishing mine). He was none too happy about being suddenly wet and sticky, and while still wearing his clothes, but a quick&amp;nbsp;whisk&amp;nbsp;into the tub for a clean-up dried those tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not more than an hour later, his fingers got caught in the door as I was trying to close it. I quickly scooped him up for a snuggle, but it took quite some coaxing to get him calmed down again. Once he stopped screaming, he settled in with his blankie and napped for a bit. I noticed a rather swollen finger when he woke, called the pediatrician, and got him right in to be seen. Unsure of exactly how much damage may have been done, she ordered an X-ray of his hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being 13 months old, he needed someone to hold him still. Being 27 weeks pregnant, I was not&amp;nbsp;eligible&amp;nbsp;for the job. Being at PT and unreachable, Husby was unable to come to our rescue. Enter sweet female sergeant willing to cuddle my screaming child and attempt to keep him from moving while a picture is taken of his now-purple finger. It was so very sweet of her to volunteer, but I think both she and RJ were a little worse for wear afterwards. We're still waiting to hear how the films came out, but no news is good news in the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally home from the clinic, it was time for dinner, bath, and bed. But my poor little man just couldn't catch a break! On his way out of the tub, he slipped, bumped his chin, and bit his tongue. Sad and tired, it didn't take much to get him to sleep tonight; hopefully he'll wake up tomorrow thinking that today was just a bad dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-207226924406068957?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/207226924406068957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/owies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/207226924406068957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/207226924406068957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/owies.html' title='Owies'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4850929341456549620</id><published>2011-06-12T07:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:58:10.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Bradley Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In preparation for the birth of our second child, Husby and I have been doing quite a bit of research. Looking back, there were many things about &lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2010/07/three-months-old.html" target="_blank"&gt;RJ's birth&lt;/a&gt; that could have - and should have - been done differently. Most of the decisions we the first time around were uneducated (even though we thought we were informed). Our labor was induced, and epidural was administered, I pushed for 3 hours, and ultimately a vacuum was used to assist in the delivery. At the time, these things we presented to us as both normal and safe. Now that we've done more research and educated ourselves, we know this to be untrue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of a repeat performance (which would be perfectly acceptable from the viewpoint of the medical community), we're looking for a more natural birth this time around. I did an extensive amount of research into the options and methods available, and came upon &lt;a href="http://www.bradleybirth.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the Bradley Method&lt;/a&gt;. I had heard about it from other Christian parents, and was&amp;nbsp;intrigued; after looking into it further, we decided that it looked like the best course for us and we signed up to take the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening was our second class session, and so far we are thrilled with the method. Dr. Bradley, who 'invented' the method, comes at things from a simple, Godly perspective, making the whole process easier to understand and much, much less frightening. We're getting lots of good, useful information, and are excited to continue in our learning. The method is deemed "husband-coached childbirth", teaching husbands and wives to work together through labor and birth, strengthening their relationship and creating the safest environment for their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we read through the books and attend classes, we're taking notes and posting them under the "&lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/p/our-birth-method.html" target="_blank"&gt;Our Birth Method&lt;/a&gt;" tab you'll find at the top of the page. Interested parties, feel free to browse through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4850929341456549620?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4850929341456549620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/bradley-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4850929341456549620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4850929341456549620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/bradley-birth.html' title='Bradley Birth'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8647475205032629060</id><published>2011-06-11T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:39:42.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><title type='text'>A Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time since we arrived in Kansas, Husby has the day off! (Our first weekend here was Drill, so he worked both Saturday and Sunday.) While we're grateful for the work he has (and the paycheck it brings), it is refreshing to sleep in together and spend our day doing whatever we want. RJ has been missing his Daddy lately; the boys are getting in some good bonding time today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8647475205032629060?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8647475205032629060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8647475205032629060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8647475205032629060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-off.html' title='A Day Off'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7457369988213133864</id><published>2011-06-10T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:32:30.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><title type='text'>Double Ear Infection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As an only child (thus far), RJ has few others to share with than Momma and Daddy. So when he wants to practice his sharing skills (and this is encouraged, as we'd like him to be a nice boy), I am usually the one on the&amp;nbsp;receiving&amp;nbsp;end of his gifts. I've been given many a paci, blankie, toy truck, spoon, and&amp;nbsp;so-forth, but the gift he's shared with me the last few days has been the most&amp;nbsp;unnecessary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you, my son, but you really could have kept the sinus infection to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A doctor visit confirmed that not only have I contracted the sinus infection RJ is just getting over, but that it's moved into my ears, leaving me with a double ear infection and 10 days of antibiotics. Is it my day off yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7457369988213133864?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7457369988213133864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-ear-infection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7457369988213133864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7457369988213133864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-ear-infection.html' title='Double Ear Infection'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-75299870451117261</id><published>2011-06-09T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:21:44.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloth Diapering'/><title type='text'>Cloth Diapering (Again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After adjusting to life in Kansas, we're finally back in cloth diapers. [While we were traveling, and staying with family, we used disposable diapers for&amp;nbsp;convenience&amp;nbsp;(and to cut down on laundry needs).] Our system is fairly simple, but works well for us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Stash:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14 One-Size&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=2424" target="_blank"&gt;bumGenius 4.0s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 Small&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=1811" target="_blank"&gt;bumGenius 3.0s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 Medium&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=1811" target="_blank"&gt;bumGenius 3.0s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 Large&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=1811" target="_blank"&gt;bumGenius 3.0s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14 &lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=230" target="_blank"&gt;One-Size Inserts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(for 4.0s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20+&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=765" target="_blank"&gt;Diaper Doublers/Newborn Inserts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Accessories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=2139" target="_blank"&gt;PlanetWise Hanging Wet/Dry Bag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=2571" target="_blank"&gt;Thirsties&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Deluxe&amp;nbsp;Diaper Duffles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Target&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Baby-Wipes-Unscented-Refill-Pack/dp/B0040346IK/ref=sc_pa_bottom_1_slot_1_t3_s1_txt_1/187-8335282-1492847?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=2311209011&amp;amp;frombrowse=1&amp;amp;index=&amp;amp;field-browse=&amp;amp;qid=1308071545&amp;amp;rh=&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;up&amp;amp;up Wipes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daytime/Normal Use: a 4.0 (snapped to the appropriate size), &lt;br /&gt;stuffed with 1 one-size insert and 1 doubler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;usually last 2-3 hours before needing to be changed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nighttime/Heavy Use: a 3.0 (in the appropriate size), &lt;br /&gt;stuffed with 1-2 doublers (2 at night)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;usually last all night without needing a change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The PlanetWise bag serves as the main 'dirty diaper' storage, &lt;br /&gt;with the Diaper Duffles as supplements while the larger bag is washing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Target wipes serve not only as cleaners, but also as a diaper liner. Left out to dry for an hour or so, the wipes become soft and stretchy - we simply lay them in the diaper to help catch the poo. [We were originally using &lt;a href="http://www.cottonbabies.com/product_info.php?products_id=1853" target="_blank"&gt;Bummis Bio-Soft Liners&lt;/a&gt;, but have found that the Target wipes are softer, more durable and less expensive.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While RJ's is the only bum needing diapering, we typically make it nearly two full days before we're down to the last 4 and need to wash. Since the type of diapers we're using can be machine washed and dried, it only takes a couple of hours to get everything ready to start again (if I stay on top of it, that is). Once we're diapering 2 bums, I anticipate needing to wash every evening to have enough to get us through the next day. Still, the cost of nightly&amp;nbsp;laundering&amp;nbsp;is much less than doubling our stash, and the diapers don't even need folding when they're done, so I can handle this extra task with ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Cost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4.0 Diapers @ $17.95 (x14)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.0 Diapers @ $9.95 (x12)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diaper Inserts @ $0 (included with 3.0s &amp;amp; 4.0s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Large WetBag @ $29.99&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small WetBag @ $6.25 (x2)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Total Up-Front Cost: under $400&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some diapers were purchased on sale)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Plus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Target Wipes @ ~ $8/month (~ $100/year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compared to&amp;nbsp;Disposable Diapers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Child ~ $30/month (over &lt;b&gt;$350/year&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two Children ~ $60/month (around &lt;b&gt;$725/year&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calculated using Target Up&amp;amp;Up Diapers, &lt;br /&gt;which we were using before switching to cloth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over all, we spent just about what a year of disposable would have cost, but our stash will last all through RJ's diapering needs and is large enough to accommodate both boys for the time they are in diapers together. Our only recurring cost is wipes, which is negligible in comparison. [For the first few weeks, Baby Boy will likely be in disposable newborn diapers while his cord heals and he grows into the smallest cloth diapers, but this should only cost us about $50, which is less than investing in newborn-sized cloth diapers.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: 3.0s have the equivalent of the one-size insert sewn in, so only a doubler is needed in addition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7864586319765094031-75299870451117261?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/75299870451117261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/cloth-diapering-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/75299870451117261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/75299870451117261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/cloth-diapering-again.html' title='Cloth Diapering (Again)'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2597844504828956101</id><published>2011-06-08T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:21:44.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>The Greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of today, we've officially been accepted for rental at a new apartment complex nearby. We were originally hoping for base housing, but Husby's orders don't provide us that 'luxury', so we're on the other options. Just south of the base is a nice, new-ish town which is home to a nice, new-ish apartment complex on a golf course, and we've chosen to make it our home for the next year or so. We've rented a two-bedroom, one-bath unit on the first floor, which just happens to be handicap-friendly (meaning it comes with a few minor changes to accomidate a wheelchair). While this isn't something we need, it may come in handy with small boys around (lower counter tops, easier shower/tub access, etc). Our lease begins July 5th, so our holiday weekend will be followed by lots of moving and unpacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7QV46H8AVI/Tgh0zXvdArI/AAAAAAAABAY/r4w6Kv4WYn4/s1600/GreensFloorplan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/7864586319765094031-2597844504828956101?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2597844504828956101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/greens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2597844504828956101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2597844504828956101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/greens.html' title='The Greens'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G7QV46H8AVI/Tgh0zXvdArI/AAAAAAAABAY/r4w6Kv4WYn4/s72-c/GreensFloorplan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8534370155164621897</id><published>2011-06-07T21:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:22:26.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloth Diapering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Love'/><title type='text'>Things I Love: Cloth Diapers</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the advice of &lt;a href="http://nitimm.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;another blogging momma&lt;/a&gt;, we took the plunge a few months back and started cloth diapering with RJ. I can't imagine going back to disposable diapers - we're saving a lot of money, with almost no extra effort, and we're loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our diapers have been purchased from &lt;a href="http://cottonbabies.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CottonBabies&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- a company based in my old home town, St. Louis. Not only are their products high quality, but&amp;nbsp;their customer service is above and beyond. &lt;a href="http://bumgenius.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BumGenius&lt;/a&gt;, the brand we use, was invented by a mom who wanted something better for her child, and the simplicity of the design makes the whole process a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned for a more in-depth Cloth Diapering post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: These opinions are honest and true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- I've&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;no compensation from the product manufacturers -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they don't even know I'm 'reviewing' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8534370155164621897?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8534370155164621897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-cloth-diapers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8534370155164621897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8534370155164621897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-cloth-diapers.html' title='Things I Love: Cloth Diapers'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5820621479766235697</id><published>2011-06-06T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:22:12.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Love'/><title type='text'>Things I Love: Umbrella Stroller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we were in Texas, a need arose for a stroller. I had mine packed&amp;nbsp;snugly&amp;nbsp;into the trunk of my car, and would have had to unpack nearly everything else that was in there in order to get to it. Instead, we decided to invest $15 in an &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/ip/Disney-Umbrella-Stroller-Mickey-Mouse/16408696" target="_blank"&gt;umbrella stroller&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;convenience, and it's turned out to be one of my favorite 'baby gadgets'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ is getting bigger, and so am I - the farther along we get in this pregnancy, the harder it is for me to carry him, even for a short time. The large stroller takes a bit of work to get set up, and while it was my only option I was more than willing to do so in order to avoid carrying RJ when possible. I'd use it for trips to the mall or walks around the block, and we were just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The umbrella stroller is so much easier to set up than the large stroller - I find myself using it all the time! For a quick run into the bank, I would have just carried RJ before. Now, we're both more comfortable, and it takes almost no effort at all. He can snack on Animal Crackers and Apple Juice while I fill out paperwork; we don't have to struggle for space. I'm not sure what I would do without my umbrella stroller!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: These opinions are honest and true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- I've&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;no compensation from the product manufacturers -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they don't even know I'm 'reviewing' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5820621479766235697?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5820621479766235697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-umbrella-stroller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5820621479766235697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5820621479766235697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-umbrella-stroller.html' title='Things I Love: Umbrella Stroller'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5594523081657412519</id><published>2011-06-05T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:49:43.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Love'/><title type='text'>Things I Love: IKEA High Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When RJ started eating solid foods, we started looking for the best high chair available that wouldn't break the bank. &lt;a href="http://www.raechelmyers.com/2010/10/you-make-my-heart-go-pitter-pat.html" target="_blank"&gt;A fellow blogging momma shared her simple chair&lt;/a&gt;, and it caught my eye. I was looking for something that would be easy to clean, lightweight, and easy to travel with - this chair was exactly what I was looking for. Found at IKEA, the &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/30069724" target="_blank"&gt;chair&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/40076093" target="_blank"&gt;tray&lt;/a&gt; together were about $25 - much less than other chairs, and much more suited for our needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was sold from the moment we put it together. And then took it apart to move to another state. And then put it back together again. The legs simply pop on and off, and the seat itself is small enough to fit in the floorboard of my backseat. Easy to pack and easy to set up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The simple plastic design makes clean up a breeze. And, as a bonus we only just discovered, the seat and tray are both dishwasher safe! Most messes are easily wiped out and off, but every once in a while RJ gets excited with his dinner and we're left with quite a clean-up afterwards. Into the dishwasher it goes, and is as good as new when the cycle is done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IKEA high chair, I love you. You're everything I wanted and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: These opinions are honest and true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- I've&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;no compensation from the product manufacturers -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they don't even know I'm 'reviewing' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7864586319765094031-5594523081657412519?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5594523081657412519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-ikea-high-chair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5594523081657412519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5594523081657412519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-ikea-high-chair.html' title='Things I Love: IKEA High Chair'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5568759640220221986</id><published>2011-06-04T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:49:28.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Things I Love: BX/Commissary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Living on-base affords us the luxury of shopping at the &lt;a href="http://aafes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;BX&lt;/a&gt; ('base exchange' - a military version of Target) and &lt;a href="http://www.commissaries.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Commissary&lt;/a&gt; (grocery store). These shopping centers offer products my family is in need of, while charging less than the local or mainstream stores. I may be a &lt;a href="http://target.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;lover, but when it comes down to it, I'd rather pay less dollars for the same item. Plus, there is a nearly 100%&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;that there will be little old ladies for RJ to wave at, which is always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: These opinions are honest and true&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- I've&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;no compensation from the product manufacturers -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;they don't even know I'm 'reviewing' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7864586319765094031-5568759640220221986?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5568759640220221986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-bxcommissary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5568759640220221986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5568759640220221986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/things-i-love-bxcommissary.html' title='Things I Love: BX/Commissary'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-15935610858333952</id><published>2011-06-03T12:37:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:11:18.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><title type='text'>Diaper Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've decided to purchase a new diaper bag. Costing a bit more than I had originally intended to spend, this bag holds the promise of being my be-all-end-all bag for the rest of my diaper-bag-carrying days. Plus, I'm ordering it through a lovely shop I found on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com/" target="blank"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;, meaning that it's completely customized to be exactly what I want and need in a diaper bag. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/WatermelonWishes" target="blank"&gt;Watermelon Wishes&lt;/a&gt; is a small business run by a Mom, and I couldn't be happier to support them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a sneak peak at some of the details being worked into my bag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1ruM_Rtuk/TepvS2OxL4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/DjLn5poN6OY/s1600/Circus-Characters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1ruM_Rtuk/TepvS2OxL4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/DjLn5poN6OY/s200/Circus-Characters.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10Db_cIucHU/TepvV1XPjyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/69m56FAxHXk/s1600/Circus-Dots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-10Db_cIucHU/TepvV1XPjyI/AAAAAAAAA-s/69m56FAxHXk/s200/Circus-Dots.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycdhsPC1FWk/Tepv5VGmAiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/cmS0yTsn2aw/s1600/Circus-Scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ycdhsPC1FWk/Tepv5VGmAiI/AAAAAAAAA-0/cmS0yTsn2aw/s400/Circus-Scene.jpg" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;ridiculously&amp;nbsp;excited, and will be anxiously awaiting it's arrival (in July).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/7864586319765094031-15935610858333952?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/15935610858333952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/diaper-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/15935610858333952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/15935610858333952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/diaper-bag.html' title='Diaper Bag'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_P1ruM_Rtuk/TepvS2OxL4I/AAAAAAAAA-o/DjLn5poN6OY/s72-c/Circus-Characters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6384436419749520229</id><published>2011-06-02T12:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:11:18.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really shouldn't be allowed in Target by myself (or without Husby - am I ever really by myself anymore?). I could spend hours just perusing the isles, much to the chagrin of my toddler. Even packed tight with animal crackers and apple juice, my diaper bag can only keep him happy for so long, and then I am forced to take my items to the counter and head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the last few days, I have spend entirely too much at my local Target(s). Out of the 3 nearby, we have chosen a favorite - and I assure you we will be frequenters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always go in with a short list and a plan to stick to it. And I almost always come out with at least one additional item. Recently, my list consisted of &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Lange-Target-Maternity-Short-Sleeve-Basic/dp/B004J6Q8GG/ref=br_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;id=Lange%20Target%20Maternity%20Short-Sleeve%20Basic&amp;amp;node=1293442011&amp;amp;searchSize=30&amp;amp;searchView=grid3&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;sr=1-10&amp;amp;qid=1308082547&amp;amp;rh=style_name%3ABasic%20Tee&amp;amp;searchBinNameList=target_com_category-bin%2Cstyle_name%2Csleeve_type%2Ccollar_style-bin%2Clifestyle-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;amp;searchRank=salesrank&amp;amp;frombrowse=1" target="_blank"&gt;maternity tops&lt;/a&gt; [all of mine from the last pregnancy are AWOL], and I did pretty well sticking to it. Although, I may have purchased more than I intended. And over the course of more than one shopping trip. But at least now the Belly and I will be properly covered, and that's what's important, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7864586319765094031-6384436419749520229?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6384436419749520229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6384436419749520229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6384436419749520229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/target.html' title='Target'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8991784069811292507</id><published>2011-06-01T12:38:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:24:32.621-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Sick, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ's little body doesn't think he's seen enough doctors lately, and so developed a nasty cough to encourage me to find a new pediatrician. The clinic on-base handles all referrals, so we headed there first this morning to see about getting him seen. Two hours - and multiple visits to the same three offices - later, we finally got all the paperwork sorted out for us to be covered here in Kansas and no longer in Mississippi. We were allowed to see a nurse, who then tried to convince me that my child isn't actually sick and thus doesn't need to see a doctor. Um, no. There was no way I was going to accept that, and after kindly arguing with her for quite a few minutes, she reluctantly sent us to a neighboring town for an appointment with a family practitioner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Less than two minutes with an actual doctor yielded a diagnosis of both a sinus infection and mild bronchitis. Um, yeah. That's what I thought, crazy base-clinic nurse. Prescriptions in hand, we arrived home tired and sad, ready for nap time. Get well soon, buddy. Momma misses her happy boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8991784069811292507?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8991784069811292507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/sick-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8991784069811292507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8991784069811292507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/sick-again.html' title='Sick, Again'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2756302362332413279</id><published>2011-05-31T12:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:11:18.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Kansas, cont.</title><content type='html'>People are nice here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This may seem like an obvious, unnecessary statement, but I assure you, we've lived in a few places where the population is anything but "nice". It's incredibly refreshing to feel welcome in a new place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-2756302362332413279?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2756302362332413279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/kansas-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2756302362332413279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2756302362332413279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/kansas-cont.html' title='Kansas, cont.'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7107603813908269347</id><published>2011-05-30T12:38:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:25:11.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Kansas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're beginning to settle into our new home here in Kansas, enough so that we were able to send Grandma home this afternoon. We'll be staying in the Temporary Living Facility (TLF) on-base for now until our housing eligibility can be determined. For now, home is a one-bedroom apartment-style hotel room, complete with kitchen and living room with fold-out couch. Sleeping arrangements are going to be rather interesting, since we haven't had much luck sleeping in the same room with RJ in the past. We can't leave him out in the living room - Husby would wake him when he gets ready for work early in the morning. So for now, Husby and I are sleeping on the fold-out - giving RJ the bedroom - but my pregnant body may not be able to handle that for very long ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7107603813908269347?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7107603813908269347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/kansas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7107603813908269347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7107603813908269347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/kansas.html' title='Kansas'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-571069737793104971</id><published>2011-05-29T12:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:27:29.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Finishing the Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we've enjoyed our time in Texas (and all the snuggles that come along with time at Grandma's house), we've left it all behind in favor or reaching our new home, Kansas. Grandma was kind enough to drive up with us, providing company for me as I drove as well as an extra pair of hands to help with RJ while we were on the road. Still a little under the weather, he was not entirely thrilled about being stuck in his seat for 6 hours, making our arrival that much more of a relief for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-571069737793104971?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/571069737793104971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/finishing-drive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/571069737793104971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/571069737793104971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/finishing-drive.html' title='Finishing the Drive'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3369557465022269540</id><published>2011-05-28T12:37:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:26:34.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Class of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are proud to announce Aunt Boo's graduation from High School!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One over-two-hour ceremony later, she's officially a graduate and couldn't be happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQujq5AfsQ/TgDs7HJT9WI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D1Ki_wDYyso/s1600/BeckyGrad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQujq5AfsQ/TgDs7HJT9WI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D1Ki_wDYyso/s1600/BeckyGrad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4KTp42Y8pQ/TgDs70IfilI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1oyu053kJfE/s1600/BeckyGradPlus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E4KTp42Y8pQ/TgDs70IfilI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/1oyu053kJfE/s1600/BeckyGradPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM4JnWKiwvc/TgD8XZ2Z0KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/hmfwt2t-6jw/s1600/BeckyGradFamily.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nM4JnWKiwvc/TgD8XZ2Z0KI/AAAAAAAAA_c/hmfwt2t-6jw/s400/BeckyGradFamily.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;RJ, Daddy, Momma, Auntie K, Auntie A &amp;amp; Baby Kay, Uncle A&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, Aunt Boo, and Grandpa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ, unfortunately, didn't fare quite as well today. The Texas heat got to him, and our poor baby boy ended up overheating. The drive home from Graduation was accompanied by much complaining and a bought of throwing up, followed by a fever we just couldn't bring down. Being away from home, and thus without a pediatrician, Husby and I decided to take him up to the local ER (again) just to be sure there wasn't anything else to be concerned about. The doctors and nurses poked and prodded him, checked his mouth injury to make sure it wasn't infected, and prescribed 'round-the-clock Tylenol to keep the fever down. He just can't catch a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3369557465022269540?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3369557465022269540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/class-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3369557465022269540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3369557465022269540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/class-of-2011.html' title='Class of 2011'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YWQujq5AfsQ/TgDs7HJT9WI/AAAAAAAAA_U/D1Ki_wDYyso/s72-c/BeckyGrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-694105237008396085</id><published>2011-05-27T12:37:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:11:18.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grandma's house has a swimming pool, and we've been quite tempted to take a dip recently. RJ, however, is rather timid about the idea. Splash the water? Sure. But &lt;i&gt;get in&lt;/i&gt;? No, thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even if he didn't want to get in the big pool, Grandma wanted him to be able to safely play in the water. She sent us to Target with explicit instructions for the purchase of a baby pool "for the Grandkids" (let's note here that Baby Cousin is just over a month old and won't be splashing around any time soon). We returned with a wading pool shaped like a whale, which was immediately approved by both Grandma &amp;amp; RJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moAOFGSQX60/TgFGvIcil2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/-tmYQDNwqnE/s1600/05292011+659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moAOFGSQX60/TgFGvIcil2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/-tmYQDNwqnE/s400/05292011+659.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EN2Ejed30c/TgFGxWA4uYI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LQa-KxiCbyk/s1600/05292011+660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EN2Ejed30c/TgFGxWA4uYI/AAAAAAAAA_k/LQa-KxiCbyk/s400/05292011+660.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bf9SWF6WjE/TgFGywe6H_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/YyBdmOOc1JU/s1600/05292011+664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bf9SWF6WjE/TgFGywe6H_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/YyBdmOOc1JU/s640/05292011+664.JPG" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5q74DYZPE8E/TgFG3Oi2RwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PoGMqYt2xHM/s1600/05292011+668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5q74DYZPE8E/TgFG3Oi2RwI/AAAAAAAAA_w/PoGMqYt2xHM/s400/05292011+668.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrmaHu_pm3A/TgFG1E2W1bI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CJGZ5uDi_1I/s1600/05292011+665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrmaHu_pm3A/TgFG1E2W1bI/AAAAAAAAA_s/CJGZ5uDi_1I/s640/05292011+665.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7USiXwqXS7Q/TgFG5lW5EGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/w246VBmSOZE/s1600/05292011+670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7USiXwqXS7Q/TgFG5lW5EGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/w246VBmSOZE/s400/05292011+670.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSKXsz1JOIU/TgFG7PmQeFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/T_ZMfVos1zg/s1600/05292011+673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSKXsz1JOIU/TgFG7PmQeFI/AAAAAAAAA_4/T_ZMfVos1zg/s320/05292011+673.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rO4qReQ2N8Q/TgFG_q87vlI/AAAAAAAABAA/UluBc8fBRHE/s1600/05292011+677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rO4qReQ2N8Q/TgFG_q87vlI/AAAAAAAABAA/UluBc8fBRHE/s320/05292011+677.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WibviuOmnM4/TgFG8y4xSaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/UU61y_ECmWo/s1600/05292011+674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WibviuOmnM4/TgFG8y4xSaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/UU61y_ECmWo/s400/05292011+674.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEYvQjZa-gM/TgFHBmNvb7I/AAAAAAAABAE/98pQwoAwllw/s1600/05292011+682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEYvQjZa-gM/TgFHBmNvb7I/AAAAAAAABAE/98pQwoAwllw/s640/05292011+682.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once he had a chance to get used to the idea of playing in the water, he was willing to let the aunties take him into the big pool. Shortly after he ventured in, Husby and I dashed away for a much-needed date night, and he hardly even knew we were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZBr3MnXtuA/TgFJB0s4bQI/AAAAAAAABAI/ITtDJjqJ4_A/s1600/05292011+688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZBr3MnXtuA/TgFJB0s4bQI/AAAAAAAABAI/ITtDJjqJ4_A/s400/05292011+688.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_auV4s6Pc/TgFJFQYoZDI/AAAAAAAABAM/fuoEG7pouUM/s1600/05292011+689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ou_auV4s6Pc/TgFJFQYoZDI/AAAAAAAABAM/fuoEG7pouUM/s320/05292011+689.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Q8b2Qh3u0/TgFJH1bthQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/84CRPcwGnPA/s1600/05292011+692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1Q8b2Qh3u0/TgFJH1bthQI/AAAAAAAABAQ/84CRPcwGnPA/s400/05292011+692.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ5bFYculP0/TgFJKmLVf6I/AAAAAAAABAU/D6ViEzvZJ7I/s1600/05292011+694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ5bFYculP0/TgFJKmLVf6I/AAAAAAAABAU/D6ViEzvZJ7I/s320/05292011+694.JPG" width="320" /&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/7864586319765094031-694105237008396085?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/694105237008396085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/694105237008396085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/694105237008396085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-moAOFGSQX60/TgFGvIcil2I/AAAAAAAAA_g/-tmYQDNwqnE/s72-c/05292011+659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1984416054537322934</id><published>2011-05-26T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T13:24:04.419-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><title type='text'>Owie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Playing on the floor at Auntie A's house this morning, RJ slipped and bumped his face on the hardwood. A fair amount of bleeding commenced, but after a few minutes he seemed to be doing just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Throughout the day, his mouth would&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;begin bleeding again, only to quickly stop on it's own. His paci was used more than usual, but I didn't really think anything of it. After all, he was probably still a little sad from his spill and could use the comfort it provided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After lunch, bleeding was noticed again, and I began to worry. Husby, who had been in Kansas for the last week, we now on his way to see us for the weekend, and had voice strong concern when told of how his son's day was going. Being without a pediatrician, our only way to have him checked was a trip to the local ER. Grandpa came along with us for moral support, and we checked in for a check-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fortunately, the ER was fairly empty, and we were seen right away. After less than an hour, we were discharged with a prescription for an antibiotic "just in case". It seemed that he had badly bruised his front upper gums and inner lip, but nothing was torn to the point of needing stitches. Lessening the paci use was&amp;nbsp;recommended, as it may have been&amp;nbsp;aggravating&amp;nbsp;the bleeding and causing him to swallow instead of spit his blood (which he had begun spitting up just before he went to the hospital).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back at Grandma's, he seems to be himself again after a dose of Tylenol, and so far, all is well. We'll keep a close eye on him over the next few days, but he seems to be bouncing back just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1984416054537322934?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1984416054537322934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/owie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1984416054537322934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1984416054537322934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/06/owie.html' title='Owie'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2302904550409530266</id><published>2011-05-25T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:18:37.113-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With a Great-Aunt here to visit, we're doing a lot of running around and showing her the town. After a lunch date with all the aunties (and Grandpa), RJ and I walked around some shops in his new umbrella stroller. He loves watching people as we walk around, and was even more thrilled when we stopped for ice cream. It was a hot day, and the cool treat was just what we needed. And though nothing was purchased, we saw many nice shops and ooo-ed and aahh-ed over lots of fun things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-2302904550409530266?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2302904550409530266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2302904550409530266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2302904550409530266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9154609781573391016</id><published>2011-05-24T06:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Grandma's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a nearly-sleepless night with a toddler in my hotel bed, we were up at 4:30 this morning (thanks, RJ). Resigning that we were not going to get him back to sleep, we dressed ourselves and went looking for breakfast. The hotel provided waffles, which are a favorite around our house, and between the three (four) of us, we inhaled more than 4 full waffles - yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just over three hours on the road, and we've arrived at Grandma's house. A Great-Aunt is also visiting this week, and limited bed space has put us with Auntie A &amp;amp; Uncle K for the week. They love playing with RJ, which allows me plenty of snuggle time with Baby Cousin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9154609781573391016?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9154609781573391016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandmas-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9154609781573391016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9154609781573391016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandmas-house.html' title='Grandma&apos;s House'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7133476339080594766</id><published>2011-05-23T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>On the Road, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since Husby went on ahead this morning, Grandpa volunteered to fly in and drive with us back to Grandma's house. We picked him up from the airport, had a quick lunch, and hit the road at about noon. RJ was a wonderful traveler, with toys and drinks and snacks available to him whenever he needed, and we managed to get more than halfway through the drive this afternoon and evening. We're stopped for the night in Shreveport, Louisiana, leaving only about 3 hours of travel to finish the trip tomorrow morning. We're almost there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7133476339080594766?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7133476339080594766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7133476339080594766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7133476339080594766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road, Again'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6968594249541236805</id><published>2011-05-22T06:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Family Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Husby will be leaving for Kansas early tomorrow morning, and we'll head to Texas as soon as our house inspection is finished. RJ and I will be staying with family for the week, with Husby joining us again for my sister's high school graduation on Saturday. We're planning for a 5-day separation, and spending some quality time together as a family today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6968594249541236805?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6968594249541236805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6968594249541236805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6968594249541236805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/family-day.html' title='Family Day'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-970992153649723920</id><published>2011-05-21T06:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Final Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The house is empty, the truck is loaded, and the cleaning is being finished today. We're almost ready to leave Mississippi! New adventure, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-970992153649723920?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/970992153649723920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-preparations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/970992153649723920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/970992153649723920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/final-preparations.html' title='Final Preparations'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-377549381816320789</id><published>2011-05-20T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of this morning, Husby's is now an RF Transmissions&amp;nbsp;Apprentice. During the Graduation ceremony, family members were allowed to do the pinning of the new badge, and RJ and I were asked to pin Husby's. Pinning takes two hands, and since I was holding RJ, I wasn't sure how I was going to make it work. Fortunately, the Commander asked if he could hold anything for me, and reached for the toddler. With big smiles all around, I was able to pin Husby's badge, and have RJ help me 'tap' it (once I got him back from the Commander, who was enjoying his company). We were honored to be a part of the process, and look forward to many more pinning ceremonies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-377549381816320789?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/377549381816320789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/377549381816320789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/377549381816320789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7933832140399275559</id><published>2011-05-19T06:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:56:15.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><title type='text'>24 weeks</title><content type='html'>Since we're moving durring the time I'd usually have our 24 week check-up, my doctor wanted to see us a few days early. Baby boy is growing right on schedule, with a heart rate in the 150s. They're readying a copy of my records for me to take with us, making it easier for my new doctor to be up-to-date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7933832140399275559?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7933832140399275559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/24-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7933832140399275559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7933832140399275559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/24-weeks.html' title='24 weeks'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-937848625862642988</id><published>2011-05-18T16:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.258-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Moving Excitements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our goal tonight was to finish packing the truck. Fortunately, so glitches in the plan have allowed us a few extra days in our moving process, and we were able to call it quits a little early. Tomorrow, it will get done, but we need to extra rest tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In order to pay for the move, the military provides us with a credit card which they pay off with funds set aside for us. Having used this card many times before, including our trip here in November, we didn't&amp;nbsp;anticipate&amp;nbsp;any craziness this time around. That was our first mistake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Air Force is transitioning from one type of card to a 'bettter' one, and it seems we've been caught in the middle. Our new card had been mailed out. Instead of waiting until we activated the new one, however, our&amp;nbsp;existing card has been canceled in anticipation. Since New Card is being sent to our home of record, which happens to be in Texas, we're without any form of payment for all the things we've set up - not to mention, gas and food for the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, I was able to talk with some helpful ladies today, and a NEW New Card is being sent directly to us here in Mississippi. Thankfully, there are still some brains left in this government&amp;nbsp;bureaucracy, or I'm not sure how were would have handled things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-937848625862642988?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/937848625862642988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-excitements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/937848625862642988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/937848625862642988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/moving-excitements.html' title='Moving Excitements'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2008058010817372522</id><published>2011-05-17T20:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>"Home"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're 'home' in Mississippi again, but no longer staying in our house. Temporary Housing has been provided for us while we're in the process of moving, and we couldn't be happier to be back with Daddy. The moving truck is being packed, and we're readying ourselves to leave this place behind in favor of a new adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-2008058010817372522?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2008058010817372522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2008058010817372522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2008058010817372522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/home.html' title='&quot;Home&quot;'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1035563316838712611</id><published>2011-05-16T20:31:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a lovely service. There were tears; there were smiles; there were baby sounds from the Great-Grandchildren. There was the reassurance of salvation through Christ, and stories of him and how wonderful he was. But no matter how lovely the service, it was surreal. I'm not even sure I believe that he's gone. I kept looking over my shoulder,&amp;nbsp;expecting&amp;nbsp;him to pop in any moment, having pulled an&amp;nbsp;elaborate&amp;nbsp;prank on us. No, he's gone, and we're stuck here without him. Goodbye, Grandpa. We loved you dearly, and you are dearly missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1035563316838712611?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1035563316838712611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandpas-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1035563316838712611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1035563316838712611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/grandpas-funeral.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-278772221026606097</id><published>2011-05-15T20:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:48:09.355-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>We left Texas for Wisconsin this morning, to be greeted by family in preparations for tomorrow. Not a happy trip, but a needed one. So much is different now, and yet it's all the same. You were loved dearly, Grandpa, and you are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;**Happy Birthday, my love!**&lt;/i&gt;&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/7864586319765094031-278772221026606097?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/278772221026606097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/greif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/278772221026606097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/278772221026606097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/greif.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6294118642911140694</id><published>2011-05-14T20:30:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visits'/><title type='text'>Showcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ and I left Daddy home alone this weekend, and flew to Texas today. While the trip in it's entirety is not expected to be 'fun', we're enjoying ourselves at Grandma's house tonight. My High School puts on a Showcase every year, in which the Drill Team and Color Guard put on a display of their&amp;nbsp;talents. Since Aunt Boo is the Color Guard captain this year, my sisters were featured in more pieces than normal, and I was glad to be able to be there and support them. The captain is given a solo, and this year Boo decided to include Auntie A &amp;amp; Auntie K, her sisters who have also been in Guard, to perform along with her. Set to "Butterfly Kisses", it was a touching piece. I'll blame the pregnancy hormones for the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6294118642911140694?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6294118642911140694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/showcase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6294118642911140694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6294118642911140694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/showcase.html' title='Showcase'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3591239460966223557</id><published>2011-05-13T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the Thirteenth</title><content type='html'>... is just an ordinary day around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3591239460966223557?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3591239460966223557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-thirteenth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3591239460966223557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3591239460966223557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-thirteenth.html' title='Friday the Thirteenth'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5337476086333954933</id><published>2011-05-12T14:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Early Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ and I will be out of town on Husby's birthday, so we took him out to dinner tonight to celebrate. A lovely meal at Outback Steakhouse, complete with dessert, and two CD's he's been requesting made for the perfect evening. We wish we could be here on the actual day, but at least we got to say "Happy Birthday, Daddy!" tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5337476086333954933?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5337476086333954933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/early-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5337476086333954933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5337476086333954933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/early-birthday.html' title='Early Birthday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3939024345224727468</id><published>2011-05-11T14:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once, back in 2008, I tried Twitter, and I didn't really get it. With a well-used Facebook account, I didn't think there was anything special about it, so I left it to die after a couple tries. Nearly 3 years later, I'm reconsidering, and giving it another shot. In the left sidebar of this page, you'll find my Tweets, and you're welcome to follow them if you'd like. I make no promises that I won't be terrible at this, or leave it again, but we'll see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3939024345224727468?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3939024345224727468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3939024345224727468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3939024345224727468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4019876821264511401</id><published>2011-05-10T19:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><title type='text'>A Haircut and a Black Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Knowing we were going to be seeing many family members this weekend (and because he really needed it), we decided to give RJ a haircut this afternoon. While the cut itself was uneventful, he proceeded to ram his face into the corner of the coffee table just as soon as we were done (a lack of balance will do that to you). Poor boy was very sad, and went willingly down for a nap right away. His hair looks nice, but I'm afraid we may have quite the shiner to show off as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4019876821264511401?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4019876821264511401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/haircut-and-black-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4019876821264511401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4019876821264511401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/haircut-and-black-eye.html' title='A Haircut and a Black Eye'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3534211377315605119</id><published>2011-05-09T22:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><title type='text'>Wash-a-Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0Xl6l824HI/Tck_O3cctEI/AAAAAAAAA-c/iWm4VeGbJOM/s1600/IMG00411-20110509-1934.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0Xl6l824HI/Tck_O3cctEI/AAAAAAAAA-c/iWm4VeGbJOM/s640/IMG00411-20110509-1934.jpg" width="480" /&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/7864586319765094031-3534211377315605119?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3534211377315605119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/wash-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3534211377315605119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3534211377315605119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/wash-baby.html' title='Wash-a-Baby'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0Xl6l824HI/Tck_O3cctEI/AAAAAAAAA-c/iWm4VeGbJOM/s72-c/IMG00411-20110509-1934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9093109080424307793</id><published>2011-05-08T07:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My boys have made my life so much different, so much richer. Life with a husband was wonderful, and it's even better now with a family. I spent much of today looking back at RJ's birth and forward toward the birth of Baby Boy, recognizing the significance Motherhood has and will play in my life. But also, I recognize that the birth of my firstborn was not the moment I became a mother - I was mothering him for 9 long months before that defining moment. While my body may have been doing most of the work (and on auto-pilot), he was no less my child from conception, as is Baby Boy. The lives of both my children have forever changed mine, and I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9093109080424307793?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9093109080424307793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9093109080424307793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9093109080424307793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7415790189269731188</id><published>2011-05-07T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:46:08.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12 bins packed with Husby's help - we've done nothing but sort through and organize our life for the past two days, and we finally able to get quite a bit packed away in preparation for the move. Next time, I'm hiring someone to do this for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7415790189269731188?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7415790189269731188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7415790189269731188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7415790189269731188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6133701526915981865</id><published>2011-05-06T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T20:38:24.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, RJ and I spent a couple our hours in the ER. He had been sick before dinner, and then spiked a fever of 100.5 before bath time. One cool bath later, his fever was 101.7. Not being able to get ahold of his pediatrician after hours, I called my mom for advice. She agreed that a check at the hospital was our best option, and off we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ER's prescription was Tylenol and a good night's sleep; 9 hours and one mid-night dosing later, he was fever-less and doing much better this morning. An extra afternoon nap (necessitated&amp;nbsp;by a 99.9 at 4pm) and a long, fun bath ended our day on a good note. Now if he'll just sleep through the night we might be over whatever it was that invaded our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6133701526915981865?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6133701526915981865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6133701526915981865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6133701526915981865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-943498283383674284</id><published>2011-05-05T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T06:56:07.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I unloaded the dishwasher - which we've been raiding for clean dishes for over a day now. The next load sits in and around the sink, but I haven't loaded it. 4.27 minutes of work and it would be done, but I just can't manage to do it. I can't even blame the toddler - he's been so good today that I could have easily gotten it done at any point. No, instead I continue to procrastinate. On my list of things needing to be done,&lt;i&gt; load the dishwasher &lt;/i&gt;is far from the top. Things like &lt;i&gt;secure moving truck rental&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;cancel internet service&lt;/i&gt; are found just below &lt;i&gt;pack entire house&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;grow a person&lt;/i&gt;. Since I'm barely managing the first two without loosing my &lt;strike&gt;mind&lt;/strike&gt; breath, I'm taking the rest of the list in stride. The dishes will, in fact, get loaded at some point. Just not right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-943498283383674284?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/943498283383674284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/dishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/943498283383674284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/943498283383674284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/dishes.html' title='Dishes'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6217116289044782534</id><published>2011-05-04T08:34:00.043-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:46:40.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>~ Marshall Francis Browne, Jr. ~ August 24th, 1926 - May 3rd, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At approximately 11:15 last night, my beloved Grandpa went home to heaven. Although saddened by the news of his passing and thoughts of life without him, comfort is found in the assurance of his salvation. By grace alone, through faith alone, in Christ alone he has been welcomed into the arms of our Heavenly Father. Honestly, I'm a bit envious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here on earth, he leaves behind a wife of 61 years, four children, seven grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren (two of whom never had the chance to meet him). Rarely all in one place at one time, we'll be gathering for his funeral on Monday, May 16th. He will be missed by many, but we'll see him again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6217116289044782534?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6217116289044782534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/marshall-francis-browne-august-24-1926.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6217116289044782534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6217116289044782534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/marshall-francis-browne-august-24-1926.html' title='~ Marshall Francis Browne, Jr. ~&lt;br&gt; August 24th, 1926 - May 3rd, 2011'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-7336649814878345669</id><published>2011-05-03T22:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:30:23.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Open-Door Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a couple hours of running errands and meeting Husby for dinner, RJ and I returned home a little later that usual tonight. I planned to take him straight up to be, skipping the bath since he was so tired. We gathered our things and headed inside, only to be greeted by an unlocked, open front door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since the death of bin Laden, our security has been&amp;nbsp;heightened&amp;nbsp;and we've been instructed to report any and all suspicious activity. With no husband available to check for bad guys, I whipped out the cell phone to call the SPs (security police who patrol base housing). Not three minutes later I had two Airman doing a security check of the property. They assured me that the house was clear, but asked me to notify them if we noticed anything missing or strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RJ is now sleeping peacefully in his room, but I'm having a hard time winding down. Did I leave the door open? We were in a bit of a hurry when we left, but I &lt;i&gt;always &lt;/i&gt;lock the door - which obviously means I shut it. So how did it end up open? Maybe I forgot this time - Pregnant Brain will do that to you at times. But the whole thing shook me a little too much, and I find myself waiting up for Husby to get home at midnight. Maybe then I'll be able to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-7336649814878345669?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/7336649814878345669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/open-door-policy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7336649814878345669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/7336649814878345669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/open-door-policy.html' title='Open-Door Policy'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1473535637023706932</id><published>2011-05-02T20:40:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:30:49.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Birth Options</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This baby's birth approaches, and while I continue to tell myself that we have plenty of time to prepare, the time of preparations is upon us. As I prepare myself for the delivery of another child, I look back at the experience we had bringing RJ into the world and find myself wondering if all the drugs I had were really&amp;nbsp;necessary. After all, women have been birthing babies for thousands of years - there's got to be something better than hooked up to machines, laying in bed, waiting for a stranger to tell me what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enter friends who've delivered naturally.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;With these women to answer my questions and reassure me that my body can, in fact, handle this, I've set out on a course toward a (more) natural birth. In Kansas, where we'll be in a matter of weeks, I found an instructor in the &lt;a href="http://www.bradleybirth.com/TeacherSite.aspx?id=b649" target="_blank"&gt;Bradley Method&lt;/a&gt; who I plan to contact upon our arrival. Hopefully, Husby and I will be able to find an hour or so a week without RJ (ha!) to meet with her and learn all the things that can help us work together to birth this child. While I'm not completely opposed to pain meds (lets face it, I'm a bit of a&amp;nbsp;wimp), I would like to make it farther on my own and maybe even avoid an epidural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By no means do I make any promises, other than to have a healthy baby in the end, but I want to give myself more options this time around. This could all be a total failure, but a girl can at least try, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1473535637023706932?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1473535637023706932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/birth-options.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1473535637023706932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1473535637023706932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/birth-options.html' title='Birth Options'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-8707459060351093909</id><published>2011-05-01T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:30:06.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I write this, my grandfather is sleeping in a hospital bed while his children (and grandchildren) make plans to see him one last time. We're not expecting him to be with us much longer, and while there is sadness in that, there is relief as well. Relief for him from his pain and suffering, and relief for us being confident in his destination when he leaves this life. Now, we wait. My phone is never far from my side, and each buzz stirs my adrenaline. The day is coming, and we are doing our best to prepare for the departure of this beloved man. My heart aches for our earthly loss and yet in the same beat&amp;nbsp;rejoices&amp;nbsp;for his heavenly gain. Parting is such sweet sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-8707459060351093909?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/8707459060351093909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8707459060351093909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/8707459060351093909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3056830946038975328</id><published>2011-04-30T11:10:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:56:15.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><title type='text'>Baby Wearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The more I research what's best for my children, the more I'm finding that the 'old' way of doing things is the way I like best. 100 years ago, we didn't have playpens and bouncy chairs; instead, women strapped their babies to themselves so they could continue working while caring for the child. Today, there are many who look at women who 'wear' their babies as some kind of hippy who doesn't want to conform to 'normal' motherhood. But what good reason can you give me for leaving my child while I get other things done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When RJ was small, I had a sling to carry him in. With him snuggled close, I could wash and fold the laundry, start dinner, and write a blog - with both hands free! He loved being near me, and even slept most of the time he spent in the sling. Unfortunately, I ordered a size too big, and once I lost my pregnancy weight, it became too loose for him to sit in it comfortably. Since he was getting to be a heavier, more mobile child, I didn't bother to order a smaller one - we just adjusted our routine, and he was able to play independently while I worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, instead of a sling, I'm looking forward to wearing my child in a wrap. After some research (that I should have done before RJ), I found a simple tutorial &lt;a href="http://fivelittleladies.wordpress.com/2011/03/12/free-tutorial-how-to-make-a-baby-wrap/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on how to make my own. Rather than spend upwards of $30, I can get all the fabric I need for about $10 and have a baby carrier tailored to our needs. This way, Baby can be near me at all times, and I'll still have a hand or two available to catch RJ. Plus, there are tons of YouTube videos with instructions on different ways to wear Baby depending on his age and our needs - I can even nurse him in it, which just might come in handy when the toddler doesn't want to sit still while Baby eats. I've yet to find a flaw with this plan, and as such have sewn a wrap for myself &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;one for my sister and her little girl. Now I just have to wait 4.5 more months to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3056830946038975328?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3056830946038975328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-wearing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3056830946038975328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3056830946038975328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-wearing.html' title='Baby Wearing'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4808185657732398344</id><published>2011-04-29T10:55:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:15:17.783-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Birthday Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwB-uAmD85c/Tb64fsGnf8I/AAAAAAAAA-M/eqUx0vNfGps/s1600/Black2V.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwB-uAmD85c/Tb64fsGnf8I/AAAAAAAAA-M/eqUx0vNfGps/s1600/Black2V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmRkw0MT7O4/Tb64f7ey5eI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Nn_Ixnhgpsw/s1600/Brown3V.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wmRkw0MT7O4/Tb64f7ey5eI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/Nn_Ixnhgpsw/s1600/Brown3V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHNU50q1dBo/Tb64gN9Yd_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Pn1A4SBhMh8/s1600/Narrative.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHNU50q1dBo/Tb64gN9Yd_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/Pn1A4SBhMh8/s1600/Narrative.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More photos available in the &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.538239123786.2033340.146500299&amp;amp;l=79d24d4df9" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook album&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4808185657732398344?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4808185657732398344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-portraits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4808185657732398344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4808185657732398344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/birthday-portraits.html' title='Birthday Portraits'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwB-uAmD85c/Tb64fsGnf8I/AAAAAAAAA-M/eqUx0vNfGps/s72-c/Black2V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4224913729088013610</id><published>2011-04-28T21:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:58:13.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>Timeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This move is going to keep me busy for the next month! If the packing and organizing alone doesn't wear me out, the move itself (all 2 weeks of it) sure will. Here's a draft of our timeline so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(M) May 16 - Truck Delivered; Loading started; Move into Temp housing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(T) May 17 - Loading finished; House empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(W) May 18 - Cleaners ready house for inspection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(R) May 19 - Final Inspection; Truck Pick-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(F) May 20 - Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(S) May 21 - Travel from MS to TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(S) May 22 - Travel from TX to KS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(M) May 23 - In-processing at McConnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(T) May 24 - Truck delivered; unloading started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(W) May 25 - Unloading finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(R) May 26 -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Truck Pick-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(F) May 27 - Travel from KS to TX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(S) May 28 - Becky's Graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(S) May 29 - Travel from TX to KS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whew! I'm tired already, and we haven't really even gotten started yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4224913729088013610?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4224913729088013610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/timeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4224913729088013610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4224913729088013610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-606287206933816648</id><published>2011-04-27T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:58:03.707-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Military'/><title type='text'>PCS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're now 23 days from our expected Graduation/PCS date, and I'm in full-fledged pack'n'move mode. My check list gets longer every time I sit down to mark things off, and I'm starting to wonder how everything will get done in time. I've made my inspection appointments, and am looking for an affordable cleaner for the house. The moving truck will be reserved tomorrow, when I have more final dates. Temporary housing arrangements need to be made. Oh, and we still need to pack. But that can wait, right? Um, no. We really need to get moving on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-606287206933816648?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/606287206933816648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/pcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/606287206933816648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/606287206933816648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/pcs.html' title='PCS'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2610306232926569087</id><published>2011-04-26T16:24:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:57:49.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh4F0KLRxWc/TbiX5VCA8iI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1ThFxjzfd-c/s1600/DSCF1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh4F0KLRxWc/TbiX5VCA8iI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1ThFxjzfd-c/s640/DSCF1377.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blueberry Birthday Breakfast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmGlACZ1srs/TbiX80caa7I/AAAAAAAAA90/o1kAY2e0hXU/s1600/DSCF1385.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmGlACZ1srs/TbiX80caa7I/AAAAAAAAA90/o1kAY2e0hXU/s400/DSCF1385.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8WeUv-3M64/TbiX_--rniI/AAAAAAAAA94/L2qJ1FTsF_Y/s1600/DSCF1409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8WeUv-3M64/TbiX_--rniI/AAAAAAAAA94/L2qJ1FTsF_Y/s400/DSCF1409.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQgk9uiOOmE/TbiYCvjd0rI/AAAAAAAAA98/QAl1sflVspI/s1600/DSCF1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hQgk9uiOOmE/TbiYCvjd0rI/AAAAAAAAA98/QAl1sflVspI/s640/DSCF1422.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3499-zbpB2o/TbiYEiuBewI/AAAAAAAAA-A/GqWvY0fcABs/s1600/DSCF1442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3499-zbpB2o/TbiYEiuBewI/AAAAAAAAA-A/GqWvY0fcABs/s640/DSCF1442.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHhbEoHFj10/TbiYHOzEJFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZKFVGBJI6GY/s1600/DSCF1447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHhbEoHFj10/TbiYHOzEJFI/AAAAAAAAA-E/ZKFVGBJI6GY/s640/DSCF1447.JPG" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue Boy in the Bath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Videos forthcoming, in need of editing as of yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More photos available in the&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;album: &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/media/set/fbx/?set=a.538126973536.2033302.146500299&amp;amp;l=a15abc5aaa"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-2610306232926569087?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2610306232926569087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2610306232926569087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2610306232926569087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-1st-birthday.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oh4F0KLRxWc/TbiX5VCA8iI/AAAAAAAAA9w/1ThFxjzfd-c/s72-c/DSCF1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-5775105136506090395</id><published>2011-04-25T16:23:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:56:15.974-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors/Hospitals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LittleE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>20 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aur0Yn6GT54/Tbg2eqaJZEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ybYYtO-YnGA/s1600/20wk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aur0Yn6GT54/Tbg2eqaJZEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ybYYtO-YnGA/s400/20wk.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Momma's Belly - 20 weeks&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Halfway through this pregnancy, today was our second ultrasound. Baby is big enough now that details are identifiable - including those of the gender variety. After an hour of examining all of Baby's other parts, the technician invited Husby and RJ in for the big reveal:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we're having a baby brother!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HG9DQtUS2gQ/Tbg2fDrwAoI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kuzAEwqgDaA/s1600/20wkUltrasound.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HG9DQtUS2gQ/Tbg2fDrwAoI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kuzAEwqgDaA/s400/20wkUltrasound.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Boy - 20 weeks&lt;br /&gt;(Not his best angle, but proof that there's a baby in there!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're all so very excited to add another little boy to our family - the men especially. I will admit that my mommy instincts told me this baby was going to be a girl, but bring on the testosterone. I have enough female emotions for this family, and boys are what I know. It looks like you won't be seeing any pink in our home anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-5775105136506090395?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/5775105136506090395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5775105136506090395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/5775105136506090395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-weeks.html' title='20 Weeks'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aur0Yn6GT54/Tbg2eqaJZEI/AAAAAAAAA9o/ybYYtO-YnGA/s72-c/20wk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1201330961214738244</id><published>2011-04-24T16:20:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:07:38.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>RJ's First Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is the most important day. Without the&amp;nbsp;Resurrection&amp;nbsp;celebrated on Easter Sunday, our faith is void. Nothing else matters if this is false.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We haven't been the most faithful church attendees since moving here to Mississippi. Our synod is not&amp;nbsp;consistent&amp;nbsp;in the teachings from congregation to congregation, and it has been difficult to find a church where correct theology is being preached from the pulpit. &lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html" target="_blank"&gt;The churches down here are wrong&lt;/a&gt;, and there is little&amp;nbsp;worshiping&amp;nbsp;done in a service where most focus is on filtering out the bad. The best we've been able to find in our area is the least-wrong congregation, and although we haven't been in attendance every Sunday, we joined them this morning - the celebrating of Easter outweighs any&amp;nbsp;trepidation&amp;nbsp;about incorrect teachings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwBwOHfK08/TbSUks20LPI/AAAAAAAAA78/XaWrgi-hsPY/s1600/DSCF1350.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwBwOHfK08/TbSUks20LPI/AAAAAAAAA78/XaWrgi-hsPY/s640/DSCF1350.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two favorite men, be-decked in ties for Easter service.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from family, there was no big meal with rowdy siblings - just the three (four!) of us at home together. I hummed an Easter hymn of two for most of the afternoon, and RJ enjoyed his day of celebrating. And while today is the most important, two days from now is another celebration he's pretty stoked about as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZWcZLNn5U/TbSUnDU0dBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/H8XX99C5ZSY/s1600/DSCF1354.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvZWcZLNn5U/TbSUnDU0dBI/AAAAAAAAA8A/H8XX99C5ZSY/s400/DSCF1354.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7H6Vnv9wPDA/TbSUqdi_gjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XT2hms1KuTQ/s1600/DSCF1356.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7H6Vnv9wPDA/TbSUqdi_gjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XT2hms1KuTQ/s640/DSCF1356.JPG" width="478" 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Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcwBwOHfK08/TbSUks20LPI/AAAAAAAAA78/XaWrgi-hsPY/s72-c/DSCF1350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-226997736378828188</id><published>2011-04-23T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:56:28.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestones'/><title type='text'>Scoopin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: 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type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/scoopin.html' title='Scoopin&apos;'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o5SmfDBCMS0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4037657299761109551</id><published>2011-04-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:54:03.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paulmayers.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/2008/03/08/clouds_and_jesus_by_lamazone_on_fli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://paulmayers.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/2008/03/08/clouds_and_jesus_by_lamazone_on_fli.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: Thomas Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See him dying on the tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Christ, by man rejected;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, my soul, your Savior see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He’s the long expected prophet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;David’s son, yet David’s Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proofs I see sufficient of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He’s the true and faithful Word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me, all who hear him groaning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was there ever grief like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends through fear his cause disowning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foes insulting his distress;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many hands were raised to wound him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None would intervene to save;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the deepest stroke that pierced him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was the stroke that justice gave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You who think of sin but lightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nor suppose the evil great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here may view its nature rightly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here its guilt may estimate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark the sacrifice appointed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See who bears the awful load;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Son of Man and son of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we have a firm foundation;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here the refuge of the lost;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christ, the rock of our salvation,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His the name of which we boast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sacrifice to cancel guilt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None shall ever be confounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who on him their hope have built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4037657299761109551?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4037657299761109551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4037657299761109551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4037657299761109551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-9131672111290369444</id><published>2011-04-21T14:19:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:53:15.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>CLEP</title><content type='html'>My husband is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Striving for a degree in Mathematics, he's plotted a course for himself that brings him to the completion of a Bachelor's withing the next year or so. To do so, he must take a Calculus II course over the summer - but, to be able to enroll in Calculus II, one must have credit for Calculus I. Unable to fit another class into his schedule at this time, he instead &lt;i&gt;taught himself calculus&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.khanacademy.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Khan Academy&lt;/a&gt; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ocw.mit.edu/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;MIT OpenCourseware&lt;/a&gt;, which allowed him to view class lectures online for free. In his free time (ie: when he comes home to a sleeping family but isn't quite ready for bed yet himself) he studied, and with his white board, he practiced. And practiced. And today, he went in for the Calculus CLEP test, to receive credit for all the work he's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He passed the Calculus CLEP, a test with only an 18% pass rate. My husband is a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-9131672111290369444?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/9131672111290369444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/clep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9131672111290369444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/9131672111290369444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/clep.html' title='CLEP'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3488046115619692603</id><published>2011-04-20T11:50:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:38:01.679-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Naptime Crafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a little boy around here who will be turning one soon, and is in need of a special birthday shirt. I found one I loved at Target, but it wasn't worth the $10 price tag when it looked simple enough to make myself. A little internet research yielded &lt;a href="http://www.scissorsandspice.com/2011/02/scissors-craft-easy-birthday-number.html" target="_blank"&gt;this tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, which - with a little tweaking - brought forth a Momma-made outfit for my birthday boy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wr6ppJ9Mbg/TbgjeOAA27I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1-YyhtipLdw/s1600/DSCF1343.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wr6ppJ9Mbg/TbgjeOAA27I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1-YyhtipLdw/s640/DSCF1343.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The "1" shirt came together so quickly and easily that I couldn't resist styling the other two onesies from the new pack. With Easter just around the corner, RJ needed a tie to wear for church, but I couldn't decided which type - so we have both a traditional necktie and a bow tie (because bow ties are cool).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAAwoSAx7qo/TbgjZ5-FOdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xxtyoMk01cw/s1600/DSCF1340.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAAwoSAx7qo/TbgjZ5-FOdI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xxtyoMk01cw/s400/DSCF1340.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of one nap time, I've managed to 'create' three new RJ shirts with time to spare. With a project this simple, you just might be seeing more of these types of shirts around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3488046115619692603?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3488046115619692603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/naptime-crafting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3488046115619692603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3488046115619692603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/naptime-crafting.html' title='Naptime Crafting'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0wr6ppJ9Mbg/TbgjeOAA27I/AAAAAAAAA9k/1-YyhtipLdw/s72-c/DSCF1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4908557000947397658</id><published>2011-04-19T22:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:31:15.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For anyone looking for a new business venture,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a recommendation: &lt;i&gt;Ice Cream Delivery&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find myself home tonight, with a sleeping child and a husband who won't be home from work for hours, and a sudden craving for ice cream. Of course, the last of our supply was finished off just yesterday - and not by me, I might add - leaving my craving unsatisfiable. With no way to go out and get it for myself [this particular craving isn't bad enough to warrant waking the sleeping babe], and no one to get it for me, I'm stuck. If only there was a delivery service I could call. I'm not sure what I would order exactly - it would depend, of course, on their selection - but I know it would be sweet and cold and delicious. But, alas, here I sit, with no delectable dessert to delight me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But oh, wouldn't a service like this make such an amazing profit? Imagine, pregnant women everywhere, able to get their ice cream on a whim! And maybe they could offer more that just frozen treats! What if they would run and fetch for you whatever it was that your baby belly beckoned? If only ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps we should make that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pregnancy Craving Delivery&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4908557000947397658?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4908557000947397658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4908557000947397658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4908557000947397658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4558406263323554254</id><published>2011-04-18T14:47:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:31:15.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My old washer broke down on Thursday afternoon. After some research, we decided that the match to &lt;a href="http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-dryer.html" target="_blank"&gt;the new dryer&lt;/a&gt; would be the best choice. Friday morning, we set out to place the order, and our new washing machine was delivered today. I've never been so glad to be able to do laundry. We were able to stretch our clothing supply until today, but we wouldn't have made it much further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4558406263323554254?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4558406263323554254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4558406263323554254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4558406263323554254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-2537192264257255535</id><published>2011-04-17T14:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:31:15.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc6q2Q9jETs/TbdDy0XxKrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jt0dmTl9yh0/s1600/DSCF1328.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc6q2Q9jETs/TbdDy0XxKrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jt0dmTl9yh0/s640/DSCF1328.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching Daddy 'mow' the lawn with a weed eater is so very enthralling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvv7v_xQd4/TbdD-FeZLrI/AAAAAAAAA9U/trJZGGY9Uv0/s1600/DSCF1324.JPG" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EKvv7v_xQd4/TbdD-FeZLrI/AAAAAAAAA9U/trJZGGY9Uv0/s640/DSCF1324.JPG" width="478" /&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/7864586319765094031-2537192264257255535?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/2537192264257255535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2537192264257255535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/2537192264257255535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc6q2Q9jETs/TbdDy0XxKrI/AAAAAAAAA9M/jt0dmTl9yh0/s72-c/DSCF1328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-4979688556448182807</id><published>2011-04-16T14:45:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:31:15.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momma/Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Baby Bibs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's project consisted of turning some simple dish cloths&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and printed fabric into new pocket bibs for RJ (and, later, Baby).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took photos as I went along:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz7zrtUucIM/TbdBp1AFrUI/AAAAAAAAA88/kWr8pRuj0_Q/s1600/DSCF1311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz7zrtUucIM/TbdBp1AFrUI/AAAAAAAAA88/kWr8pRuj0_Q/s200/DSCF1311.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPvJem_xzYg/TbdCFBn-22I/AAAAAAAAA9A/zn8Kneyx05o/s1600/DSCF1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPvJem_xzYg/TbdCFBn-22I/AAAAAAAAA9A/zn8Kneyx05o/s200/DSCF1312.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFs2fw_KxPk/TbdCiTT4biI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_Cip2CoiCNA/s1600/DSCF1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFs2fw_KxPk/TbdCiTT4biI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_Cip2CoiCNA/s200/DSCF1314.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O8imYH0eVU/TbdDCYvEkhI/AAAAAAAAA9I/pds-3uAZk4E/s1600/DSCF1315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3O8imYH0eVU/TbdDCYvEkhI/AAAAAAAAA9I/pds-3uAZk4E/s200/DSCF1315.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VwH59qAq56w/TbdD8Iq3uiI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KBwK7HtZfFI/s1600/DSCF1316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VwH59qAq56w/TbdD8Iq3uiI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KBwK7HtZfFI/s200/DSCF1316.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHzGVvdGirg/TbdEs4pHMmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/VaJtYthry60/s1600/DSCF1317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DHzGVvdGirg/TbdEs4pHMmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/VaJtYthry60/s200/DSCF1317.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;...but as I finished the first one, I found a much better, easier way to do it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdpW8cMtuQ/TbdFdM76TeI/AAAAAAAAA9c/uejqKgUor_Y/s1600/DSCF1330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCdpW8cMtuQ/TbdFdM76TeI/AAAAAAAAA9c/uejqKgUor_Y/s320/DSCF1330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two bibs into the project, RJ decided he wasn't keen on the idea of me sitting at the table sewing instead of playing with him. I've got a couple more tweaks to make, but hopefully I'll be able to get a bunch done soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-4979688556448182807?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/4979688556448182807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-bibs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4979688556448182807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/4979688556448182807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-bibs.html' title='Baby Bibs'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz7zrtUucIM/TbdBp1AFrUI/AAAAAAAAA88/kWr8pRuj0_Q/s72-c/DSCF1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-6045332881735614038</id><published>2011-04-15T09:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:18:53.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy/Husby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Down Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justified;"&gt;When Daddy has a day off from work, this is how we spend our time - in our jammies until noon(ish), getting excited about the simple things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LDTAeQBHEwQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-6045332881735614038?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/6045332881735614038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/down-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6045332881735614038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/6045332881735614038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/down-friday.html' title='Down Friday'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LDTAeQBHEwQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-3763188697050842373</id><published>2011-04-14T09:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:14:46.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Quiliting - Take II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After two days and three trips to the craft stores, Baby Girl's quilt is finally finished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rZJDyqs4o/Tbc_gYkUn8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Moyz1fbCHq0/s1600/IMG00387-20110415-2029.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rZJDyqs4o/Tbc_gYkUn8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Moyz1fbCHq0/s640/IMG00387-20110415-2029.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1NCd7B76YE/Tbc_kVjrr9I/AAAAAAAAA80/sjREGZQf87Q/s1600/IMG00389-20110415-2030.jpg" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i1NCd7B76YE/Tbc_kVjrr9I/AAAAAAAAA80/sjREGZQf87Q/s640/IMG00389-20110415-2030.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We won't be seeing her until the end of May, so it will stay nice and safe (and away from RJ's 'helping') in my linen closet until it can be hand delivered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For my first ever quilting project, I am pleasantly pleased. There were a few bumps along the way, but over all things came out very well. Enjoy, sweet girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-3763188697050842373?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/3763188697050842373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiliting-take-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3763188697050842373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/3763188697050842373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiliting-take-ii.html' title='Quiliting - Take II'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i9rZJDyqs4o/Tbc_gYkUn8I/AAAAAAAAA8w/Moyz1fbCHq0/s72-c/IMG00387-20110415-2029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864586319765094031.post-1141618808971974042</id><published>2011-04-13T09:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:14:46.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Quilting - Take I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alas, Baby Girl's quilt was not finished last night as I had hoped. She was born into this world with an unfinished project on my hands, but I intend to complete it post haste. However, a vital piece of the materials was unpurchased when the quilt was designed, so I must venture out to find it myself. Have no fear, little girl - Auntie will have a quilt for you when first we meet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864586319765094031-1141618808971974042?l=hillsideravine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/feeds/1141618808971974042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/quilting-take-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1141618808971974042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864586319765094031/posts/default/1141618808971974042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillsideravine.blogspot.com/2011/04/quilting-take-i.html' title='Quilting - Take I'/><author><name>Little Misses Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18383566858771010352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mkR9ymBW2qs/T0rjC8EyYbI/AAAAAAAABJs/6qlU9NERoYw/s220/BlackBlue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
