<?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-31275920</id><updated>2012-02-14T07:45:42.954-07:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Homeschool'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Rocks'/><category term='Updates'/><category term='Organizing'/><category term='House Build'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Skiing'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Everyday'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Photo of the Week'/><category term='Music Monday'/><category term='Works for Me'/><category term='Daybook'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='Kindergarten'/><category term='Sick Cakes'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Money'/><category term='vermicomposting'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Kids Activities'/><category term='Crafting'/><category term='My Girls'/><category term='Snacks'/><title type='text'>Life on Rancho Relaxo</title><subtitle type='html'>Life as a small town mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-939185614390035183</id><published>2012-02-14T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:44:17.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>31 Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s my 31st Birthday and I thought it deserved a blog post but I wasn’t sure what to write.&amp;#160; Here are some random thoughts about me today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I am wife of 7 years to an amazing man &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mother of 3 lovely girls &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;6 months pregnant with baby number 4 &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Have two pets, a dog Simon &amp;amp; a cat Pepper &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m a first year homeschooling mom &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;President of the Swim Club &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Girl Guide/Sparks Leader &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I spend way too much time on the internet &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m currently reading the Hunger Games Trilogy &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I got my 1st smart phone this year &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’ve been finding grey hairs on my head. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The weather forecast today is sunny with a high of 0*C, this winter has been unusually warm &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’ve been cross country skiing nearly every weekend this year &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m a library addict and easily have 30 items out at any given time. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m going to make a chocolate cake today and let the kids free for all decorate it. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I was up at 5am and had the bathrooms cleaned by 6:15am today. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I love my mornings to myself &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I go to bed by 10:30pm &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’ve been enjoying two coffee’s every day &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I am just starting an art journal. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The trim is only done in two rooms of the house and we’ve been living here 3 years. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I have kids drawings taped all over the walls of my house. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I would rather shop online than go to a store &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I wear my slippers every day so I can’t feel the crumbs on my floor &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I am a huge procrastinator &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I bought myself a plant, some chocolate, a fresh journal and some new markers this week, I guess you can call it a birthday present to myself. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Have extra long hair on my legs &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I don’t use shampoo or conditioner &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m can’t stop myself from buying kids books at the thrift store. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I’m not very good at being on time &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I feel like I’m exactly where I should be at 31. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-939185614390035183?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/939185614390035183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/939185614390035183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2012/02/31-today.html' title='31 Today'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4877539216110990917</id><published>2012-02-13T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:00:02.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Music Monday – Favorite Kids Albums</title><content type='html'>I thought I would share some of our favorite kids music.&amp;nbsp; The kind that I don’t mind listening to too.&amp;nbsp; Most of this music I wouldn’t even switch off if it came on and the kids weren’t with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B003KNDMFY/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B003KNDMFY"&gt;The Best of Laurie Berkner Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B003KNDMFY" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B003KNDMFY/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B003KNDMFY"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B003KNDMFY&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B003KNDMFY" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0018CWR28/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0018CWR28"&gt;Frances England - Family Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B0018CWR28" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0018CWR28/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0018CWR28"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0018CWR28&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B0018CWR28" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B001UREJUY/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001UREJUY"&gt;Ziggy Marley - Family Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B001UREJUY" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B001UREJUY/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B001UREJUY"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B001UREJUY&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B001UREJUY" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000LSBWM6/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000LSBWM6"&gt;Johnny Bregar - Hootenanny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000LSBWM6" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000LSBWM6/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000LSBWM6"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B000LSBWM6&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000LSBWM6" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000ENBNWC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000ENBNWC"&gt;See You On The Moon! - Various Artists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000ENBNWC" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000ENBNWC/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000ENBNWC"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B000ENBNWC&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000ENBNWC" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0026MEM2C/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0026MEM2C"&gt;Kidzapalooza - Various Artists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B0026MEM2C" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0026MEM2C/ref=as_li_tf_il?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0026MEM2C"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ws.assoc-amazon.ca/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;Format=_SL110_&amp;amp;ASIN=B0026MEM2C&amp;amp;MarketPlace=CA&amp;amp;ID=AsinImage&amp;amp;WS=1&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;ServiceVersion=20070822" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B0026MEM2C" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; margin: 0px;" width="1" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4877539216110990917?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4877539216110990917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4877539216110990917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2012/02/music-monday-favorite-kids-albums.html' title='Music Monday – Favorite Kids Albums'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-845134946706625740</id><published>2012-02-11T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:00:29.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Making Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We acquired a gallon of fresh, unpasteurized cows milk recently.&amp;#160; Curt wanted to try making 30 minute Mozzarella cheese with fresh milk to see if it worked any better than store bought milk.&amp;#160; The milk we got had a large amount of cream in it and as I skimmed the cream off the top I got an idea… we should make butter.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First: I did my research, a Google search and a conversation with each of my Grandmas about methods to find out exactly what I needed to do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Second: I filled a jar about half-full of cream.&amp;#160; Soon after I filled two more jars when I realized each girl would require their own jar, even Wavy wanted one.&amp;#160; The cream had already been sitting out on the counter for a while to warm it to room temperature, this quickens the process I was told.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Third:&amp;#160; Shake, shake, shake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1Smjcr5WUAE/TzcBBB08fEI/AAAAAAAABQc/fXCOcoFdZqE/s1600-h/Butter-1%25255B5%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; 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 &lt;p&gt;In no time (really a lot quicker than I thought) we had butter.&amp;#160; You could see a clean separation between the butter and the buttermilk in each of the jars.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Fourth:&amp;#160; We had to wash the butter to prevent it from going rancid.&amp;#160; We poured off the buttermilk, saving it for baking.&amp;#160; We then put the butter in the blender with cold water and mixed it on low.&amp;#160; After a few minutes we poured off the water and repeated washing the butter with fresh cold water until the water remained clear and all the buttermilk had been washed away.&amp;#160; The fresh butter was quite soft so I put it in the fridge to harden up a bit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Finally:&amp;#160; We enjoyed some fresh butter on homemade buns.&amp;#160; Yum!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-a8_0sYDH5zg/TzcBGCiqWEI/AAAAAAAABQ8/kQsBAWCl8sI/s1600-h/Butter-3%25255B9%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" border="0" alt="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uWcGkRbYdhc/TzcBHL_Vw0I/AAAAAAAABRE/w5FQFPUlMJo/Butter-3_thumb%25255B6%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="404" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As we shook the cream I read chapter two of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/0064400018/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0064400018"&gt;Little House Big Woods&lt;/a&gt;, which happened to be about Ma making butter, it was not planned, but totally worked out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-845134946706625740?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/845134946706625740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/845134946706625740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2012/02/making-butter.html' title='Making Butter'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-a1YyWdVl3sQ/TzcBCPKNFrI/AAAAAAAABQk/TPZUU7274uM/s72-c/Butter-1_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4849448796492126345</id><published>2012-02-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:36:24.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I read a day in the life post of another mom blogger and thought it would be fun to do one myself so here is a day in my life from this Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:10&amp;nbsp; - I hear Curt getting ready in the bathroom but I don't open my eyes yet, just lay and listen.&amp;nbsp; I mumble a goodbye as he walks out of the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I listen to the the sound of the garage door opening and his truck driving away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20 - My alarm goes off.&amp;nbsp; I shut it off immediately but lay in bed for another couple minutes. Not wanting to fall back asleep I get up, making the bed as I do.&amp;nbsp; I shower get dressed and brush my hair then pick up the bedroom and bathroom before heading out with a full laundry basket.&amp;nbsp; Monday is laundry day so I collect all the laundry baskets from the bathrooms.&amp;nbsp; In the laundry room I sort and start the first load.&amp;nbsp; I find a clean load of diapers in the drier from last week and fold them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head to the kitchen and start a cup of coffee coffee in my espresso maker.&amp;nbsp; Putting away the clean dishes from the sink and loading the dirty tea cups from last night into the dishwasher as I wait to froth the milk and pour in the hot coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move over to the computer and check my email.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't on top of things last night so I print any homeschool worksheets for the week.&amp;nbsp; I open Google Reader and read through blogs as I enjoy my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05 - OK, time to start the day, I turn on the radio to get some noise in the house.&amp;nbsp; It's set to Sonic as usual.&amp;nbsp; I head to the bigger girls room and turn on the light to wake them up.&amp;nbsp; As per her request I piggie back Luca out to the kitchen table where she starts working on a new sticker book that she got at a birthday party yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I switch the laundry and Nollie wanders out to wake up all her stffies having a sleepover in the livingroom under the piano.&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/-jzClpcywX-Y/Ty1O1LYtcUI/AAAAAAAABPY/b-l_ZXZ_ABY/s1600/Nollie-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzClpcywX-Y/Ty1O1LYtcUI/AAAAAAAABPY/b-l_ZXZ_ABY/s400/Nollie-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;8:30 - I start to make toast but the toaster isn't working and doesn't want to stay down.&amp;nbsp; I fiddle with it a bit and get the toast to stay in finally.&amp;nbsp; Curt phones to check what time his dentist appointment is and as I'm talking to him the toaster starts to smoke with burnt toast, maybe the toaster really isn't working.&amp;nbsp; I scrape the burnt parts off and eat it myself.&amp;nbsp; The girls are still playing, I can't see&amp;nbsp; us starting home school my 9 today but that's OK because it gives me some extra time to fill their bins, which I didn't do last night. &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/-csJ8d7QRAJk/Ty1O4kaDY4I/AAAAAAAABPg/AAeM7RNP1o4/s1600/Nollie-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-csJ8d7QRAJk/Ty1O4kaDY4I/AAAAAAAABPg/AAeM7RNP1o4/s400/Nollie-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pour Luca some cereal and empty a laundry basket of junk that I picked up off the floor last night.&amp;nbsp; When I take the basket back to the laundry room I notice I didn't actually start the washing machine earlier so I start it now.&amp;nbsp; I put toast in the toaster for Nollie, it's still acting up, grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45 - Waverly wakes up, I go get her out of her bed and pop some toast in for her.&amp;nbsp; Wasnting to eat right now she impatiently complains as we wait for it to pop.&amp;nbsp; She starts to eat and I continue cleaning the kitchen and decluttering the island..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:05 - The older two finally leave the table and I send them to go get dressed.&amp;nbsp; Usually the getting dressed and ready is a long process and they get distracted once they get to their rooms but they surprise me by coming out quite quickly, ready for the day.&amp;nbsp; I take Waverly pee and get her dressed and ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - We are all downstairs starting school.&amp;nbsp; Calender time together then Nollie works on printing and sight words, Luca does E is for Elephant activities (found &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.com/blog/2010/04/prek-letter-e.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; Waverly is all over the place, sometimes sitting at the table colouring, or playing on the floor or reading books with me on the couch.&amp;nbsp;  As all of this is going on I try to clean up my desk of homeschool papers, it never seems to get completely cleared, I have to run back upstairs a few times to switch laundry and take Waverly pee.&amp;nbsp; This is followed by a quiet read to self time for everyone.&amp;nbsp; As all of this is going on I try to clean up my desk of homeschool papers, it never seems to get completely cleared, I have to run back upstairs a few times to switch laundry and take Waverly pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 - I get the girls started on free writing time and head upstairs with Waverly to make a smoothie.&amp;nbsp; Waverly sits on the counter with me ready to push the button on the blender.&amp;nbsp; I have to keep the blender unplugged until I am ready incase she pushes it prematurely.&amp;nbsp; When its ready I go down to get the girls.&amp;nbsp; Nollie shows me she wrote on a paper two ways to write the alphabet.&amp;nbsp; One says "ABCs" and above that says "lfubet".&amp;nbsp; I congratulate her on attempting&amp;nbsp; such a large word and help her correct it to say "alphabet".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We all head upstairs, I switch the laundry and we all have smoothie and a a cookie.&amp;nbsp; After snack we sit in the living room.&amp;nbsp; Nollie has requested some lego time so the girls play lego while I read Little House in the Big Woods to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 - The girls cousin Dawson comes over for a visit.&amp;nbsp; They continue to play lego, I finish our chapter and then swich laundry (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 - Egg wraps for lunch, quick and easy.&amp;nbsp; The girls eat a little then go off to play.&amp;nbsp; I fold and put away the first three loads of laundry.&amp;nbsp; A girlfriend of mine phones and we chat, planning a vacation we are taking together this summer.&amp;nbsp; I finish cleaning up lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30 - I put Waverly down for a nap and send the other three girls outside.&amp;nbsp; I tidy up some more and completely clean off the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNdkq0iUndg/Ty1O8UuqYjI/AAAAAAAABPo/qgYSW-Jo7qg/s1600/Nollie-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNdkq0iUndg/Ty1O8UuqYjI/AAAAAAAABPo/qgYSW-Jo7qg/s400/Nollie-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 - I sit down at the computer desk to review tonight's supper recipe, I'm making something new, Orzo Salad from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/1580082777/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1580082777"&gt;Super Natural Every Day: Well-loved Recipes from My Natural Foods Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=1580082777" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;. I google "how to cook orzo".&amp;nbsp; I update my meal plan for the week and enter a few new recipes into &lt;a href="http://plantoeat.com/ref/thxt4aaudf"&gt;Plantoeat&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/-6ABtLwJ2DLs/Ty1PKdppLpI/AAAAAAAABPw/CqXsQm0Cy8E/s1600/Nollie-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ABtLwJ2DLs/Ty1PKdppLpI/AAAAAAAABPw/CqXsQm0Cy8E/s400/Nollie-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00 - I go outside, no wonder the gils have been out here so long, it is gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; I shovel a skiff of snow off the back patio and then shovel off the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TacucI51FA/Ty1PLzkh2lI/AAAAAAAABP4/T5IDsNigvNQ/s1600/Nollie-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--TacucI51FA/Ty1PLzkh2lI/AAAAAAAABP4/T5IDsNigvNQ/s400/Nollie-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:20 - The girls are ready to come in for hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30 - Waverly wakes up to join the hot chocolate party.&amp;nbsp; My sister Courtney comes to pick up Dawson and we get to have a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30 - Dawson &amp;amp; Courtney leave and I start supper.&amp;nbsp; Waverly sits on the counter to help me put things in the blender and of course push the button several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 - Curt comes home and we sit down to eat.&amp;nbsp; As Luca comes to the table she anounces " I don't like that" before she even sits down.&amp;nbsp; This is how we have been starting every meal.&amp;nbsp; We tell her she has never tired it and get her to try maybe 3 bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean up supper while watching the dance show that Luca is putting on for me and her stuffies and taking turns making up stories with Nollie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 - Play scrabble Jr with Nollie and Luca.&amp;nbsp; Waverly wants up but every time she gets up on my knee she tosses pieces around so I put her back down.&amp;nbsp; Since the girls wanted to try the more advanced version I feel like I am just playing by myself, things are starting to get more silly by the minute.&amp;nbsp; Nollie swings her stuffie across the board sending tiles flying and I call a game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - Jammie time for the girls and brush teeth.&amp;nbsp; Nollie discovers that I can put photos on her new mp3 player and needs me to do it right now so I sift through photos and add some for her.&amp;nbsp; When everyone is ready we sit down on the couch and read books, one chosen by each girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - Bed time, ahhh.&amp;nbsp; I sit at the computer with a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate.&amp;nbsp; I scan pinterest as I visit with Curt.&amp;nbsp; Curt gives me hard time about being on the computer so turn it off and move to the living room to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - The kids are still coming out of their rooms and running around, Waverly is still crying.&amp;nbsp; Curt goes to deal with the older girls and I get Wave and bring her out for a cuddle.&amp;nbsp; This time it seems to work for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt and I get ready for bed and lay down to read.&amp;nbsp; I fall asleep with my light on and a book in my hand by 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijMFOngf_FU/Ty1PO3FOpCI/AAAAAAAABQA/IqRqnHFAmQg/s1600/Nollie-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ijMFOngf_FU/Ty1PO3FOpCI/AAAAAAAABQA/IqRqnHFAmQg/s320/Nollie-6.jpg" width="240" /&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; text-align: center;"&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/-Q4YUl4uJHcE/Ty1PSC9Vf1I/AAAAAAAABQI/8A8kjLSr21A/s1600/Nollie-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4YUl4uJHcE/Ty1PSC9Vf1I/AAAAAAAABQI/8A8kjLSr21A/s320/Nollie-7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A day in my life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4849448796492126345?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4849448796492126345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4849448796492126345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jzClpcywX-Y/Ty1O1LYtcUI/AAAAAAAABPY/b-l_ZXZ_ABY/s72-c/Nollie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7610779514624763705</id><published>2012-01-05T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:25:51.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Baby #4</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our fourth Buchan Baby is expected to be joining the family in late May or early June 2012.&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/-crgVIh1nt-A/TwW_R_7UFiI/AAAAAAAABPM/aZDjXXg5Dmc/s1600/Baby+%25234-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crgVIh1nt-A/TwW_R_7UFiI/AAAAAAAABPM/aZDjXXg5Dmc/s400/Baby+%25234-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got my first glimpse of Baby #4.&amp;nbsp; Even on round four it is amazing to see that heart pumping, the mouth opening and closing and the arms moving around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7610779514624763705?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7610779514624763705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7610779514624763705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-4.html' title='Baby #4'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-crgVIh1nt-A/TwW_R_7UFiI/AAAAAAAABPM/aZDjXXg5Dmc/s72-c/Baby+%25234-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7744151752681858941</id><published>2011-12-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T09:00:27.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skiing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>First Ski of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2CLQiTimQs/Tvsx9akqiEI/AAAAAAAABOo/yuHscKvSTIY/s1600/Skiing-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2CLQiTimQs/Tvsx9akqiEI/AAAAAAAABOo/yuHscKvSTIY/s400/Skiing-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday morning we went out to the trails for our first x-country ski of the year.&amp;nbsp; After 4 days of large family get togethers, including a Birthday and Christmas our family was spent and we were looking forward to a day of relaxing at home.&amp;nbsp; Curt suggested the ski and I was all over it.&amp;nbsp; It has been great weather here, I really wanted to get outside and I knew I was in need of some exercise.&amp;nbsp; The only problem was getting the kids going.&amp;nbsp; Our kids are painful to get out of the house on a regular day and this was not any easier.&amp;nbsp; They were playing so happily and I hated to interrupt them to leave for somewhere again. &amp;nbsp; Nollie was crying saying "you said we wouldn't have to go anywhere today, that we could just stay home."&amp;nbsp; Sorry dear but Mom needs this and you could use some fresh air too.&amp;nbsp; When we finally got in the van I was raging, tired of wining, crying, slow moving, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since we only have one set of kids skis we generally take turns.&amp;nbsp; One of us will go for a ski while the other person stays back at the cabin with the kids and lets them play around in the snow and try out the kids skis.&amp;nbsp; I was still angry after the 10 minute drive to the trails and we decided it was best if I went for my ski first, so that I didn't loose it on any of the kids.&amp;nbsp; It took about 2 minutes of skiing and I was at peace.&amp;nbsp; At 10:00am we were the first ones at the trails and the other man that arrived just after us went the opposite way, so I was skiing completely alone.&amp;nbsp; The temperature was right around zero, beautiful for this time of year and the sun was beaming through the trees. My view ahead looked like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-xuOYEpkqWJc/Tvsx8P-RIwI/AAAAAAAABOg/tCqrax2Px5c/s1600/Skiing-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuOYEpkqWJc/Tvsx8P-RIwI/AAAAAAAABOg/tCqrax2Px5c/s400/Skiing-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;... and to my view left through the trees you could see the river valley down below.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/-VNGv2uhk-w8/TvsyAkGwAQI/AAAAAAAABOw/8zWbNS53axA/s1600/Skiing-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VNGv2uhk-w8/TvsyAkGwAQI/AAAAAAAABOw/8zWbNS53axA/s400/Skiing-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I skiied 3.2 km and on the way back I was getting tired and slow, hoping&amp;nbsp; I didn't do too much, since other than climbing the sledding hill a few times I haven't done much for exercise since gardening season ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-atXST7jV-_8/TvsyDC9seyI/AAAAAAAABO4/xcUMhewplpU/s1600/Skiing-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-atXST7jV-_8/TvsyDC9seyI/AAAAAAAABO4/xcUMhewplpU/s400/Skiing-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got back from my ski I was met by Luca coming towards me on the trails.&amp;nbsp; Nollie had no interest in skiing yesterday and Luca had been ripping around the whole time I was gone.&amp;nbsp; She was excited and wanted to go on a ski just like I did... as far as I did... even further, so I turned around and we started skiing together. It was so fun to see Luca wanting to ski and enjoying skiing.&amp;nbsp; She didn't want to turn around and go back at all.&amp;nbsp; She thoroughly enjoyed her time alone with Mom and was chatting up a storm for the whole ski.&amp;nbsp; We forgot to grab the kids poles, which is OK since kids don't normally learn to ski with poles but she was convinced she needed some, so she used mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/-N6rbDgIu2pY/TvsyGtEQN-I/AAAAAAAABPA/ssc5ZlRGakM/s1600/Skiing-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6rbDgIu2pY/TvsyGtEQN-I/AAAAAAAABPA/ssc5ZlRGakM/s400/Skiing-5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luca and I skied another 500m together, the longest I've ever seen her ski.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to get another set of kids skis so we can try family ski together this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7744151752681858941?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7744151752681858941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7744151752681858941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/12/first-ski-of-season.html' title='First Ski of the Season'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2CLQiTimQs/Tvsx9akqiEI/AAAAAAAABOo/yuHscKvSTIY/s72-c/Skiing-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-639048502419047504</id><published>2011-12-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T23:30:01.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjlShm-B7w/TvXl2L-ha_I/AAAAAAAABOU/a8paNlDE2sY/s1600/Christmas+Photo2011.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjlShm-B7w/TvXl2L-ha_I/AAAAAAAABOU/a8paNlDE2sY/s400/Christmas+Photo2011.jpeg" width="264" /&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/31275920-639048502419047504?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/639048502419047504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/639048502419047504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-2011.html' title='Merry Christmas 2011!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjlShm-B7w/TvXl2L-ha_I/AAAAAAAABOU/a8paNlDE2sY/s72-c/Christmas+Photo2011.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-941767985886614078</id><published>2011-12-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:42:17.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick Cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Wavy</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hard to believe my baby is 2 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some photos of her to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2V5q_Vv3z8/TvSZGuh-AAI/AAAAAAAABNo/EMKTWn4sHX0/s1600/P6150944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2V5q_Vv3z8/TvSZGuh-AAI/AAAAAAAABNo/EMKTWn4sHX0/s400/P6150944.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjM6eZuEr4Y/TvSZJxyfTFI/AAAAAAAABN0/aFX2Lt4mIUo/s1600/P2180246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjM6eZuEr4Y/TvSZJxyfTFI/AAAAAAAABN0/aFX2Lt4mIUo/s400/P2180246.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/-6F5VutbWy90/TvSZJEJuG7I/AAAAAAAABNw/m5oaRJ-Fjvw/s1600/Background+Picture-1-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6F5VutbWy90/TvSZJEJuG7I/AAAAAAAABNw/m5oaRJ-Fjvw/s400/Background+Picture-1-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riding the tricycle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEr47HUiVW0/TvSZF_8t_BI/AAAAAAAABNk/F-3FyigZblc/s1600/P7191080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEr47HUiVW0/TvSZF_8t_BI/AAAAAAAABNk/F-3FyigZblc/s400/P7191080.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her pose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsJxRkojQLs/TvSZHgA-IFI/AAAAAAAABNs/Bizv5z35sfk/s1600/P6030799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsJxRkojQLs/TvSZHgA-IFI/AAAAAAAABNs/Bizv5z35sfk/s400/P6030799.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she dumped an entire box of Cheerios on the floor while sitting on her potty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwehdiifmPI/TvSZDXGVxoI/AAAAAAAABNc/7okmaQFbA0A/s1600/P8201273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GwehdiifmPI/TvSZDXGVxoI/AAAAAAAABNc/7okmaQFbA0A/s400/P8201273.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls laugh about this all the time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"..remember the time Waverly had spaghetti stuck on her nose.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c42BzQoQwJs/TvSZLGqrU4I/AAAAAAAABN4/syqxjcwCcWg/s1600/P2030126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c42BzQoQwJs/TvSZLGqrU4I/AAAAAAAABN4/syqxjcwCcWg/s400/P2030126.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-SvPAFsT85S8/TvSZCCuvgdI/AAAAAAAABNY/vMsIRgpkmPM/s1600/P9271388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SvPAFsT85S8/TvSZCCuvgdI/AAAAAAAABNY/vMsIRgpkmPM/s400/P9271388.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waverly was a scootcher for most of the last year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has permanently stained an worn through several pairs of pants.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-nLnzkRFPY/TvSZEtJIbWI/AAAAAAAABNg/DWOk6aCFtFU/s1600/P8101178.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I-nLnzkRFPY/TvSZEtJIbWI/AAAAAAAABNg/DWOk6aCFtFU/s400/P8101178.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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..but she has finally decided to start walking this past month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I don't think I have a single photo of Wave walking, gasp!&amp;nbsp; I know, horrible Mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hz99sCEXduI/TvSY-XnFaDI/AAAAAAAABNM/_-Q4TL5tc_I/s1600/PC071836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hz99sCEXduI/TvSY-XnFaDI/AAAAAAAABNM/_-Q4TL5tc_I/s400/PC071836.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH-Irkprs_I/TvSY_u6Bt_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/MV6w-fGJx3Y/s1600/PB201791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lH-Irkprs_I/TvSY_u6Bt_I/AAAAAAAABNQ/MV6w-fGJx3Y/s400/PB201791.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Wavy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tQ_gGU14Zk/TvSZOlaMoVI/AAAAAAAABNI/jAYZSaHvbVc/s1600/P1085688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tQ_gGU14Zk/TvSZOlaMoVI/AAAAAAAABNI/jAYZSaHvbVc/s400/P1085688.JPG" width="400" /&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;br /&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;Wavy's 1st Birthday &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcY72VLEcHo/TvSZMUy4joI/AAAAAAAABN8/gpi95OaHvYE/s1600/PC239432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcY72VLEcHo/TvSZMUy4joI/AAAAAAAABN8/gpi95OaHvYE/s400/PC239432.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wavy 2nd Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgN1G_0hBHM/TvXjHOUk1NI/AAAAAAAABOI/RRZap_61FxI/s1600/Wavy-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgN1G_0hBHM/TvXjHOUk1NI/AAAAAAAABOI/RRZap_61FxI/s400/Wavy-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Wavy!&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/31275920-941767985886614078?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/941767985886614078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/941767985886614078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-2nd-birthday-wavy.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Wavy'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2V5q_Vv3z8/TvSZGuh-AAI/AAAAAAAABNo/EMKTWn4sHX0/s72-c/P6150944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2341934728718824439</id><published>2011-12-19T17:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:34:12.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Croissants</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wanting to try making Croissants from scratch for a while but knowing that I had to start them two days before we planned to eat them I could never get the timing right.&amp;nbsp; Friday night after we put the girls to sleep Curt suggested I get them started.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't all that impressed with the idea at the time, since I generally shut down and do nothing after the girls are in bed, but am I ever glad I did it.&amp;nbsp; I followed the recipe from the book French Women Don't Get Fat, by Mireille Guiliano.&amp;nbsp; I found the instructions at &lt;a href="http://shesingsatthetable.com/2010/11/14/beurre-farine-trois-jours-magique/"&gt;shesingsatthetable.com&lt;/a&gt; and thought her commentary on the recipe was quite humorous as I went along.&amp;nbsp; After the initial preperations on Friday night they needed some attention twice on Saturday and then the final steps took place on Sunday morning.&amp;nbsp; I was up early so the Croissants came out of the oven just in time for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Curt whipped up a quick batch of chocolate honey to have with them and we sat down to enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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;They were amazing and I will definitely be making these again.&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;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndAwtswXOoc/Tu_HFkzEyVI/AAAAAAAABKE/J4eJUTrUb6w/s400/Croissants-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Would you look at that flaky goodness, mmmmmmmm.&amp;nbsp; &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/-vgxqoo0Aj3c/Tu_HGzQbldI/AAAAAAAABKM/PFQdfJcO8e0/s1600/Croissants-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vgxqoo0Aj3c/Tu_HGzQbldI/AAAAAAAABKM/PFQdfJcO8e0/s400/Croissants-2.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Needless to say the 12 croissants did not last until lunch time that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2341934728718824439?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2341934728718824439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2341934728718824439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/12/croissants.html' title='Croissants'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndAwtswXOoc/Tu_HFkzEyVI/AAAAAAAABKE/J4eJUTrUb6w/s72-c/Croissants-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5280689314758722320</id><published>2011-12-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:43:43.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Night Skate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03E4SxpNtBI/Tu39m3F_JrI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LkY7oaZ2vr4/s1600/Night+Skate-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03E4SxpNtBI/Tu39m3F_JrI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LkY7oaZ2vr4/s400/Night+Skate-5.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we went out to the pond in our back yard for a night skate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/-ptPez1yjxW0/Tu39cSYXGmI/AAAAAAAABJk/_CZ9CTvTrR0/s1600/Night+Skate-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ptPez1yjxW0/Tu39cSYXGmI/AAAAAAAABJk/_CZ9CTvTrR0/s400/Night+Skate-3.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;We put a lantern in the center of the ice and head lamps on the girls and let them skate around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/-xa5-EWRM_28/Tu39qtPuHKI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EnkT7KcGKAY/s1600/Night+Skate-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xa5-EWRM_28/Tu39qtPuHKI/AAAAAAAABJ8/EnkT7KcGKAY/s400/Night+Skate-6.jpg" width="300" /&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/-zMBkKCKTThs/Tu39hQ9P2XI/AAAAAAAABJs/bUG2PUG-Cbo/s1600/Night+Skate-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zMBkKCKTThs/Tu39hQ9P2XI/AAAAAAAABJs/bUG2PUG-Cbo/s400/Night+Skate-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waverly sat in the center of the ice and watched.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/-qshxGwthEoM/Tu39YCBQdnI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZGF_hHn75_E/s1600/Night+Skate-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qshxGwthEoM/Tu39YCBQdnI/AAAAAAAABJc/ZGF_hHn75_E/s400/Night+Skate-2.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls had lots of fun and when we came inside we all enjoyed some hot chocolate before bed, such fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5280689314758722320?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5280689314758722320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5280689314758722320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/12/night-skate.html' title='Night Skate'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03E4SxpNtBI/Tu39m3F_JrI/AAAAAAAABJ0/LkY7oaZ2vr4/s72-c/Night+Skate-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4517442970639573442</id><published>2011-11-03T08:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:32:43.008-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Halloween over and our house is full of candy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not complaining, I love the candy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully Waverly isn't old enough to notice me eating her stash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMz1__v76qA/TrKdbNFzuRI/AAAAAAAABIo/4Yb4HH30FyE/s1600/Halloween-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMz1__v76qA/TrKdbNFzuRI/AAAAAAAABIo/4Yb4HH30FyE/s400/Halloween-18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We had alot of fun this Halloween Season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunty Shelby had us over to Mom &amp;amp; Dad's for the girls to paint pumpkins one night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0vFLWAbdKs/TrKdPYmpEMI/AAAAAAAABH4/d2cmHNJd_Pk/s1600/Halloween-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0vFLWAbdKs/TrKdPYmpEMI/AAAAAAAABH4/d2cmHNJd_Pk/s400/Halloween-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzyC5HhTbuQ/TrKdQz3Js3I/AAAAAAAABIA/BT7Z1zKy_5g/s1600/Halloween-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bzyC5HhTbuQ/TrKdQz3Js3I/AAAAAAAABIA/BT7Z1zKy_5g/s400/Halloween-13.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvWzjbUZqLo/TrKdLiXHeTI/AAAAAAAABHo/U09Z61wbzJk/s1600/Halloween-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvWzjbUZqLo/TrKdLiXHeTI/AAAAAAAABHo/U09Z61wbzJk/s400/Halloween-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iM0PFQVJrM/TrKdNrqqtEI/AAAAAAAABHw/xMe5d2xfrhA/s1600/Halloween-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6iM0PFQVJrM/TrKdNrqqtEI/AAAAAAAABHw/xMe5d2xfrhA/s400/Halloween-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we carved some pumpkins at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfgKpPKIot0/TrKdUAJp8FI/AAAAAAAABII/rYcW2Jc6pXk/s1600/Halloween-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfgKpPKIot0/TrKdUAJp8FI/AAAAAAAABII/rYcW2Jc6pXk/s400/Halloween-14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-aHxdg7iw/TrKdVwhLMoI/AAAAAAAABIQ/bfpBKvYZtQQ/s1600/Halloween-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yD-aHxdg7iw/TrKdVwhLMoI/AAAAAAAABIQ/bfpBKvYZtQQ/s400/Halloween-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFNeD9CbQPM/TrKdXudonzI/AAAAAAAABIY/n9jTks_-Hug/s1600/Halloween-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFNeD9CbQPM/TrKdXudonzI/AAAAAAAABIY/n9jTks_-Hug/s400/Halloween-16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Homeschool on Halloween we did a bunch of fun Halloween activities.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been taking any pictures of our school time, I should really start, I guess I'm a little busy at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a fun Halloween snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like making these crazy snacks, but unfortunately I can't get it planned ahead so on Halloween day at snack time I am doing a quick search to find something fun to make.&amp;nbsp; I guess it all works out, but it might have been easier if I knew what I was doing the day be fore.&amp;nbsp; It's just the way I am.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-He-2LSckoY4/TrKdYym-5EI/AAAAAAAABIg/OGo9VUneKgg/s1600/Halloween-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-He-2LSckoY4/TrKdYym-5EI/AAAAAAAABIg/OGo9VUneKgg/s400/Halloween-17.jpg" width="300" /&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;And of course we dressed up and went out trick-or-treating.&amp;nbsp; We drove all over the country side visiting all the Grandparents, Great Grandparent, Aunts &amp;amp; Uncles and this year the girls wanted to do a bit of walking around town too.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the night the girls were exhausted, we had to basically scrape them off the floor.&amp;nbsp; &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;Nollie the Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc2y6plF0v4/TrKdeTciIuI/AAAAAAAABI4/K3qyfsvb3wg/s1600/Halloween-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc2y6plF0v4/TrKdeTciIuI/AAAAAAAABI4/K3qyfsvb3wg/s400/Halloween-20.jpg" width="400" /&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; text-align: center;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luca the Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0pbmxvjou0/TrKdcrUetsI/AAAAAAAABIw/VPYagJN57tE/s1600/Halloween-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0pbmxvjou0/TrKdcrUetsI/AAAAAAAABIw/VPYagJN57tE/s400/Halloween-19.jpg" width="300" /&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;Waverly the Care Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXtcxgiTZeg/TrKdgNiH6zI/AAAAAAAABJA/2zJu0KyutOc/s1600/Halloween-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXtcxgiTZeg/TrKdgNiH6zI/AAAAAAAABJA/2zJu0KyutOc/s400/Halloween-21.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; I love this picture and any picture that catches the girls looking at each other in a way that you wouldn't maybe notice in in everyday life. &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;/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;/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;/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/-vGDSrp8Hwv0/TrKdijqRmvI/AAAAAAAABJI/StCG_cg_WFk/s1600/Halloween-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGDSrp8Hwv0/TrKdijqRmvI/AAAAAAAABJI/StCG_cg_WFk/s400/Halloween-22.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I take photos at the beginning of the night and then my Mom gets her photos at the end of the night when everyone has smeared make-up, dirty faces and costumes and tired looks.&amp;nbsp; It'd be funny to see the comparison.&amp;nbsp;&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;Happy November! &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4517442970639573442?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4517442970639573442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4517442970639573442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMz1__v76qA/TrKdbNFzuRI/AAAAAAAABIo/4Yb4HH30FyE/s72-c/Halloween-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2987750942758940727</id><published>2011-10-20T09:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:16:08.368-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Luca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luca is pink and frilly and rough and tumble all in one.&amp;nbsp; For her birthday her one request was a pink princess fishing rod and I'm sure when she does go fishing she will wear her most beautiful dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7I3Ui20hcc/TqA1cmZcDyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ae3t6NitGnM/s1600/Luca-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7I3Ui20hcc/TqA1cmZcDyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ae3t6NitGnM/s400/Luca-16.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves earings, necklaces, bracelets, and clips for her hair.&amp;nbsp; She loves "beautiful" dresses and skirts.&amp;nbsp; She loves lipstick &amp;amp; nailpollish and everything pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/-Q8N6imtJ3jQ/TqA1jV2W8jI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Ffklyz1PEFA/s1600/Luca-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8N6imtJ3jQ/TqA1jV2W8jI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Ffklyz1PEFA/s400/Luca-19.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other hand Luca always has a messy face and never wears shoes outside.&amp;nbsp; She's not affraid to get dirty and loves catching frogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOYSvP4GE7k/TqA5ubgjrcI/AAAAAAAABAM/mcXpGbuSvlU/s1600/Luca-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mOYSvP4GE7k/TqA5ubgjrcI/AAAAAAAABAM/mcXpGbuSvlU/s400/Luca-20.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is always watching her big sister &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dTfpia2M70/TqA1aexKxdI/AAAAAAAAA_M/6A8uQJEymc8/s1600/Luca-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dTfpia2M70/TqA1aexKxdI/AAAAAAAAA_M/6A8uQJEymc8/s400/Luca-15.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;and tackle hugging her little sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSsblJ6lLYI/TqA1lbs63xI/AAAAAAAAA_s/_N6fGFDrijQ/s1600/Luca-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xSsblJ6lLYI/TqA1lbs63xI/AAAAAAAAA_s/_N6fGFDrijQ/s400/Luca-21.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luca is always a helper and you often hear her&amp;nbsp; say "I can do it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myVcp7eP-vA/TqA1nMcBoiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/IMsOgQQCY0M/s1600/Luca-22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myVcp7eP-vA/TqA1nMcBoiI/AAAAAAAAA_0/IMsOgQQCY0M/s320/Luca-22.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is amazing at puzzles and is becoming interested in learning to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0o6J7gGAz5w/TqA1out0wyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nI-0LeZslt0/s1600/Luca-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0o6J7gGAz5w/TqA1out0wyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nI-0LeZslt0/s320/Luca-23.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Luca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUHJq6dgtsU/TqA1SbzMYYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/d6NLekqsJJ8/s1600/Luca-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fUHJq6dgtsU/TqA1SbzMYYI/AAAAAAAAA-s/d6NLekqsJJ8/s400/Luca-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icB1EvqwkWk/TqA1T4tZnNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/DnTfXIKqxhc/s1600/Luca-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-icB1EvqwkWk/TqA1T4tZnNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/DnTfXIKqxhc/s400/Luca-11.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;Two &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS8x7bcAS3c/TqA1WBtWevI/AAAAAAAAA-8/pmN-R6vDfjg/s1600/Luca-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sS8x7bcAS3c/TqA1WBtWevI/AAAAAAAAA-8/pmN-R6vDfjg/s400/Luca-12.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Three &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKC1VkktyNU/TqA1YSE1MtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFihtdILexs/s1600/Luca-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKC1VkktyNU/TqA1YSE1MtI/AAAAAAAAA_E/aFihtdILexs/s400/Luca-13.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;Four &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3wNQhugMww/TqA3AhYEw1I/AAAAAAAABAE/CodkQ17_IeM/s1600/Luca-10-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3wNQhugMww/TqA3AhYEw1I/AAAAAAAABAE/CodkQ17_IeM/s400/Luca-10-2.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;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Luca! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ImegrQMWZ4/TqA1gQGUjvI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0r_jv_QhN48/s1600/Luca-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ImegrQMWZ4/TqA1gQGUjvI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0r_jv_QhN48/s400/Luca-18.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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2987750942758940727?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2987750942758940727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2987750942758940727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-4th-birthday-luca.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Luca'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I7I3Ui20hcc/TqA1cmZcDyI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ae3t6NitGnM/s72-c/Luca-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8573126778851939391</id><published>2011-10-19T08:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:20:04.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer in Review</title><content type='html'>Well hello there.&amp;nbsp; I figured since I basically took the summer off of blog writing I would catch you all up a little before I get started again.&amp;nbsp; So here it is, a summer in review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Curt celebrated his 31st Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nollie had her 5th Birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z86Yu4dz_XY/Tp7Qk1Xax4I/AAAAAAAAA8I/v91BEpkyPTI/s1600/summer+2011-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z86Yu4dz_XY/Tp7Qk1Xax4I/AAAAAAAAA8I/v91BEpkyPTI/s400/summer+2011-16.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvTVSFbKM70/Tp7QoT3mrLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-OvUQblDKA4/s1600/summer+2011-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvTVSFbKM70/Tp7QoT3mrLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-OvUQblDKA4/s400/summer+2011-17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I painted our Master Bedroom&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We enjoyed both a Martin and a Buchan camp-out.&amp;nbsp; I love the family get-togethers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We enjoyed a free outdoor yoga &amp;amp; nature class for kids &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luca won a new bike at the County Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji1Tjn0sxxY/Tp7QUIDhQGI/AAAAAAAAA7g/vbBCAjUkNdE/s1600/summer+2011-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji1Tjn0sxxY/Tp7QUIDhQGI/AAAAAAAAA7g/vbBCAjUkNdE/s400/summer+2011-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;We took part in a weekly library camp&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to the farmers market &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We played in the mud&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2o6SJifxHUc/Tp7QOwnNeHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/gqTe9YCueEQ/s1600/summer+2011-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2o6SJifxHUc/Tp7QOwnNeHI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/gqTe9YCueEQ/s400/summer+2011-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took our first two week holiday as a family &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;We went to a friend's wedding &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went camping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_2I8jI7Gsc/Tp7QwywLzjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/j4JoRjwSLcs/s1600/summer+2011-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_2I8jI7Gsc/Tp7QwywLzjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/j4JoRjwSLcs/s400/summer+2011-18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babies who scootch on their butt get really dirty when camping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1b04PxjoJY/Tp7XHfF3vjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/__VfyfV6lAg/s1600/summer+2011-10-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U1b04PxjoJY/Tp7XHfF3vjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/__VfyfV6lAg/s400/summer+2011-10-5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited Grandma &amp;amp; Papa Hutch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiktT8oPQxM/Tp7Q5n5MFXI/AAAAAAAAA8o/44QXQIlAn_g/s1600/summer+2011-20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiktT8oPQxM/Tp7Q5n5MFXI/AAAAAAAAA8o/44QXQIlAn_g/s400/summer+2011-20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent a week at Buchan's condo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played on Grandpa's boat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWyQu0gZ5l8/Tp7Q9ObX2II/AAAAAAAAA8w/-CxQzbefCXQ/s1600/summer+2011-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWyQu0gZ5l8/Tp7Q9ObX2II/AAAAAAAAA8w/-CxQzbefCXQ/s400/summer+2011-21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Both girls learned to ride a two wheeler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTCIaKnQqIc/Tp7QZF32eLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XsBadJ2vq3w/s1600/summer+2011-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTCIaKnQqIc/Tp7QZF32eLI/AAAAAAAAA7o/XsBadJ2vq3w/s400/summer+2011-12.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BCZNeRLedg/Tp7Vw4ftiFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6oVcz2N4IrA/s1600/summer+2011-10-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--BCZNeRLedg/Tp7Vw4ftiFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/6oVcz2N4IrA/s400/summer+2011-10-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wavy practiced her tricks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8W0H8z66b8/Tp7YZGyxAbI/AAAAAAAAA-g/TVOhD2hSWe8/s1600/summer+2011-10-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o8W0H8z66b8/Tp7YZGyxAbI/AAAAAAAAA-g/TVOhD2hSWe8/s400/summer+2011-10-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I played in my garden and made a few new flower beds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We planted trees &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curt covered the beams and posts on the front deck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpoWfK-pi_M/Tp7RVoqLn3I/AAAAAAAAA9o/kTEbc3WSg5k/s1600/summer+2011-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpoWfK-pi_M/Tp7RVoqLn3I/AAAAAAAAA9o/kTEbc3WSg5k/s400/summer+2011-28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We painted the railing on the decks....again, I think we're done for a year or two. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We (mostly Curt) put in two brick patios, one outside the garage door and one outside the walkout door. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9oDin0yUFg/Tp7RheQnnFI/AAAAAAAAA94/WoCQjt2cgbs/s1600/summer+2011-30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9oDin0yUFg/Tp7RheQnnFI/AAAAAAAAA94/WoCQjt2cgbs/s400/summer+2011-30.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciFMpoIqbB4/Tp7RbS10fzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/mEllT5QJpeQ/s1600/summer+2011-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ciFMpoIqbB4/Tp7RbS10fzI/AAAAAAAAA9w/mEllT5QJpeQ/s400/summer+2011-29.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;We started homeschooling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keWX2TLRmXI/Tp7RGt3_egI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/BmhLfF2qNNs/s1600/summer+2011-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-keWX2TLRmXI/Tp7RGt3_egI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/BmhLfF2qNNs/s400/summer+2011-25.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syA2L27bX74/Tp7T_kYMJYI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-MpImEvOKns/s1600/summer+2011-10-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-syA2L27bX74/Tp7T_kYMJYI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-MpImEvOKns/s400/summer+2011-10-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nollie lost her first (and second) tooth..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKsmdYx929Y/Tp7RKoeFUVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KVRci2YyPzY/s1600/summer+2011-26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKsmdYx929Y/Tp7RKoeFUVI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/KVRci2YyPzY/s400/summer+2011-26.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;We had a great summer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8573126778851939391?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8573126778851939391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8573126778851939391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/10/summer-in-review.html' title='A Summer in Review'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z86Yu4dz_XY/Tp7Qk1Xax4I/AAAAAAAAA8I/v91BEpkyPTI/s72-c/summer+2011-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8624230920356169981</id><published>2011-06-07T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:39:08.930-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Trim - One Room Down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After two and a half years of living in our house the trim has actually hit the walls.&amp;nbsp; We've decided to work from the back of the house forward, one room at a time, finishing each room completely as we go, that way by the time we get to the main areas we have all the kinks out. ***That is a huge piece of of advice for anyone doing any home renovation/house build projects, especially something you have never done before.&amp;nbsp; Always start in the area that is least seen. You will make mistakes and you will improve as you go.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now I'm sure you know that you can go to your local home building center buy trim, paint it and slap it up in your house, as long as you have a miter saw and some patience you are good to go (I made that sound a little easier than it really is.)&amp;nbsp; That's not how we chose to do it though, we like to make sure we do everything the most difficult way (Curtis likes to make sure he gets new tools from each project).&amp;nbsp; It started two years ago when we purchased a giant load of rough cut aspen boards from a local lumber yard.&amp;nbsp; The boards were fresh and had to be dried before we could use them for trim so we stacked them in the garage to dry as we worked on other projects, building a shop, landscaping, drywalling the basement and such.&amp;nbsp; When the shop was complete we moved all the boards by hand to the shop and re-stacked them to dry further. At some point we tried planing some boards flat and got a feel for how much work would be involved using the planer we had.&amp;nbsp; Before you knew it Curt was driving home with a Woodmaster (new tool) that a local guy happened to be selling on kijiji.&amp;nbsp; It is one of those machines that they advertise at the back of woodworking magazines, they call it the "Four Way Money Maker".&amp;nbsp; It was a lot of money and we had to hold our breath the first time we used it, hoping it wouldn't blow our breaker, but it didn't and it does some nice work.&amp;nbsp; Curt put a lot of time into planing boards and then running them through the machine a few more times to make trim.&amp;nbsp; We then spent about a month paining a dozen sample trying to choose the colour, everything from white to light to dark.&amp;nbsp; Curt would come home each day with a couple more cans of stain and paint a chunk of trim and then we would stare at them unable to decide.&amp;nbsp; Finally when we made up our mind the trim went up and it looks amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXSbg-5MLPM/Te41ffqabyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AUJ0opZ7gk8/s1600/First+Trim-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXSbg-5MLPM/Te41ffqabyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AUJ0opZ7gk8/s400/First+Trim-12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love the ledges on the windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMvT5lCrrp8/Te41ZpDlSII/AAAAAAAAA58/s_6lBtiVeEw/s1600/First+Trim-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMvT5lCrrp8/Te41ZpDlSII/AAAAAAAAA58/s_6lBtiVeEw/s400/First+Trim-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the questions we got from everyone that entered our house was "what are you going to do with the beams?"&amp;nbsp; They are bright orange (you can see them in one of the photos below) and they really pop out at you in their unfinished state.&amp;nbsp; Voila, a finished beam, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzUQGO4ytVw/Te41lj27ARI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/T2QbwG5hBJk/s1600/First+Trim-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzUQGO4ytVw/Te41lj27ARI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/T2QbwG5hBJk/s400/First+Trim-15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even got shelves in my bathroom closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs_aNaoIt5U/Te41h8q8NRI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lyj07VP6AtU/s1600/First+Trim-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qs_aNaoIt5U/Te41h8q8NRI/AAAAAAAAA6I/lyj07VP6AtU/s400/First+Trim-13.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have a few things to finish up in the bathroom, taking the photo above I was reminded of the vent cover I need to put on the wall, oops, that's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwRLbc1-OFs/Te41j3G-ueI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZKxtDYG5Gr8/s1600/First+Trim-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kwRLbc1-OFs/Te41j3G-ueI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ZKxtDYG5Gr8/s400/First+Trim-14.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt also made a transition strip between the tile in the bathroom and the hardwood in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EroWwf1KpPw/Te41c1XFQjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3CtpV8g0n48/s1600/First+Trim-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EroWwf1KpPw/Te41c1XFQjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/3CtpV8g0n48/s400/First+Trim-11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness because prior to that it was an ugly gap that collected dust, dirt, Polly Pocket shoes, beads, Lite-Brite pegs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVTW3kx4Y8Y/Te41vxWxaoI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YjbQq3C9bqw/s1600/First+Trim-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sVTW3kx4Y8Y/Te41vxWxaoI/AAAAAAAAA6g/YjbQq3C9bqw/s400/First+Trim-19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list, the Master Bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I'd like to paint the wall behind the bed, maybe a raspberry red colour, I'm not sure.&amp;nbsp; All the walls need another coat of paint, would you believe there are dirty fingerprints all over the walls and even a few pencil scribbles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3pvSVyeIo/Te41s8TThnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/HY35UqePAYU/s1600/First+Trim-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw3pvSVyeIo/Te41s8TThnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/HY35UqePAYU/s400/First+Trim-18.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;We need to paint all the doors, put up the trim, finish the beam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5F_pK_bvQU/Te41qpvDzMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/FvX8ttuReCs/s1600/First+Trim-17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5F_pK_bvQU/Te41qpvDzMI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/FvX8ttuReCs/s400/First+Trim-17.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'll even remove the crib, and the little girl that sleeps in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NykqRDrzYmc/Te41oM1xQYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/reN8lqykqL4/s1600/First+Trim-16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NykqRDrzYmc/Te41oM1xQYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/reN8lqykqL4/s400/First+Trim-16.jpg" width="400" /&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/31275920-8624230920356169981?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8624230920356169981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8624230920356169981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/06/trim-one-room-down.html' title='Trim - One Room Down!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXSbg-5MLPM/Te41ffqabyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/AUJ0opZ7gk8/s72-c/First+Trim-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5406533632310862739</id><published>2011-06-06T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:40:35.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daybook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Simple Woman's Daybook:  June 2011</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window... everything is glowing green from the recent rains and the sky is a calming colour of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking...to homeschool or not to homeschool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for...all of my time at home with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms...we are enjoying watching the tadpoles we collected as frog eggs grow and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen... I've been on top of meal planning again, its so much easier to cook supper when you know what you're making and have everything there to make it.&amp;nbsp; I'm also enjoying spring produce from the garden rhubarb muffins and asparagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing...my ratty patched up jeans and a shirt full of holes (it's home day and I'm ready for the garden) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating...gardens, gardens everywhere, its June and so gardening is my passion, flowers, trees and produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going... no further than my garden today, Monday is homeday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading...my giant stack of magazines that I haven't touched in a while and reviews on android apps for my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping...I'll get the grass cut today during Wavy's nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hearing...wedding type music, the girls are playing wedding...again, it is a new favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house...breakfast dishes are on the table, Waverly's books are scattered on the floor from last night but the toilets are clean and shinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things...digging in the dirt, man I love gardening. (are you noticing a bit of an obsession here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: regular stuff, play with the kids, sweep the floor about a million times, go to town on Wednesday for a crazy full day, garden, cut the grass, oh and my second golf clinic, yay and Curt's company golf tournament at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is picture for thought I am sharing... my Grandma Martin on her 75th Birthday, I am loving this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x49z3ibyLms/TezyFl5g7BI/AAAAAAAAA50/j7q1OtWy_jM/s1600/Grandma+M-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x49z3ibyLms/TezyFl5g7BI/AAAAAAAAA50/j7q1OtWy_jM/s400/Grandma+M-10.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find more daybook entries at &lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Simple Woman's Daybook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5406533632310862739?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5406533632310862739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5406533632310862739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-womans-daybook-june-2011.html' title='A Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook:  June 2011'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x49z3ibyLms/TezyFl5g7BI/AAAAAAAAA50/j7q1OtWy_jM/s72-c/Grandma+M-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-6136654407724519586</id><published>2011-04-11T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T10:04:36.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Water, Water Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Snow melts into water.... and lots of snow melts into lots of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our yard has officially been taken over by water.&amp;nbsp; We like to joke that we have a moat but honestly at this point its not quite funny to me, more like a little nerve racking.&amp;nbsp; We've been watching the pond grow as the snow and ice melted this last week and then the rest of the snow started melting and just staying where it was forming more puddles.&amp;nbsp; Finally the puddles and pond have all joined to form one big lake.&amp;nbsp; Here's the view off our deck this morning&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/-p35y0JbTJZ0/TaMZwVW1VvI/AAAAAAAAA5o/qGZVh_0vvJo/s1600/Water-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p35y0JbTJZ0/TaMZwVW1VvI/AAAAAAAAA5o/qGZVh_0vvJo/s400/Water-10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kakDUBpK5OM/TaMZsu5Ig0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/ptP8rDcJBdo/s1600/Water-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kakDUBpK5OM/TaMZsu5Ig0I/AAAAAAAAA5k/ptP8rDcJBdo/s400/Water-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here shows just how how close the water is to our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcRV6DJFVlg/TaMZY-YbphI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pT6VOZM5DNo/s1600/Water-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PcRV6DJFVlg/TaMZY-YbphI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/pT6VOZM5DNo/s400/Water-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how far it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSa20Kk40pI/TaMZb3fXcyI/AAAAAAAAA5U/n65fe2DXiTw/s1600/Water-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSa20Kk40pI/TaMZb3fXcyI/AAAAAAAAA5U/n65fe2DXiTw/s400/Water-5.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/-mHVjqa_FV_Y/TaMZWPkYGAI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qugTauFU924/s1600/Water-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mHVjqa_FV_Y/TaMZWPkYGAI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qugTauFU924/s400/Water-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we woke up this morning we found that the pool forming on one side of our driveway had now started running over the driveway&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/-m0nT5X7qhg4/TaMZnD9vJbI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4S9c5YCZQYA/s1600/Water-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0nT5X7qhg4/TaMZnD9vJbI/AAAAAAAAA5g/4S9c5YCZQYA/s400/Water-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd1HRwNEvxA/TaMZfRefgmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZfsfPAFnYTQ/s1600/Water-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd1HRwNEvxA/TaMZfRefgmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZfsfPAFnYTQ/s400/Water-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The water is flowing away but just not quickly enough and there are places that have yet to melt that are blocking the water from flowing properly.&amp;nbsp; I hope that the next couple sunny day are enough to thaw the culvert and get the water running through and that the water starts flowing away a little faster.&amp;nbsp; I also hope that the sun doesn't just melt more snow off the surrounding hills to add to our lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spring to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-6136654407724519586?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6136654407724519586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6136654407724519586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/04/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water Everywhere'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p35y0JbTJZ0/TaMZwVW1VvI/AAAAAAAAA5o/qGZVh_0vvJo/s72-c/Water-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3395081406828301769</id><published>2011-03-22T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:32:58.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>First Days of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just last week we were out on the deck enjoying the sunshine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lNQXugCuB5g/TYiZz6XFskI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yb7d9m0uqgI/s1600/Spring+Snow-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lNQXugCuB5g/TYiZz6XFskI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yb7d9m0uqgI/s400/Spring+Snow-2.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;blowing bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qVaQtALEI4U/TYiZveUX41I/AAAAAAAAA4o/c4zZ2ZdWZ8I/s1600/Spring+Snow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-qVaQtALEI4U/TYiZveUX41I/AAAAAAAAA4o/c4zZ2ZdWZ8I/s400/Spring+Snow-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stepping in the remaining puddles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GaAsXhAQYC4/TYiZ4ey4_8I/AAAAAAAAA44/DvEy7OhbghA/s1600/Spring+Snow-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GaAsXhAQYC4/TYiZ4ey4_8I/AAAAAAAAA44/DvEy7OhbghA/s400/Spring+Snow-3.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and making footprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ME-waoX7wk4/TYiZ8I3wOOI/AAAAAAAAA48/OB493FtICQ4/s1600/Spring+Snow-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ME-waoX7wk4/TYiZ8I3wOOI/AAAAAAAAA48/OB493FtICQ4/s400/Spring+Snow-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even line dried my first couple loads of laundry for the season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looked like spring was here in Alberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the first day of spring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-93DEC6d0fBY/TYiZxIDb_8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/ga07gS0l57A/s1600/Spring+Snow-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-93DEC6d0fBY/TYiZxIDb_8I/AAAAAAAAA4s/ga07gS0l57A/s400/Spring+Snow-1-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 SNOW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kl8K6gcx2sc/TYiZ1fBLKcI/AAAAAAAAA40/kxnrrTWWJOc/s1600/Spring+Snow-2-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Kl8K6gcx2sc/TYiZ1fBLKcI/AAAAAAAAA40/kxnrrTWWJOc/s400/Spring+Snow-2-2.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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm hoping for more days like this one in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uRIgI4YKPlk/TYiZ-j1PLMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/O-iPIGwtvW4/s1600/Spring+Snow-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uRIgI4YKPlk/TYiZ-j1PLMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/O-iPIGwtvW4/s400/Spring+Snow-5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Spring to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-3395081406828301769?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3395081406828301769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3395081406828301769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-days-of-spring.html' title='First Days of Spring'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-lNQXugCuB5g/TYiZz6XFskI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yb7d9m0uqgI/s72-c/Spring+Snow-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4001109166868992605</id><published>2011-03-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:53:14.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick Cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Milk Bone Cake</title><content type='html'>We got together this last weekend to celebrate a few family birthdays at my parents house.&amp;nbsp; My brother Jesse, sister Courtney (and my parents dog Téa).&amp;nbsp; The joke in the family is that since Téa's birthday is on the same day as Courtney's we celebrate them together with equal importance.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure after four years the joke is getting a but old for Courtney, but the rest of us find it quite funny.&amp;nbsp; When I told Curt that we would be making the cake for Jesse, Courtney and Téa he knew just the cake he wanted to make... a dog bone.&amp;nbsp; I gave him my "really Curt" look but I could see by his face that he was doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GvrqYv5BwOQ/TXY-beis5BI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uadGtKMNcYs/s1600/Milkbone+Cake-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GvrqYv5BwOQ/TXY-beis5BI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uadGtKMNcYs/s400/Milkbone+Cake-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after supper I made up my favorite chocolate cake recipe and a quick crumb coat of icing then I left the rest to Curt.&amp;nbsp; This was Curt's second&amp;nbsp; cake working with marshmallow fondant and although he fought with it a bit it worked out quite well.&amp;nbsp; The writing says "Happy Birthday Tina, Love the Family" and at the bottom in tiny, tiny writing says "and Jesse &amp;amp; Courtney."&amp;nbsp; I couldn't let the extra cake that we cut way to make the bone shape go to waste so I tried my hand at making cake balls (cake &amp;amp; icing mixed together, rolled into balls and then dipped in chocolate).&amp;nbsp; It was a bit of a late night, but we had alot of fun together making this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cake was a hit and OMG the cake balls were delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5AVk-mFij8I/TXY-ffROtFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/dp664Z9RGAY/s1600/Milkbone+Cake-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5AVk-mFij8I/TXY-ffROtFI/AAAAAAAAA4g/dp664Z9RGAY/s400/Milkbone+Cake-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;Happy Birthday Jesse, Courtney (&amp;amp; Téa)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4001109166868992605?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4001109166868992605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4001109166868992605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/03/milk-bone-cake.html' title='Milk Bone Cake'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GvrqYv5BwOQ/TXY-beis5BI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uadGtKMNcYs/s72-c/Milkbone+Cake-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7149694416850757112</id><published>2011-03-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:34:28.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Keep Your Guacamole Green</title><content type='html'>Do you ever make guacamole only to have it turn brown in the fridge?&amp;nbsp; I have the solution for you.&amp;nbsp; Put the avocado pit in with your guacamole and it will keep its fresh green colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my most recent batch of guacamole after two days in the fridge, amay-za-za-zing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lZq5KzUmVo8/TXEkA_Erg2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ox2KVjXpkR0/s1600/Avocado-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lZq5KzUmVo8/TXEkA_Erg2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ox2KVjXpkR0/s320/Avocado-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it works the same for just plain old avocado too, just leave the pit with the unused avocado and it won't turn all brown and disgusting looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember where I heard this tip, so I can't thank anyone. If I heard it from you feel free to take credit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7149694416850757112?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7149694416850757112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7149694416850757112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/03/keep-your-guacamole-green.html' title='Keep Your Guacamole Green'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lZq5KzUmVo8/TXEkA_Erg2I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Ox2KVjXpkR0/s72-c/Avocado-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-202553924225195843</id><published>2011-03-01T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:51:56.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Inside Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday Luca was bugging me to play something on her tray.  I tried ignoring her requests but she persisted, so I suggested a few clean, easy options.&amp;nbsp; She said "No Mom, something messy"  because everyone knows that's what you use your trays for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZNhAx1rlRdw/TW0EGoa2jfI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DWUdhsnsY1k/s1600/Inside+Snow-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZNhAx1rlRdw/TW0EGoa2jfI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DWUdhsnsY1k/s400/Inside+Snow-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I finally gave in and grabbed them each a bowl of fresh snow off the deck.  Both girls were excitedly at the table before I could close the door, placing requests for the additional tools they would need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7AMD5LkJg7w/TW0D39L21_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/BYHz9_43hfI/s1600/Inside+Snow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7AMD5LkJg7w/TW0D39L21_I/AAAAAAAAA4I/BYHz9_43hfI/s400/Inside+Snow-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who knew snow would be so exciting, I figured they would be tired of it by this point of the winter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m0JcOjxB5ds/TW0EBt63n0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XlvU0ag9IvI/s1600/Inside+Snow-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-m0JcOjxB5ds/TW0EBt63n0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/XlvU0ag9IvI/s400/Inside+Snow-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The girls played for over an hour with the snow and when Waverly woke up they needed to let her try too.  The fun was put to a stop when Waverly finally dumped the tray of melting snow all over the floor.  Oh well, easy clean up.&amp;nbsp; The girls couldn't wait to tell Dad at supper&amp;nbsp; time about the crazy thing they did today, bringing snow inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-202553924225195843?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/202553924225195843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/202553924225195843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/03/inside-snow.html' title='Inside Snow'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZNhAx1rlRdw/TW0EGoa2jfI/AAAAAAAAA4U/DWUdhsnsY1k/s72-c/Inside+Snow-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7180427348954568384</id><published>2011-02-25T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:19:16.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten Crazy</title><content type='html'>Kindergarten, agh!  A few years ago I remember listening to ladies discuss what kindergarten they would send there children to and thinking they were making a big deal about nothing and now here I am, making a big deal about kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie, my oldest is set to attend kindergarten next September.  The school I was going to send her to was never really my issue.  The local Catholic school was our choice.  Small school - good, small class sizes - yep, faith based - sounds alright, many of her friends would be going there - cool, Curtis went there growing up.  Easy, done.  I was just getting used to the idea of Nollie going away to school three days a week next year, talking myself through it, mulling it around in my head all the time.  Then they threw me a curve ball.  St. Anthony's School in Drayton Valley would be going to a 5 full day a week kindergarten schedule next year.  What!!!!!!! I was NOT OK with that.  Five full days, getting up and onto the bus at 7:30am and not getting home until 4:30pm every week day.  Spending more time with a teacher and some peers than her own family?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy but I actually like being around my kids.  I enjoy cuddling with them, reading to them, listening to their crazy stories, watching them draw, colour and craft, baking with them, showing them how to find out about things that they are interested in from the library or on the internet, listening to them play (or fight) in the background, I even enjoy grocery shopping with them (for the most part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the information/registration night at the school.  I felt like I was being given a sales pitch "Teachers love the 5 day a week program....The Alberta government would like all schools to have a mandatory 5 day a week Kindergarten program....faith is very important here...this will put your child ahead...this will make for an easier transition to grade one...we do lots of learning ... but its fun...."  I don't really like sales pitches, they turn me off, it makes me wonder why they have to sell it to me in the first place?  After the presentation my friend asked if it made me feel better, all I could say was "NO".  It made me feel even worse.  All they told me is that they are going to do all the same things I already do at my house but they will do it and not me.  Reading, writing, crafts, playing, letters, numbers, patterns.... yep that's our day every day.  Growing plants, taking care of pets, even worm composting, yep, yep, yep.  Was the fact that they will be baking with my kid supposed to make me feel better?  She's baking at school and in return doesn't have time for baking at home?  And after lunch they will have quiet time and centers?? Why not end at lunch and they can have quiet time and centers (aka playing with their toys) at home.  I'm not buying it.  And don't try to tell win me over by saying that many weeks are not a full five days because there are holidays, pd days etc, it doesn't change a thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know kindergarten is not mandatory and I could just keep her home next year but she would hold it against me forever.  For nearly a year now she has been talking about turning 5, because then she can go to school.  It's not hard to see where she gets the magical idea about school, every adult that we come across asks if she's going to school, are you excited to go to school, school will be so fun, you'll learn to read, school, school, school. I'm guilty of it too, what do I ask a child between the ages of say 3 and 18?  Do you go to school yet, what grade are you in, how is school, do you like school, what do you do a school,... really?  is that all there is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seem to think that I'm just sad that she is growing up and leaving me, "I cried too sending my child off..." "...its normal, you'll get over it."  Its more than just being sad to see her go though.  Sending her to kindergarten is like subscribing to a system that I just don't agree with.  I'm not a fan of sitting in a classroom for 12 years being taught what someone, somewhere decided will be the curriculum. I don't agree with testing and report cards, making some children feel dumb and like they are unable to learn and making others that learn how to take test well think they are smart.  I don't agree with learning for the sake of the grade, I don't think children need to be taught.  My biggest worry is probably that the education system will stifle or even destroy the creativity, curiosity and the drive to learn that I see in my kids.  How many 12 year olds still love to learn, and enjoy school?  Sure kindergarten is fun, of course it is, but what happens in a couple years when they have to just sit at a desk and listen, write out their times tables, learn about this now, oh stop the bell rang, now learn about that, no you can't go pee, its not bathroom time, I'm sorry you're hungry we can't eat now.  I know we all did and and we survived but it doesn't mean it is the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not really my style to just do something because it is what everybody does and its what we have been doing for the last 100 years.  Someone is going to have to give me a better reason.  I feel like I've read too much and learned too much to just send my kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when one of the teachers asked me last night how I felt about the 5 day a week program and all I could say was "not good" there is just a sample of what I meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7180427348954568384?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7180427348954568384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7180427348954568384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/kindergarden-crazy.html' title='Kindergarten Crazy'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1850568100278473521</id><published>2011-02-14T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:46:08.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 20's Hello 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is my 30th Birthday, Happy Birthday to Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decade in review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 20:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't remember, kidding... partly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P-A-R-T-Y &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was Renting my first apartment in Downtown Edmonton with my lovely friend Vanessa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 21:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More University, more party, more living downtown with V&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed my BSc in Biology, Specializing in Genetics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retired for a summer (I mean there was only so much time you could spend looking for a job right) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took an international trip visiting England, Holland, Belgium and France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got myself a job&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved with Vanessa &amp;amp; Jess to a 3 bedroom apartment with a washer &amp;amp; dryer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my first car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 22:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued living with V &amp;amp; Jess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked as Plant Manager at a pharmaceutical manufacturing facility&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got engaged to my lovely man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued working in various positions at the same pharmaceutical company &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lived a bit with Murray &amp;amp; Jess &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought our first house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Renovated the basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had various friends &amp;amp; family live with us &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Built our first garage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got Married to my lovely husband&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my Brother &amp;amp; Sister live with us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished renovating the basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worked as Office Manager &amp;amp; Quality Assurance Manager at a Pharmaceutical company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got pregnant &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved away to Provost buying our first acreage&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No longer working &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had massages every month &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sewed a lot of diapers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got two dogs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my first beautiful baby girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play groups&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started to blog &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet &amp;amp; peaceful year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obsessed over Nollie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became an Auntie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought the truck &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved back to DV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had my second beautiful baby girl &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started building our own house &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The year of the house build, that's all we did, really that is it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became a minivan mama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved into our new house just before Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 28&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued working on the house as we live there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started some landscaping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Built a shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had our third beautiful baby girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age 29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Momed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started cross country skiing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gardened my brains out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Volunteered on the Swim Club Executive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, a snippet of my last decade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on 30, I'm excited to see what you've got for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1850568100278473521?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1850568100278473521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1850568100278473521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/goodbye-20s-hello-30.html' title='Goodbye 20&apos;s Hello 30'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-625307359939966463</id><published>2011-02-13T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T07:00:11.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Stay Out of the Stores</title><content type='html'>We went so the city shopping for skis earlier this week.&amp;nbsp; We had a purpose for going into the store but once we were there I felt the pull towards the clearance section, I would just take a peak on the way by.&amp;nbsp; Soon I was sizing up clothes as if I NEEDED to buy some shirts that had been marked down to $50 or maybe a new jacket marked down to some price that is way out of my price range.&amp;nbsp; I didn't need any new clothes and before I walked into the store I wouldn't even say I wanted any new clothes.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it was the excitement of shopping with no kids or simply that it was a SALE but I was ready to B-U-Y.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I came to my senses before I got anything to the till.&amp;nbsp; I took it as a reminder that the best way NOT to spend any money is to just STAY OUT of the stores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-625307359939966463?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/625307359939966463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/625307359939966463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/stay-out-of-stores.html' title='Stay Out of the Stores'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8378211484285376777</id><published>2011-02-12T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:00:06.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>MY Dark Chocolate Stash</title><content type='html'>It started with Curt dipping into my secret (or I guess not so secret) chocolate stash and eating MY dark chocolate and then complaining about how disgusting dark chocolate was... as he ate it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agh, quit wasting my good chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Now he has decided that he really likes my chocolate and he is going into my cupboard every day. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beat it Curt, really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Since I see him take a piece I think that I need to as well, partly because it puts the idea in my head but it also becomes like a race, I'm afraid he will eat it all and there will be none left for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to buy only one bar a month and savor it one tiny piece at a time.&amp;nbsp; Now there is no way that one bar will last the whole month.&amp;nbsp; Its a good thing I have a bit of a stash from when they were on sale.&amp;nbsp; I think I may have to find a new hiding spot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch out Curt, I'm cutting you off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you were wondering its the Lindt Excellence Dark Chocolate Bars, Intense Orange usually but we recently tried Intense Blackcurrant and that was delightful as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8378211484285376777?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8378211484285376777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8378211484285376777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dark-chocolate-stash.html' title='MY Dark Chocolate Stash'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4810863630416673856</id><published>2011-02-11T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:00:01.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCXu8VpPNC8/TVRgIBBnKWI/AAAAAAAAA34/-V-yyo3xwSI/s1600/Valentines+Art-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCXu8VpPNC8/TVRgIBBnKWI/AAAAAAAAA34/-V-yyo3xwSI/s400/Valentines+Art-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I was busy making my &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-coffee.html"&gt;Coffee Art&lt;/a&gt;, the girls were making some collages of their own.&amp;nbsp; I gave them each one of the small canvases from&amp;nbsp; Dollerama some glue and a bunch of pink and red items from the craft cabinet.&amp;nbsp; Paint, glitter glue, beads, feathers, pom poms, jewels, buttons, glitter etc.&amp;nbsp; We killed some serious time at the table creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dm8IpDxLgEs/TVRfc6HA6KI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mGYfMPWPMF4/s1600/Valentines+Art-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dm8IpDxLgEs/TVRfc6HA6KI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mGYfMPWPMF4/s320/Valentines+Art-2.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpBVM-yC2E/TVRfl2x1WXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4rZL0Rd3VUs/s1600/Valentines+Art-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FQpBVM-yC2E/TVRfl2x1WXI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4rZL0Rd3VUs/s320/Valentines+Art-3.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/-1Q-HUuNFF9g/TVRgnkBSj1I/AAAAAAAAA38/mVDpLqhfuiY/s1600/Valentines+Art-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Q-HUuNFF9g/TVRgnkBSj1I/AAAAAAAAA38/mVDpLqhfuiY/s320/Valentines+Art-1.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung them on the wall as soon as the mass amounts of glue dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnWUWHv3zck/TVRf0YtaOrI/AAAAAAAAA30/bww-zWXQYTk/s1600/Valentines+Art-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnWUWHv3zck/TVRf0YtaOrI/AAAAAAAAA30/bww-zWXQYTk/s400/Valentines+Art-4.jpg" width="400" /&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/31275920-4810863630416673856?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4810863630416673856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4810863630416673856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-art.html' title='Valentines Day Art'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCXu8VpPNC8/TVRgIBBnKWI/AAAAAAAAA34/-V-yyo3xwSI/s72-c/Valentines+Art-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2983064096619567159</id><published>2011-02-10T07:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:24:35.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>I Heart Coffee</title><content type='html'>I think my new wall hanging is just the best because: a. I made it and b. I really do love coffee.&amp;nbsp; I've been dreaming about this project since I bought a batch of crappy coffee beans from the bulk bin about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; Its no surprise that I can't throw anything out so the beans went to the craft closet until I could come up with a use for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OU2mszkNn8/TVP47ZzYpII/AAAAAAAAA3k/7K92khh5OGA/s1600/Coffee+Heart-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OU2mszkNn8/TVP47ZzYpII/AAAAAAAAA3k/7K92khh5OGA/s400/Coffee+Heart-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used one of the small canvases from Dollerama, the ones that come in a 3 pack.&amp;nbsp; A little paint, a little glitter, some hot glued beans and voila, you have a piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that I got to enjoy the beautiful aroma of coffee while I did this craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll have to make a few more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tipjunkie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tipjunkie.com/images/TipMeTuesdayButton1.png" alt="handmade projects" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.skiptomylou.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/button2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2983064096619567159?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2983064096619567159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2983064096619567159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-heart-coffee.html' title='I Heart Coffee'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1OU2mszkNn8/TVP47ZzYpII/AAAAAAAAA3k/7K92khh5OGA/s72-c/Coffee+Heart-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1463035200156870355</id><published>2011-02-06T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T07:39:43.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Spaghetti Nose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a good laugh the other day when Waverly got a piece of spaghetti stuck on her nose during supper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/_79DazHImzPA/TU6yGkqkAHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/dmtCURSXla0/s1600/Waverly-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TU6yGkqkAHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/dmtCURSXla0/s400/Waverly-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It stayed there for quite a long time before it fell off.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TU6yDc3s_pI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/qsm79rC-oSM/s1600/Waverly-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TU6yDc3s_pI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/qsm79rC-oSM/s400/Waverly-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know she enjoyed the attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1463035200156870355?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1463035200156870355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1463035200156870355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/02/spaghetti-nose.html' title='Spaghetti Nose'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TU6yGkqkAHI/AAAAAAAAA3c/dmtCURSXla0/s72-c/Waverly-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2333253849383195656</id><published>2011-01-21T15:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T22:33:23.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo of the Week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Photo of the Week - Owl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TToIHUbHoII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zrR3YMbMwHY/s1600/Owl-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TToIHUbHoII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zrR3YMbMwHY/s400/Owl-5.jpg" width="300" /&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/31275920-2333253849383195656?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2333253849383195656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2333253849383195656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-of-week-owl.html' title='Photo of the Week - Owl'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TToIHUbHoII/AAAAAAAAA3Q/zrR3YMbMwHY/s72-c/Owl-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-953019884683440</id><published>2011-01-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:29:59.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rocks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HgIxMK5I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Qv_a2IpQkLg/s1600/Rocks-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HgIxMK5I/AAAAAAAAA3A/Qv_a2IpQkLg/s400/Rocks-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just before Christmas Curtis got bought a rock tumbler.&amp;nbsp; He was very excited by it, talking about how he has always wanted one and his Grandma used to have one.&amp;nbsp; I was not quite so excited but I know that when Curtis gets his mind on something it is going to happen, no matter what.&amp;nbsp; Each week as he checked out his rocks before starting the next phase he would get so excited at the idea of what each rock would look like.&amp;nbsp; I have a little less vision and so I was interested in a few but the rest just looked like gravel to me.&amp;nbsp; This weekend when we pulled the finished rocks out, I too became excited.&amp;nbsp; Each rock was so unique and wonderful. They are shiny and smooth, great to just hold in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HZi46CVI/AAAAAAAAA28/Plmku40ZKK0/s1600/Rocks-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HZi46CVI/AAAAAAAAA28/Plmku40ZKK0/s400/Rocks-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We spread all the rock out on a towel and just played with them for a while, looking at each one. &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/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HlaPXhnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/prV0lyGFcls/s1600/Rocks-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HlaPXhnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/prV0lyGFcls/s400/Rocks-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its hard to believe all these great rocks just came from a hand full of gravel outside our back door.&amp;nbsp; Once all the snow disappears I will be on the lookout for interesting rocks to tumble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8Ho-T8zRI/AAAAAAAAA3I/l0nqAkuLysI/s1600/Rocks-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8Ho-T8zRI/AAAAAAAAA3I/l0nqAkuLysI/s400/Rocks-8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Right now the rocks all sit in a vase on our island so we can look at them all the time and its easy to just grab a few and check them out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Inspired by Sharon Nowlan's Pebble Art of Nova Scotia that I saw at the Butterdome Craft Sale and loved, I put together our own rock family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HssUPzmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/t0oY2WbrcRM/s1600/Rocks-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TS8HssUPzmI/AAAAAAAAA3M/t0oY2WbrcRM/s400/Rocks-9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't bring myself to actually use any of the rocks for a permanent rock picture yet but I think I will be making one of these in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-953019884683440?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/953019884683440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/953019884683440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/01/rocks.html' title='Rocks'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1710880294406725460?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1710880294406725460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1710880294406725460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/01/photo-of-week-snow.html' title='Photo of the Week -  Snow'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSsX0OqlfZI/AAAAAAAAA24/-V_ci8ZuuNE/s72-c/Snow-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7811434332860052647</id><published>2011-01-05T06:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:12:56.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>100 Goals for 2011</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://michelletgidosh.typepad.com/me_serendipity/2011/01/last-years-list.html"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; here is my list of 100 thing to do in 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get up at 6:30am when Curt leaves for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back to a weekly cleaning routine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tidy up every night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start trim in the house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish sidewalks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a back patio &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint deck railings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a proper window covering for the patio door &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a bigger and better garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help Curtis organize and set up the shop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up the craft room in the basement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use up half of my fabric stash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sew a piece of clothing for all five of us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a quilt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my cross stitch &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell the box of old items on ebay (or give away at the end of the year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat fruit when I feed it to my girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post on my blog at least once a week &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transition Waverly to the girls room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up an RESP for Waverly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up company RRSP/RESP matching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up automatic payments to savings account and keep the money there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start Nollie in Kindergarden (Yikes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take at least one individual date with each of my girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take one internet free day a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick with meal planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace the Delicio with a non-processed "I'm feeling lazy"&amp;nbsp; meal in the freezer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have at least 4 dates with just Curt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up a will&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order all online Christmas gifts by December 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give something home made with each Christmas gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send out Christmas cards by December 10th&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give family at least one week notice for Birthday parties and events&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set up a system for keeping/getting rid of kids crafts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a 20 books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organize my spare room so it works&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clear my island completely once a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a family photo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take another Calgary trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go camping with my parents at least once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Invite someone to dinner once a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit my Grandparents one a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan backwards from when I have to arrive so I'm not late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send out Birthday cards (and in time for the person to receive them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Floss my teeth every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do a puzzle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ride my bike&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a hike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purge photos on the computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take photos at least once a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continue a thrift store donation bag and keep adding to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a box of toys to donate ready and get it out of the house before the kids find it and unpack it again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Golf more than once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim as a family at least twice a month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take more photographs of extended family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a sisters date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the craft sale with my Mom again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use my facial gift certificate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use my embroidery machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a piece of jewelery for myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell something on etsy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back to drinking water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go outside every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more indoor plants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up the junk area just beyond the back yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit at the table for breakfast and lunch with my girls (even if I've already eaten)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something fun for my 30th Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get rid of 100 things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept that my jobs as mother/homemaker never end, they just repeat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take time to just sit and think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Declutter my feed reader, probably a few times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover new music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knit something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a big BBQ this summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the sunset on our front porch with Curt...several times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read with my kids every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuddle more on the couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy things with less packaging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make/get reusable produce bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Display some kids artwork in frames&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive to the beach for the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go bouldering at Vertically Inclined again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play more board games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sushi in DV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sew some doll clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a few Sunday Family Skis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make french bread&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant more perennials&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant an apple tree or two&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save for something big and then buy it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go for a massage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stage a fun photo shoot with props&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do one thing before the girls get up each morning to make my day easier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy a couple morning coffee's on the deck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plant a tipi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Review this list at least once a month &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7811434332860052647?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7811434332860052647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7811434332860052647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/01/100-goals-for-2011.html' title='100 Goals for 2011'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3879147166938537117</id><published>2011-01-04T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:26:52.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>This is the Way We Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas season this year!&amp;nbsp; Visiting, eating,  playing, eating.&amp;nbsp; Curtis was on-call this Christmas which worked out ok.&amp;nbsp; He didn't get called out on Christmas day or Boxing day but  he said he couldn't quite relax, it was always in the back of his mind  that he could get a call.&amp;nbsp; He had two ridiculously crazy days after  Christmas because the oil patch (in Alberta atleast) never stops.&amp;nbsp;  Following that he got 5 days off in a row, yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  first day of Christmas was on December 22nd at the Buchan's.&amp;nbsp; There are  12 of us now 7 adults and 5 kids.&amp;nbsp; The kids were amped and ready to play  (as they should be).&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed supper, wine, and presents.&amp;nbsp; Before  supper we all open Christmas crackers and then we wear our paper crowns,  show off our cheesy gift and tell our jokes, its becoming a fun  tradition and is something I've never done before. Marilyn cooked the  whole spread for dinner and it was delicious and oh so Christmasy.&amp;nbsp;  After supper was presents, mostly about the kids, the adults draw names  so everyone gets one gift. It was all wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;awe (as="" (in="" 12="" 22nd="" 5="" 7="" a="" about="" adults="" after="" alberta="" all="" always="" amped="" and="" are="" at="" atleast)="" back="" be).&amp;nbsp;="" because="" becoming="" before.="" before="" boxing="" buchan="" but="" call.&amp;nbsp;="" called="" cheesy="" christmas="" christmasy.&amp;nbsp;="" cooked="" could="" couldn="" crackers="" crazy="" crowns,="" curtis="" day="" days="" december="" delicious="" didn="" dinner="" done="" draw="" eating,="" eating.&amp;nbsp;="" enjoyed="" everyone="" first="" following="" for="" fun="" get="" gets="" gift.="" gift="" got="" had="" he="" his="" i="" in="" is="" it="" its="" jokes,="" kids,="" kids.&amp;nbsp;="" kids="" marilyn="" mind="" mostly="" names="" never="" next="" now="" of="" off="" oh="" oil="" on-call="" on="" one="" open="" or="" our="" out="" paper="" patch="" play="" playing,="" presents,="" presents.&amp;nbsp;="" quite="" ready="" relax,="" ridiculously="" row,="" s.&amp;nbsp;="" said="" season="" should="" show="" so="" something="" spread="" stops.&amp;nbsp;="" supper,="" supper="" t="" tell="" that="" the="" then="" there="" they="" this="" to="" tradition="" two="" us="" ve="" visiting,="" was="" we="" wear="" well.&amp;nbsp;="" were="" which="" whole="" wine,="" wonderful.="" wonderful="" worked="" yay!&amp;nbsp;="" year!&amp;nbsp;=""&gt;The next day was &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/12/waverly-is-one.html"&gt;Wavy's 1st Birthday&lt;/a&gt; and we had the crew (Grandmas, Grandpas, aunts, uncles and cousins) over for a Birthday supper and cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/awe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNP465EsbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/eKaa4T_gVvo/s1600/Christmas-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNP465EsbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/eKaa4T_gVvo/s400/Christmas-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas Eve was at Grandma and Grandpa Martins.&amp;nbsp; Courtney organized it letting every one know what to bring.&amp;nbsp; It worked well but there was still so much food, I guess that's just Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The kids now go up to the loft and play for the most part.&amp;nbsp; We ate, we drank, and of course the kids needed to go for a quick walk out to see the chickens and check for eggs.&amp;nbsp; Grandma had been busy and knit each of the little girls a Santa doll.&amp;nbsp; Curt didn't make it there since he was busy with work but we met him at home after supper and the girls got to open a present before bed.&amp;nbsp; I had got them each a new pair of jammies and much to my surprise Curt got me a new pair too.&amp;nbsp; We all got in our pjs left a note for Santa and read a couple Christmas stories before going to bed.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQG_iWIhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Cy8gN-WX1QM/s1600/Christmas-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQG_iWIhI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Cy8gN-WX1QM/s400/Christmas-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christmas morning Luca came to our room at 5:30am and figured it was time to get up.&amp;nbsp; She didn't remember that it was Christmas, just thought it was morning time and this is unusual, she usually sleeps in until 7:30 or 8:00.&amp;nbsp; She came to lay in our bed and would not go back to sleep, just kept chatting and so Wavy got woken up too.&amp;nbsp; Finally at 7:00 we went to get Nollie up and start the show.&amp;nbsp; They ran out and found their Lego table first.&amp;nbsp; We all sat down and played Lego for quite a while before I decided to make some Coffee and then mentioned the stockings.&amp;nbsp; Nollie finding an orange and a chocolate in her stocking said that Santa must know the rules that we have to have a fruit before a treat and so she ate her orange first and then her chocolate.&amp;nbsp; Luca I'm sure went right for the chocolate.&amp;nbsp; We then opened our wrapped presents to each other and played.&amp;nbsp; Nollie was so excited to see her hockey helmet that she was shaking, "just what I wanted".&amp;nbsp; The living room when we were done looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQdt2ErhI/AAAAAAAAA20/uwvF06CDBFg/s1600/Christmas-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQdt2ErhI/AAAAAAAAA20/uwvF06CDBFg/s400/Christmas-8.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQMdBdwpI/AAAAAAAAA2w/jum96Qg2R4o/s1600/Christmas-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNQMdBdwpI/AAAAAAAAA2w/jum96Qg2R4o/s400/Christmas-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a bit and got dressed.&amp;nbsp; Since Wavy got woken up too early she cried through most of the present opening and then fell asleep in Curt's arms as we sat around.&amp;nbsp; He was so happy holding her and didn't want to wake her up to go.&amp;nbsp; We then went to my Mom and Dad's for breakfast and opened presents there.&amp;nbsp; We were able to spent the whole rest of the day there it was great.&amp;nbsp; We ate, we drank, we visited and even got a board game in, yay!&amp;nbsp; Jesse didn't make it out this year but he called to wish a Merry Christmas and I also got to talk to Grandma and Papa Hutch which was nice.&amp;nbsp; They had Mom and Dad eyeing up each of us to see who was keeping secrets and had everyone running to look for "The Apron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day was at Grandma and Grandpa Graves.&amp;nbsp; Grandma puts on a mean feast and we all sit down in the basement at one big long table and eat together.&amp;nbsp; You could hear and see the 4 little kids giggling and playing at their table before we sent them off to play. We ate, we visited, we ate and then we snuck out just before the girls broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple days Curt had to work and the girls and I just hung out around the house cleaning up a little but mostly just hanging out and playing.&amp;nbsp; On the 29th we were planning on going for a cross country ski as a family but since the weather got cold we headed in to the city.&amp;nbsp; We went to Costco for a meat run and then took the girls to Toys-r-us and let them each spend their $20 from Grandma and Grandpa Graves.&amp;nbsp; We set up the rules for ourselves before we went: we would let them buy whatever they wanted, we would not try to influence their decision and we would not top up their money.&amp;nbsp; We had fun and in the end Luca chose a stuffy (just what she said she was going to get) and Nollie chose a new Barbie.&amp;nbsp; On the way home we went to the Tri-leasure Center for a family swim.&amp;nbsp; My swimsuit got forgotten in the craziness of getting out of the house that morning so I got a new (expensive) swimsuit so that I could come too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 30th was another take it easy day.&amp;nbsp; I took the girls into town for eye appointments and then we just hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve we headed out to our friends cabin for a sleepover.&amp;nbsp; We exchanged home made gifts, the kids played and played, the men put on a fire works show on the lake, we had a dance party followed by an early countdown for the kids complete with sparkling juice and a cheers.&amp;nbsp; Magically 5 kids went right to sleep all in the same room. The adults then got to stay up and play games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we finished the holidays off with a sledding and skating party at our house.&amp;nbsp; We had the family over and enjoyed the beautiful weather outside complete with a campfire, hot dogs and hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun and we couldn't believe the kids lasted outside for three hours.&amp;nbsp; The best part, I got to sled and sled and sled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is, our holidays in a nutshell.&amp;nbsp; I'm not quite ready to take down the Christmas decorations yet, I think I'll leave them up for another week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-3879147166938537117?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3879147166938537117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3879147166938537117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-way-we-christmas.html' title='This is the Way We Christmas'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TSNP465EsbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/eKaa4T_gVvo/s72-c/Christmas-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7631254328972045517</id><published>2010-12-25T01:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:53:24.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTZrghCyUI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gOCs6CzI4Qw/s1600/2010+family+christmas+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTZrghCyUI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gOCs6CzI4Qw/s400/2010+family+christmas+photo.jpg" width="400" /&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/31275920-7631254328972045517?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7631254328972045517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7631254328972045517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTZrghCyUI/AAAAAAAAA2M/gOCs6CzI4Qw/s72-c/2010+family+christmas+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3599262980247585221</id><published>2010-12-24T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:31:00.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Waverly is One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday Waverly enjoyed her first Birthday surrounded by her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSZ2uDtFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/JEfx7Qggvdk/s1600/Wave%2BBday-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSZ2uDtFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/JEfx7Qggvdk/s400/Wave%2BBday-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She grabbed her cake and got right to business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSaS5aIII/AAAAAAAAA10/y7HDAFbAsUA/s1600/Wave%2BBday-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSaS5aIII/AAAAAAAAA10/y7HDAFbAsUA/s400/Wave%2BBday-5.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/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSakxoYcI/AAAAAAAAA18/2kD1E_8rw8E/s1600/Wave%2BBday-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She let her sisters and her cousin help her open and enjoy her presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSbACNJvI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zNKSbCjKyHA/s1600/Wave%2BBday-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSbACNJvI/AAAAAAAAA2E/zNKSbCjKyHA/s400/Wave%2BBday-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nollie told me Waverly didn't look any bigger, but I think she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSakxoYcI/AAAAAAAAA18/2kD1E_8rw8E/s1600/Wave%2BBday-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSakxoYcI/AAAAAAAAA18/2kD1E_8rw8E/s400/Wave%2BBday-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy First Birthday Waverly Jean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-3599262980247585221?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3599262980247585221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3599262980247585221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/12/waverly-is-one.html' title='Waverly is One'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TRTSZ2uDtFI/AAAAAAAAA1s/JEfx7Qggvdk/s72-c/Wave%2BBday-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8223050779640732363</id><published>2010-12-16T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:21:37.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Cindy Lou Who</title><content type='html'>We watched The Grinch (Jim Carey version) the other day and then thought it would be fun to try doing the girls hair like Cindy Lou Who.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TQofDvMVnMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZsbdgBtuSUQ/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofDvMVnMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZsbdgBtuSUQ/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They got a little silly when I was trying to take pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofIOAWeAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/y7g5-KPGnMo/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofIOAWeAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/y7g5-KPGnMo/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofOq1Yq0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yqcCUNyRw1A/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofOq1Yq0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yqcCUNyRw1A/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-4.jpg" width="300" /&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/_79DazHImzPA/TQofSx7yj3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Knok1zPCpXI/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofSx7yj3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/Knok1zPCpXI/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-5.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/_79DazHImzPA/TQofVWSEGnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zuo0Q9Gwypk/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofVWSEGnI/AAAAAAAAA1g/zuo0Q9Gwypk/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-6.jpg" width="400" /&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Wave was sad she didn't have enough hair to join in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofLnD4y5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/UTllDkSssEo/s1600/Cindy+Lou+Who-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofLnD4y5I/AAAAAAAAA1U/UTllDkSssEo/s400/Cindy+Lou+Who-3.jpg" width="300" /&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/31275920-8223050779640732363?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8223050779640732363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8223050779640732363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/12/cindy-lou-who.html' title='Cindy Lou Who'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQofDvMVnMI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZsbdgBtuSUQ/s72-c/Cindy+Lou+Who-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2509202339008698400</id><published>2010-12-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T09:00:52.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Nollie's Christmas Embroidery</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQZCcbgHxXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nMIndhOmZiQ/s1600/Christmas-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQZCcbgHxXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nMIndhOmZiQ/s400/Christmas-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQY-xloP0wI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Q8_Tz8RWNDM/s1600/Christmas+%25281+of+1%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nollie's first embroidery piece that we have hung on the wall.&amp;nbsp; Its a tree with no leaves.&amp;nbsp; When she was done stitching she needed to staple it to a piece of paper, staple garland around the outside and cut off the excess paper &amp;amp; fabric. It was entirely her creation and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2509202339008698400?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2509202339008698400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2509202339008698400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/12/nollies-christmas-embroidery.html' title='Nollie&apos;s Christmas Embroidery'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TQZCcbgHxXI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nMIndhOmZiQ/s72-c/Christmas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2004696688355990448</id><published>2010-11-05T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T09:08:54.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQVJAGsb7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/a3KxFifruHE/s1600/Halloween-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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;Here are some Halloween photos from this year &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;/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;/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;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQVJAGsb7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/a3KxFifruHE/s400/Halloween-7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All Three Together &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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQU9NIeOOI/AAAAAAAAA04/tsesIPFS-_g/s1600/Halloween-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQU9NIeOOI/AAAAAAAAA04/tsesIPFS-_g/s400/Halloween-5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nollie's Clown Face (painted by Curt) &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/_79DazHImzPA/TNQU19kkozI/AAAAAAAAA0s/jYnq2Q5OqNk/s1600/Halloween-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQU19kkozI/AAAAAAAAA0s/jYnq2Q5OqNk/s400/Halloween-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waverly The Pink Cat &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/_79DazHImzPA/TNQVBsnFCkI/AAAAAAAAA08/LFoewozV4nM/s1600/Halloween-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQVBsnFCkI/AAAAAAAAA08/LFoewozV4nM/s400/Halloween-6.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luca The Monkey &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/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUwTIFbMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WAL89sRqr4Y/s1600/Halloween-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUwTIFbMI/AAAAAAAAA0o/WAL89sRqr4Y/s400/Halloween-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curt as Mike Homes &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/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUsujNuSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/faCo52L1Ja4/s1600/Halloween-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUsujNuSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/faCo52L1Ja4/s400/Halloween-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nollie as a Bird&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was completely thought out and assembled by Nollie the only help we gave was by her instruction.&amp;nbsp; A bag, some feathers and a piece of orange paper.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUoF0_ZtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/S2gU2ZV7sS8/s1600/Halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQUoF0_ZtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/S2gU2ZV7sS8/s400/Halloween.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Waverly the Spider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween at this point for us consists of the girls dressing up and us driving around to all the family members houses in the area (Grandparents, Great Grandparents, Aunts &amp;amp; Uncles).&amp;nbsp; About 10 stops and it takes us three hours. Most of the time is spent buckling and buckling the girls and then we have a quick visit at each place.&amp;nbsp; This year the girls sang "Trick-or-treat, smell my feet..." and got a huge pile of candy... for Mom to eat.&amp;nbsp; It was lots of fun and at the end of the night the girls had smeared face paint, were sticky, wired off candy, and exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The night before Halloween we also dressed up and went over to a friends place, hence the two different costumes on the girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2004696688355990448?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2004696688355990448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2004696688355990448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TNQVJAGsb7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/a3KxFifruHE/s72-c/Halloween-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8412531573462354581</id><published>2010-10-21T16:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:46:21.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 3rd Birthday Luca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luca had a wonderful Birthday yesterday.&amp;nbsp; She was so excited to be THREE!&amp;nbsp; The first thing she asked when she woke up (after "am I three") was "can we eat the cake now" which she continued to ask all day.&amp;nbsp; She sang Happy Birthday to You to herself all day as well.&amp;nbsp; When we had an hour to kill in town and I asked her what she wanted to do she said with out a doubt "go to the pet store" and so we did&amp;nbsp; and the animal she wanted to see most was the big spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7oyrmY1I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Fj8ZQHHvlTo/s1600/Luca+Bday-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7oyrmY1I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Fj8ZQHHvlTo/s400/Luca+Bday-7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the Grandparents, Great Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins over for supper and cake.&amp;nbsp; Luca did a wonderful job of sharing all the birthday duties such as opening her birthday presents and blowing out the candles with her sister and cousins.&amp;nbsp; It was a great day!&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/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7j2qOBUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1hnD6cZdsbU/s1600/Luca+Bday-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7j2qOBUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1hnD6cZdsbU/s400/Luca+Bday-6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca at three years old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite shirt is her soccer shirt (below) that my mom brought back from Italy.&amp;nbsp; She wears that blue jersey every week, sometimes more.&amp;nbsp; If she is not wearing that she is likely wearing a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca has sensitive eyes and I have to be sure to have sunglasses with me at all times.&amp;nbsp; She has even requested sunglasses while sitting inside with the sun shining through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7OIYndxI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jL9-tiZBIIw/s1600/Luca+Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7OIYndxI/AAAAAAAAAzo/jL9-tiZBIIw/s400/Luca+Bday.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luca is a little helper, especially for Nollie, if Nollie is supposed to do something and isn't doing it Luca will come to the rescue and do it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca is also a fighter and her temper tantrums can last especially the "I can do it" kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7Tr7x5sI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9Tlm40T4qV4/s1600/Luca+Bday-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7Tr7x5sI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9Tlm40T4qV4/s400/Luca+Bday-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca loves to play catch and is good at the catch and the throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca is afraid of spiders but I'm impressed with her desire to face her fears by always looking at the big ones in the pet store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7Xv3JCSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/m5ojBI5d41Q/s1600/Luca+Bday-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7Xv3JCSI/AAAAAAAAAzw/m5ojBI5d41Q/s400/Luca+Bday-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luca is the egg cracker in our house.&amp;nbsp; She loves to crack the eggs when we are baking.&amp;nbsp; Although it may look unconventional and she gets messy fingers I actually have to pick less shells out of her eggs than I do my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca's job before we go anywhere is to fill the water bottles, such a big help.&amp;nbsp; I can get alot of running around done while she is standing at the cooler filling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7azE3f4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2auj6aT7YeU/s1600/Luca+Bday-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7azE3f4I/AAAAAAAAAz0/2auj6aT7YeU/s400/Luca+Bday-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca asks for a "May-Sa-Geen" (Magazine) every time we are in the van.&amp;nbsp; I don't correct her 'cause it sounds so cute and I know a day will come when it will just be Magazine and not May-Sa-Geen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca loves her blanky and although she doesn't carry it with her everywhere if she is upset or tired she will request it.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7ePPhKRI/AAAAAAAAAz4/u2wJ7d2BjSc/s1600/Luca+Bday-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7ePPhKRI/AAAAAAAAAz4/u2wJ7d2BjSc/s400/Luca+Bday-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday to my first little red head, Luca!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8412531573462354581?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8412531573462354581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8412531573462354581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-3rd-birthday-luca.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Luca!'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TMC7oyrmY1I/AAAAAAAAA0A/Fj8ZQHHvlTo/s72-c/Luca+Bday-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-9080486764004361535</id><published>2010-10-19T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T07:10:40.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Straight Hair</title><content type='html'>I got my hair cut yesterday and in the process she straightened it.&amp;nbsp; My hair actually felt longer after the haircut. I thought I'd show a photo 'cause you know I won't take the time to straighten it again myself.&amp;nbsp; &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/_79DazHImzPA/TL2XpcBPYeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CCimspBJmLo/s1600/Marci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TL2XpcBPYeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CCimspBJmLo/s400/Marci.jpg" width="300" /&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/31275920-9080486764004361535?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9080486764004361535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9080486764004361535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/10/straight-hair.html' title='Straight Hair'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TL2XpcBPYeI/AAAAAAAAAzg/CCimspBJmLo/s72-c/Marci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3765481678785371445</id><published>2010-10-18T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:51:56.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Styrofoam Balls &amp; Pipecleaners</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The girls found a bag of Styrofoam balls in the craft supplies this weekend.&amp;nbsp; They opened them up and weren't sure what to do  with them.&amp;nbsp; After watching them attempt to cut the balls and seeing there scissors slide off I suggested they use pipe cleaners to stab into the Styrofoam.&amp;nbsp; They were delighted and it kept them busy for probably an hour  making creations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLx7EkE8o3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/ieyPHQX9Yvk/s1600/Styrafoam+&amp;amp;+Pipecleaners-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLx7EkE8o3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/ieyPHQX9Yvk/s400/Styrafoam+&amp;amp;+Pipecleaners-5.jpg" width="300" /&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/_79DazHImzPA/TLx7HJp7IEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/eUV7umU2lrY/s1600/Styrafoam+&amp;amp;+Pipecleaners-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLx7HJp7IEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/eUV7umU2lrY/s400/Styrafoam+&amp;amp;+Pipecleaners-6.jpg" width="300" /&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/31275920-3765481678785371445?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3765481678785371445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3765481678785371445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/10/styrofoam-balls-pipecleaners.html' title='Styrofoam Balls &amp; Pipecleaners'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLx67gEdCfI/AAAAAAAAAzM/3a7C5Sn1Myg/s72-c/Styrafoam+&amp;+Pipecleaners-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5294187605201090369</id><published>2010-10-17T11:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:23:03.036-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Waverly at 10 Months</title><content type='html'>&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuOL3gSgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2OLqtjVmz1M/s1600/Wav10mo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuOL3gSgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2OLqtjVmz1M/s400/Wav10mo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ten Months, that is crazy to think about, so close to a year.&amp;nbsp;  Waverly is generally a happy, content little girl.&amp;nbsp; She sits on the  floor with her basket of toys and plays.&amp;nbsp; She scooches around a bit but  has no interest in crawling or doing any serious movement.&amp;nbsp; I set her on  the floor in the room with us and she plays until she has to pee,  has peed or wants a drink.&amp;nbsp; She has some of her pees and poops on the  potty and is happy when I let her do so.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong I still  have a full diaper pail a few times a week but we catch some.&amp;nbsp; She has  been working on going from 2 teeth to 8 teeth in the last month so she  has requested a little extra attention but still pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuX8aW-8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/o5_B42qCM5U/s1600/Wav10mo-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuX8aW-8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/o5_B42qCM5U/s400/Wav10mo-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  mostly is drinking mama's milk still.&amp;nbsp; She samples some food if she is  awake when we are eating but isn't eating meals yet.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't a fan  of mush so I just didn't worry about it and we went right to food a  little later.&amp;nbsp; She sleeps with Curt &amp;amp; I in her crib that is attached  to our bed.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp; naps twice a day, no set&amp;nbsp;  schedule just generally once in the morning and once in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp;  I can just tell when she is tired.&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/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuTDz_vbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/vaQr7Q4sJeU/s1600/Wav10mo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuTDz_vbI/AAAAAAAAAzA/vaQr7Q4sJeU/s400/Wav10mo-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She loves to blow raspberries and  has for a couple months now.&amp;nbsp; She like s to pucker her lips and make  kiss noises, she does "so big" by putting her arms in the air and claps  her had patty cake.&amp;nbsp; She likes to explore new toys and books and loves  to be with her sisters.&amp;nbsp; She has recently started dancing by bopping up  and down when she hears music playing.&amp;nbsp; She says "dadadada...",  "yayayaya..." and "babababa..."&amp;nbsp; and makes gurglly chubaka noises.&amp;nbsp; She loves  baths and swimming and will just kick the whole time.&amp;nbsp; Really there is  not much she doesn't like.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31275920-5294187605201090369?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5294187605201090369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5294187605201090369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/10/waverly-at-10-months.html' title='Waverly at 10 Months'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TLsuOL3gSgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/2OLqtjVmz1M/s72-c/Wav10mo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-909114884796556558</id><published>2010-09-17T07:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:23:40.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>When You Can't Cut, You Tape</title><content type='html'>Nollie came in the kitchen yesterday to find me cutting fabric on the island. I've been cutting little squares out of my fabric scraps to potentially make a quilt.&amp;nbsp; "Can I cut some fabric for the dress you are going to make me tomorrow"&amp;nbsp; She has been bugging me about making her a dress for quite some time.&amp;nbsp; "Sure" I say handing her my bag of scraps, hoping that this will hold her off from asking me to make her dress right now.&amp;nbsp; She takes it to the table and gets some scissors from the drawer.&amp;nbsp; "I need some cardboard too"&amp;nbsp; She says.&amp;nbsp; I bring her a old flattened cereal box from our craft supplies.&amp;nbsp; She looks at me with a bit of disgust "Not that kind of cardboard, the kind that is the colour of cardboard."&amp;nbsp; So I cut the front panel off the box and hand it to her with the inside up so she can see the "cardboard colour", she seems satisfied.&amp;nbsp; I watch her as she lays a piece of fabric down and puts the cardboard on top like I do with my quilting ruler and tries to cut along the straight edge.&amp;nbsp; My heart nearly melts, she has been watching me enough to know how it works, so cute!&amp;nbsp; I go back to the island and continue my cutting and before long I hear her cry out in frustration "Its not working!&amp;nbsp; The scissors wont' cut the fabric"&amp;nbsp; I knew that was coming, her scissors are not sharp enough to cut fabric.&amp;nbsp; "Can I use your knife?"&amp;nbsp; (my rotary cutter that I am using right now), um no and no, 4 year olds don't need a round blade on a stick, it is too sharp, I'm using it right now and it is MINE!&amp;nbsp; So I say "No Nollie, it's too sharp."&amp;nbsp; "But, my scissors aren't working and I need to cut some fabric for the dress you are going to make me tomorrow."&amp;nbsp; "I'm sorry but, no you can't use my cutter".&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile Luca is running around trying to save the day and get Nollie a knife from the utensil drawer, a butter knife, no not sharp enough, a steak knife.&amp;nbsp; Nollie didn't appreciate her thoughtfulness.&amp;nbsp; She sits for a bit and then says "I need some tape."&amp;nbsp; "Sure" I reply and she goes to get some tape from her craft cupboard.&amp;nbsp; I start firing out suggestions, thinking about how taping fabric may also not work.&amp;nbsp; "You know, you can do something completely different, you can glue some of the fabric scraps onto the cardboard to make a collage."&amp;nbsp; I get the disgusted look again from her "I need tape."&amp;nbsp; Ok, fair enough and I just let her be.&amp;nbsp; I came back later to find this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNptREMs0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/-TAzRCCms-Y/s1600/Nollie+Tape-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNptREMs0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/-TAzRCCms-Y/s400/Nollie+Tape-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNpqoZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9cjTFZ44S74/s1600/Nollie+Tape.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNpqoZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9cjTFZ44S74/s400/Nollie+Tape.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sat down to watch and she asked me to help.&amp;nbsp; She gave me pieces of tape and told me exactly where to put them and when we were finished we had these:&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/_79DazHImzPA/TJNpxmrhTkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qwyCubrSF_o/s1600/Nollie+Tape-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNpxmrhTkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qwyCubrSF_o/s400/Nollie+Tape-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They are pieces for her dress we are going to make tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-909114884796556558?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/909114884796556558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/909114884796556558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-you-cant-sew-you-tape.html' title='When You Can&apos;t Cut, You Tape'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TJNptREMs0I/AAAAAAAAAy0/-TAzRCCms-Y/s72-c/Nollie+Tape-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3607939992919024885</id><published>2010-09-06T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:51:56.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Waverly's Fist Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TIUDJVMDHZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/wAkihfeG2HU/s1600/W-Potty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TIUDJVMDHZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/wAkihfeG2HU/s320/W-Potty.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put Waverly on the potty yesterday and came back to find she had pushed herself backwards into my closet.&amp;nbsp; I guess you can say she's moving around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-3607939992919024885?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3607939992919024885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3607939992919024885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/09/waverlys-fist-movement.html' title='Waverly&apos;s Fist Movement'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TIUDJVMDHZI/AAAAAAAAAyk/wAkihfeG2HU/s72-c/W-Potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1088025897993083532</id><published>2010-09-02T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:51:56.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Lobster and Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Since Curt &amp;amp; I were not together for our for our 6th anniversary this weekend he arranged for the two elder ones (W is still with me) to go to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpas for the night.&amp;nbsp; He took the following day off as his day in lieu of working the weekend and told me the evening and the next day were mine to decide what to do with.&amp;nbsp; Dinner, a movie, shopping in the city the next day, I was to make the plans.&amp;nbsp; I didn't need a shopping trip in the city, nor did I want to spend unnecessary money so I nixed that one.&amp;nbsp; The movies playing in town were all low scorers on &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; (my one and only movie guide) so that was out and a movie in the city would mean a 8 month old tag along which I didn't think would work so well.&amp;nbsp; Dinner out would be nice but I hate going out and spending money and then being disappointed with the meal knowing I could have made something better at home, so that option wasn't really jumping out at me either.&amp;nbsp; What would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision .... dinner at home, made by the two of us together, something different that we hadn't cooked before and for the next day cleaning and organizing around the house, not working on projects but cleaning and organizing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping the girls off and running around town with just one little girl (a treat alone) I got home tidied up the house including cleaning off the island top (something we rarely see cleared). I even went and cut some fresh flowers from my garden to put on display (something I never do). We enjoyed a glass of wine,&amp;nbsp; spanakopita as an appetizer, lobster tails (2 each) for the main and cheesecake for dessert.&amp;nbsp; We followed it all up with a movie and some more wine on our own couch.&amp;nbsp; It was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TH-tr4VxVkI/AAAAAAAAAyc/pqT1L012Hbs/s1600/Lobster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TH-tr4VxVkI/AAAAAAAAAyc/pqT1L012Hbs/s320/Lobster.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we cleaned &amp;amp; organized the girls room, the back entry, the garage and part of the shop before going to pick up the girls. How can it look like they have grown only overnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 years to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1088025897993083532?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1088025897993083532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1088025897993083532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/09/lobster-and-cleaning.html' title='Lobster and Cleaning'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TH-tr4VxVkI/AAAAAAAAAyc/pqT1L012Hbs/s72-c/Lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-9089122688142694652</id><published>2010-07-26T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:20:48.643-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I can't believe summer is nearly half over.&amp;nbsp; I've been a little slow on the camera lately but here are a few photos just in case you forgot what my girls look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KHcKwYdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/HsKGd27H7fk/s1600/July-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KHcKwYdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/HsKGd27H7fk/s400/July-5.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2J9hQfkRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gz3eA3zQT0Q/s1600/July-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2J9hQfkRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/gz3eA3zQT0Q/s400/July-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KDt9OQ7I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/jtFvJpRzWKA/s400/July-4.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KAxrUatI/AAAAAAAAAyM/zhWa9uol1II/s1600/July-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KAxrUatI/AAAAAAAAAyM/zhWa9uol1II/s400/July-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KJXcapSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xZ04TRMoEe8/s1600/July-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KJXcapSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/xZ04TRMoEe8/s400/July-6.jpg" width="300" /&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/31275920-9089122688142694652?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9089122688142694652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9089122688142694652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TE2KHcKwYdI/AAAAAAAAAyU/HsKGd27H7fk/s72-c/July-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7117910175598888897</id><published>2010-06-14T08:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T08:14:04.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Quiet Ride Home</title><content type='html'>I used to enjoy long drives, quiet, relaxing , time by yourself to think.&amp;nbsp;  There were no distractions, no multitasking, just reflecting.&amp;nbsp; Even when I  wasn’t alone, driving with Curt we seemed to have the best conversations.&amp;nbsp; Those  quiet rides have slowly disappear and my drives are now filled with  answering questions, settling disputes, passing out snacks &amp;amp; water, picking  up dropped books, playing eye-spy and other such games, asking someone to stop screaming, listening to a tantrum because a certain two  year old did not get to do up her own buckle, etc.&amp;nbsp; oh yes and driving too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have recently  found the ticket to a quieter ride.&amp;nbsp; It started when I took&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Family-Time-Ziggy-Marley/dp/B001UREJUY?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B001UREJUY" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt; kids&amp;nbsp;CD out  from the library recently and&amp;nbsp;the last track of&amp;nbsp;the disc was a story being  told.&amp;nbsp; The van was silent!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Silent for the whole story!&amp;nbsp; The next time I was a  the library I glanced at the audiobooks and found &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Frog-Toad-CD-Audio-Collection/dp/0060740531?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Frog and  Toad Audio Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0060740531" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;, a classic.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;checked it out of the library and we listened to it on the way home,&amp;nbsp; I was blessed with&amp;nbsp;nearly silence again!&amp;nbsp; It's a miracle!&amp;nbsp; The hunt has now begun for good children's audio books to add to my collection.&amp;nbsp; The great part is that I don't need a new one each time, the kids would actually prefer to listen to the same ones over and over.&amp;nbsp; Less work for me, however listening to the same story every trip may bring on a whole new set of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tracpac.ab.ca/"&gt;TRAC&lt;/a&gt; our regional library system has&amp;nbsp;recently started offering &lt;a href="http://trac.lib.overdrive.com/98697FF3-2B50-44EB-A738-BD7B1D244308/10/516/en/Default.htm"&gt;downloadable  audio books&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that you can put on your Ipod and I am excited to see what they have  to offer and try some out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Have you been to Robert Munsch’s &lt;a href="http://robertmunsch.com/"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;?&amp;nbsp; It has all of his stories being told by the wonderful story teller himself  available to listen online or download for free. While you are there check out  his all about Robert Munsch section, it is an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to hoping that I may enjoy an occasional quiet ride.&amp;nbsp; At least I have  another trick to add to&amp;nbsp;my collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7117910175598888897?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7117910175598888897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7117910175598888897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-ride-home.html' title='A Quiet Ride Home'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1906547994651294168</id><published>2010-06-13T10:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T07:52:22.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I guess it has been a while since I updated my reading list on the left, I had lots to add.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've also spent a lot of time lately perusing all of the Lois Hole gardening books in my collection, wonderful reference books for an Alberta gardener.&amp;nbsp; Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1906547994651294168?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1906547994651294168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1906547994651294168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7062268319151806292</id><published>2010-06-08T07:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:52:59.531-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Quinn's Graduation</title><content type='html'>We had a busy weekend, one of the events we enjoyed was my littlest brother Quinn's High school Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JQr9rDVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NZcEsNFzBac/s1600/Quinn-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JQr9rDVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NZcEsNFzBac/s400/Quinn-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quinn&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/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JX_cgH6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/FglpMuX_m3U/s1600/Quinn-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JX_cgH6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/FglpMuX_m3U/s400/Quinn-2.jpg" width="400" /&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quinn with Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5Jabi_oBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Pt5ScPXlPXw/s1600/Quinn-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5Jabi_oBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Pt5ScPXlPXw/s400/Quinn-3.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He really enjoyed the photo shoots  and put on a nice show for us &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/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JfaFj-RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/zKEScrEVzWQ/s1600/Quinn-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JfaFj-RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/zKEScrEVzWQ/s400/Quinn-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Shelby, Quinn, Court &amp;amp; I (Missing Jesse) &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/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JlWWFZiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/RRO9wHivsig/s1600/Quinn-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JlWWFZiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/RRO9wHivsig/s400/Quinn-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also got to visit with Grandma &amp;amp; Papa Hutch since they were out for the event.&amp;nbsp; Here's a photo of the whole family with Grandma &amp;amp; Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7062268319151806292?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7062268319151806292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7062268319151806292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/06/quinns-graduation.html' title='Quinn&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/TA5JQr9rDVI/AAAAAAAAAxw/NZcEsNFzBac/s72-c/Quinn-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-639957370146627173</id><published>2010-05-14T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:48:50.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig</title><content type='html'>My sister Shelby and her friend Jillian flew back home yesterday after spending the last eight months in Australia.&amp;nbsp; Courtney and I and our four kids drove in to  great them at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pRx4SOQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/DWu1dhi47AA/s1600/shelby-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pRx4SOQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/DWu1dhi47AA/s320/shelby-5.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got to meet Wavy for the first time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1o3RkkmBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/m1eiQXB4bRA/s1600/shelby-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1o3RkkmBI/AAAAAAAAAxc/m1eiQXB4bRA/s320/shelby-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and see how much her other nieces have grown.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pH2znUBI/AAAAAAAAAxk/s0-B_k11cfs/s1600/shelby-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pH2znUBI/AAAAAAAAAxk/s0-B_k11cfs/s320/shelby-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from arriving early and nearly having no one to great them at the gate and then having their bags come on the next flight half an hour later everything went quite smoothly.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pBBPd6eI/AAAAAAAAAxg/fQe2wgLv8-w/s1600/shelby-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pBBPd6eI/AAAAAAAAAxg/fQe2wgLv8-w/s320/shelby-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I expect she will spend the next few days catching up with friends and catching up on sleep.&amp;nbsp; It is great to have her home!&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/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pLyPSjYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eNQ_Ny1osU0/s1600/shelby-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pLyPSjYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eNQ_Ny1osU0/s320/shelby-4.jpg" width="240" /&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/31275920-639957370146627173?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/639957370146627173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/639957370146627173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jig.html' title='Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-1pRx4SOQI/AAAAAAAAAxs/DWu1dhi47AA/s72-c/shelby-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-313468418472954652</id><published>2010-05-06T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T09:40:54.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Waverly at 4 1/2 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some days you are into it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiQOqrPwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dYlO5tvCgso/s1600/Waverly-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiQOqrPwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dYlO5tvCgso/s400/Waverly-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiSx2lMwI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wO11bjdY2lo/s1600/Waverly-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiSx2lMwI/AAAAAAAAAxU/wO11bjdY2lo/s400/Waverly-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...and others you are not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiNHFoL6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Os630RLt4fY/s1600/Waverly-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiNHFoL6I/AAAAAAAAAxM/Os630RLt4fY/s400/Waverly-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/31275920-313468418472954652?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/313468418472954652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/313468418472954652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/05/waverly-at-4-12-months.html' title='Waverly at 4 1/2 Months'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S-LiQOqrPwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/dYlO5tvCgso/s72-c/Waverly-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5951261742052473521</id><published>2010-04-19T08:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T09:02:25.566-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>TV Turnoff Week</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up for those that don't know.&amp;nbsp; It is &lt;b&gt;TV Turnoff Week&lt;/b&gt;, April 19-25, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved into this house we decided against getting satellite TV and where we live no satellite means no TV. &amp;nbsp; I had initially said that it was for a year ,so that we could concentrate on finishing the house but now, nearly two years later,&amp;nbsp; we have no plans of changing.&amp;nbsp; We do still spend some time in front of the screen.&amp;nbsp; The girls watch a DVD most days, Curt &amp;amp; I enjoy watching quite a few movies, Curt likes video games and I'm all about reading the entire internet, so this week is for us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you to partake in this TV Turnoff Week.&amp;nbsp; It is supposed to be a nice weather here so get outside.&amp;nbsp; If you need something to do come on over to my house or meet me at the new library on Wednesday, I think we're going to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for me it is not TV that is my problem but the computer so I'm giving myself 30 min in the morning this week and that is it. &amp;nbsp; I''m turning the computer off now, goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5951261742052473521?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5951261742052473521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5951261742052473521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tv-turnoff-week.html' title='TV Turnoff Week'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3454922243118897644</id><published>2010-04-15T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:55:07.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Daily Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had some visitors in our yard the last couple days.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZNi9dudI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ThK4LvQyGuY/s1600/Dear-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZNi9dudI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ThK4LvQyGuY/s320/Dear-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls have really enjoyed watching the deer out the window.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday afternoon Luca was going outside to look for the "reindeer".&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/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZXXKDrzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/st9h1LpspNk/s1600/Dear-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZXXKDrzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/st9h1LpspNk/s320/Dear-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like to see them too,&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/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZTxe5fTI/AAAAAAAAAxA/glq925p2usc/s1600/Dear-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZTxe5fTI/AAAAAAAAAxA/glq925p2usc/s320/Dear-2.jpg" width="320" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as long as they only eat the grass and stay out of my garden.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZdrbodEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/drTbxZACe4U/s1600/Dear-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZdrbodEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/drTbxZACe4U/s320/Dear-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any ideas on keeping deer away from my garden?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and especially&amp;nbsp; keeping them from eating my saskatoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-3454922243118897644?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3454922243118897644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3454922243118897644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/04/daily-visitors.html' title='Daily Visitors'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S8cZNi9dudI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ThK4LvQyGuY/s72-c/Dear-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1933343429506267327</id><published>2010-04-08T08:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T08:09:09.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Parking in the Garage</title><content type='html'>Finally, the time has come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are parking in the garage!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had hoped to be parking in the garage this winter but Curt has an order to how things get done and since his order insures that projects get finished and since he's the one doing the work, we do it his way.&amp;nbsp; 28 months after starting the house, 19 months after the cement was poured in the garage and the garage door was installed, and 16 months after moving into the house we are finally parking in the garage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73coDV1KNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xdLMh-eglc8/s1600/Swimmers-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73coDV1KNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xdLMh-eglc8/s320/Swimmers-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've spent the last month moving everything out of the garage and into the shop.&amp;nbsp; We then drywalled and painted the garage and installed the garage door opener.&amp;nbsp; I then promptly swept all the nails &amp;amp; screws out of the way and pulled my van in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73eVnguKeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3-oWdObGkkw/s1600/Swimmers-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73eVnguKeI/AAAAAAAAAwk/3-oWdObGkkw/s320/Swimmers-3.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt then built me an awesome landing coming out of the house and into the garage since the garage is a couple steps down from the house.&amp;nbsp; My plan is to have our family only come in and out through this door and for the shoes and boots to stay in the garage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Are you reading this Nollie &amp;amp; Luca, no boots in the house&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp; I would still like guests to use the front door so if you come for a visit don't feel like you have to come around to the back.&amp;nbsp; The stair coming off the landing is at an angle so that if I park too close (like I was in the above photo) we are able get down in front of the van and around on the drivers side.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S73gCoj0TOI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vnVfbTf52Jg/s1600/Swimmers-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73gCoj0TOI/AAAAAAAAAwo/vnVfbTf52Jg/s320/Swimmers-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landing is complete with two benches and built in shoe racks.&amp;nbsp; I also have storage under the landing for out of season shoes &amp;amp;  boots that perfectly fits some of my Rubbermaid bins.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S73gp3OtpMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AQJAsJCZ3DY/s1600/Swimmers-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73gp3OtpMI/AAAAAAAAAw0/AQJAsJCZ3DY/s320/Swimmers-4.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/_79DazHImzPA/S73gvemrg2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/fWJsoR5kADo/s1600/Swimmers-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73gvemrg2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/fWJsoR5kADo/s320/Swimmers-2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt also built me two sets of shelves to store our camping and sports equipment and I'm quickly filling them up.&amp;nbsp; Next will be getting the bins for garbage, recycling, bottle depot &amp;amp; compost set up so that I can reach them all right off the landing.&amp;nbsp; I also want to put some coat hooks on the wall by the landing and hang so sports equipment up on the walls.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, I love it, so exciting to see things getting finished and organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1933343429506267327?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1933343429506267327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1933343429506267327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/04/parking-in-garage.html' title='Parking in the Garage'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S73coDV1KNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xdLMh-eglc8/s72-c/Swimmers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8902230373192410055</id><published>2010-04-06T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:31:04.478-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>THANKFUL</title><content type='html'>Today I am thankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for my &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for an able &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;BODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for 3 wonderful &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;PREGNANCIES&lt;/b&gt; and 3 easy &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;LABOURS&lt;/b&gt; that gave me &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;3 HEALTHY BABIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;THREE KIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to drive me &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to be able to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;STAY HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with my kids every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for my &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;PATIENCE&lt;/b&gt; to help me get through the day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that is home every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;JOB&lt;/b&gt; that keeps my husband every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to live so close to my&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; EXTENDED FAMILIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;HOLIDAYS&lt;/b&gt; that allow us to get together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that mountain of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;CLOTHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that I have to wash. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to have pantries &amp;amp; freezers full of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for our bellies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to be able to &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;AFFORD&lt;/b&gt; more food. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;MOSTLY FINISHED HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to keep us warm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the beautiful &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;VIEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; out our windows. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the annoying &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;CAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that eats the mice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;DOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that barks all night to keep the deer from eating my garden.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;TWO &lt;/b&gt;vehicles to get us where we need to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;GARAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to keep our vehicles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;SHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; full of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;TOOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to build.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;OWN &lt;/b&gt;all the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that clutter our house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the ability &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;TO LEARN&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the opportunity to&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; CREATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;FRIENDS &lt;/b&gt;to visit with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful to be with my girls &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankful for the &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;CHOICES&lt;/b&gt; I made to allow me this life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8902230373192410055?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8902230373192410055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8902230373192410055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/04/thankful.html' title='THANKFUL'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2194612731156714207</id><published>2010-02-24T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:45:53.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Revamp</title><content type='html'>I've been playing around behind the scenes on my blog lately.&amp;nbsp; I thought it could use a fresh new look.&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp; I'm really enjoying learning how to manipulate everything so I would expect more updates in the near future.&amp;nbsp; Keep checking back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2194612731156714207?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/2194612731156714207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=2194612731156714207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2194612731156714207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2194612731156714207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-revamp.html' title='Blog Revamp'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-805881642726159314</id><published>2010-02-19T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:47:40.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Walking Up On Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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After dark we all bundled up in our snow gear and everyone got a flashlight to hold (except Wavy).&amp;nbsp; We trudged around our property through the deep snow and on Simon's trails .&amp;nbsp; Waverly was wrapped tight to me and the older two had a ride in the sled.&amp;nbsp; Nollie later preferred to get out of the sled and make new trails through the deep snow, exploring at her own pace. The girls each got new flashlights last week and they love them.&amp;nbsp; This was a nice chance for them to see how we use them to light the path in front of us while we walk at night. We also got to look at the stars and everyone got some fresh air.&amp;nbsp; I'm glad Curt suggested the flashlight walk, it was such a nice reminder that outside fun doesn't have to end when the sun goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8403336627150079595?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8403336627150079595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8403336627150079595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8403336627150079595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8403336627150079595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashlight-walk.html' title='Flashlight Walk'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1993478551103082766</id><published>2010-02-10T08:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:00:47.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Mom &amp; Her Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3LKA8JgheI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cOeTCWzWTMI/s1600-h/mom-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3LKA8JgheI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cOeTCWzWTMI/s640/mom-1.jpg" width="456" /&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/31275920-1993478551103082766?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/1993478551103082766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=1993478551103082766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1993478551103082766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1993478551103082766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-her-girls.html' title='Mom &amp; Her Girls'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3LKA8JgheI/AAAAAAAAAvE/cOeTCWzWTMI/s72-c/mom-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5385788863785220172</id><published>2010-02-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Decorating</title><content type='html'>We've been living in our house for over a year now and the answer to the question you want to ask is no, it is not finished and no, the baseboards are not up. In addition I had not hung any pictures on the wall or really done any decorating.&amp;nbsp; Partly because it's not my thing and partly because the house was not "done" yet.&amp;nbsp; After Christmas I decided however that I would get started on beautifying my house.&amp;nbsp; I would try to do one decorating thing a week and this seems to be working for me.&amp;nbsp; It is not so overwhelming when you only have to think about hanging one picture.&amp;nbsp; I have also allowed myself to let my perfectionism go.&amp;nbsp; The picture looks much better hanging anywhere then it does sitting in a pile waiting for me do decide on the perfect location.&amp;nbsp; &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/_79DazHImzPA/S3GBW9oZfJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6vB-KvTFhTM/s1600-h/Decorating-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GBW9oZfJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6vB-KvTFhTM/s400/Decorating-3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung these curtains (which I already had) on a rod (that I bought long ago) in my bedroom.&amp;nbsp; They may not be perfect, but they will work for now.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe how much nicer the room felt with the curtains hung up.&amp;nbsp; As a bonus it helps to hide the unfinished edges of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GDSA6kklI/AAAAAAAAAu4/C-ZaYutuzKA/s1600-h/Decorating-1-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GDSA6kklI/AAAAAAAAAu4/C-ZaYutuzKA/s400/Decorating-1-3.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I put up the wall clock that my brother got me for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I love it and look at it all the time but I guess I don't think of it as a clock because I'm always looking elsewhere to see what time it is when the clock is right in front of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_79DazHImzPA/S3GCW8Pq4QI/AAAAAAAAAuw/biyhziAxkEM/s1600-h/Decorating-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GCW8Pq4QI/AAAAAAAAAuw/biyhziAxkEM/s400/Decorating-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired by my Sister to hang up some picture frames even though I don't have photos in them yet and then add the photos after.&amp;nbsp; The frames look so nice and seeing them every day on the wall might even inspire me to get some photos printed to put in them.&amp;nbsp; Who want's to make a bet that next year at this time the picture of the flower with 8x10 printed around it is still on my wall.&lt;br /&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/_79DazHImzPA/S3GHZmGz5OI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EfAtpcxjSh4/s1600-h/Decorating-1-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GHZmGz5OI/AAAAAAAAAu8/EfAtpcxjSh4/s400/Decorating-1-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls room got some curtains hung (purchased long ago as well) to replace the blanket and tablecloth that have been covering their window for the last year.&amp;nbsp; I have yet to shorten the curtains, I can't decide on the "perfect" length.&amp;nbsp; Agh, there's the P-word again, maybe I should just do that today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5385788863785220172?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/5385788863785220172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=5385788863785220172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5385788863785220172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5385788863785220172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/02/decorating.html' title='Decorating'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S3GBW9oZfJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/6vB-KvTFhTM/s72-c/Decorating-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7452903740720847077</id><published>2010-02-01T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:16:06.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>Nollie is really into making &amp;amp; telling stories right now.&amp;nbsp; Every picture she draws or paints needs a discription written on it by me.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I will make a book, stapling several pages together and give it to her to draw her own story.&amp;nbsp; Here is her latest book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucy Liked Mommy's Garden &amp;amp; She Had To Go Pee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lucy liked mom's garden and she had to go pee.&lt;br /&gt;She peed in the potty all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;"I did it, I did it, yeah, yeah, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;She got her nose caught in the net when she was playing outside soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;She went back home.&lt;br /&gt;She did a craft.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy came back to Nollie &amp;amp; Luca's house.&lt;br /&gt;Waverly got out of Mommy's tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it, I can barely get through reading it aloud without laughing though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7452903740720847077?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7452903740720847077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7452903740720847077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7452903740720847077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7452903740720847077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/02/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5387546372629262194</id><published>2010-01-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:29:38.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Provost - I Do Miss That View</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S1sM31mZy9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/KkFUFaEnat4/s1600-h/flower-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S1sM31mZy9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/KkFUFaEnat4/s400/flower-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been babysitting some plants for the last couple weeks.&amp;nbsp; They were flowering plants that were just about ready to bloom when I got them.&amp;nbsp; I would get to enjoy the flowers while they were living at my house, or so I thought.&amp;nbsp; Getting these plants made me remember that I had two pots of bulbs that I had forgotten from last spring and new plants were starting to poke through the dirt.&amp;nbsp; Four pots in my kitchen growing and blooming.&amp;nbsp; All of this organic life just had me feeling giddy.&amp;nbsp; I love to see plants grow and flowers bloom, it was wonderful, just what you need in dreary January. &amp;nbsp; I started thinking to myself, "I will have to get some more spring potted plants", "I should keep flowers in my house all the time", "I love spring", "I love new plants".&amp;nbsp; Then it happened, and all the fun was over. Curt's allergies kicked in.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was coming, I even apologized the week before to him for what was coming.&amp;nbsp; Curt's allergies are not just a runny nose, itchy eyes, although I'm sure that's part of it, he gets irritable, grouchy, snappy and everyone pays.&amp;nbsp; Finally he said the flowers have to go and I agreed, I wanted regular Curt back.&amp;nbsp; "You can have flowers outside."&amp;nbsp; Boo for me!&amp;nbsp; So I cut the big perfectly blooming flowers off and threw them outside.&amp;nbsp; Then I moved all the flowering plants to the basement window to live with the forgotten pumpkins, dead flies and rotting tomatoes.&amp;nbsp; So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could get some pictures of flowers to put up in my house since looking at the snow on the ground I know it is still a long wait before I can enjoy some outdoor flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4430847100644739003?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/4430847100644739003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=4430847100644739003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4430847100644739003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4430847100644739003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/01/flowers-not-in-my-house.html' title='Flowers, Not in My House'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S1sM31mZy9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/KkFUFaEnat4/s72-c/flower-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7831802450808584512</id><published>2010-01-13T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:11:14.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>X-Country Skiing</title><content type='html'>This weekend we went down to the DV ski trails.&amp;nbsp; A guy Curt knows has been bugging him to come and check them out so with the beautiful weather we thought, lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get to ski as a family of course.&amp;nbsp; Two people who have not skied in a long time, one of which just had a baby, pulling 3 kids, on their first outing, not going to happen.&amp;nbsp; We did get to check out some of the equipment that is available if we want to pull our kids at a later date and Luca got a ride in the sled behind a more experienced skier.&amp;nbsp; There was a chalet at the trails and a camp fire going so while one of us went for a ski the other stayed back with the kids and kept them entertained.&amp;nbsp; I felt so great after my short ski.&amp;nbsp; Something about getting some exercise outside on a beautiful sunny day is exhilarating. &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/_79DazHImzPA/S03iZynV9EI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5U3Sdwt-FsU/s1600-h/ski-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iZynV9EI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5U3Sdwt-FsU/s320/ski-3.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a set of kids boots and skis that Grandma B had managed to round up earlier this year and Nollie was excited to try them out.&amp;nbsp; She was able to move around quite well and could even get up by herself when she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iWiL2KBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NqQRwma7ch8/s1600-h/ski-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iWiL2KBI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NqQRwma7ch8/s320/ski-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Luca saw Nollie trying them she needed to as well.&amp;nbsp; "I want to skate, I want to skate".&amp;nbsp; I put the boots and skis on her and she just took off without any instruction or coaching.&amp;nbsp; Nollie walked beside her instructing her to swing her arms and helping her up when she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iSEIoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8FDaZIUqZ2k/s1600-h/ski-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iSEIoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/8FDaZIUqZ2k/s320/ski-4.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waverly stayed happily strapped to my chest (or Curt's while I was skiing).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iL8FIzgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DSXbaPrEmzg/s1600-h/ski-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iL8FIzgI/AAAAAAAAAuE/DSXbaPrEmzg/s320/ski-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the trails and I know we will be going back again (actually, Curtis already has)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7831802450808584512?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7831802450808584512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7831802450808584512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7831802450808584512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7831802450808584512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-country-skiing.html' title='X-Country Skiing'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S03iZynV9EI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5U3Sdwt-FsU/s72-c/ski-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4264929409058540767</id><published>2010-01-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:06:51.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its no surprise that the topic of discussion the last week in the blog world has been that of New Years Resolutions.&amp;nbsp; I like the idea of a New Years Resolution, making a commitment to better yourself, but I never really feel all that motivated to make a big change right after the holiday season.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I make a list of things to improve on but it is always half-hearted and with no real plan of action or commitment to back it up.&amp;nbsp; We should really be making small improvements all throughout the year but setting a whole number of goals all at once just feels so satisfying.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maybe I could do as &lt;a href="http://www.se7en.org.za/"&gt;Se7en &lt;/a&gt;suggests and reflect on all of the positive I'm already doing &lt;a href="http://www.se7en.org.za/2010/01/06/se7en-resolve-to-do-more-of-the-same"&gt;resolve to do more of the same&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This sounds good but there are no lists, no planning, no change.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I was reading an &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/a-holistic-approach-to-setting-meaningful-new-years-goals/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/"&gt;Simplemom.net&lt;/a&gt; and it made perfect sense to me.&amp;nbsp; Winter is not the time for making any big changes, Spring is the time for action.&amp;nbsp; I would like to spend the remainder of the winter reflecting on the last year and planning, setting goals for the remainder of the year.&amp;nbsp; Then in the spring when I feel that burst of energy I will be ready to take on these goals and have a plan ready to do so.&amp;nbsp; Spring is my fresh start, I feel it every year.&amp;nbsp; So for this year I resolve to plan for Spring, besides planning is my favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I'm enjoying reading Mandi's &lt;a href="http://www.organizingyourway.net/category/resolutions"&gt;31 Days of Organizing For a Better 2010&lt;/a&gt; series on &lt;a href="http://www.organizingyourway.net/"&gt;Organizing You Way&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Nearly all of the resolutions she touches on are on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://organizingyourway.net/category/resolutions" target="_blank" title="31 Days of Organizing for a Better 2010"&gt;&lt;img alt="31 Days of Organizing for a Better 2010" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-2616" height="125" src="http://www.organizingyourway.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/31-Days-Button.jpg" title="31 Days of Organizing for a Better 2010" width="125" /&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/31275920-4264929409058540767?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/4264929409058540767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=4264929409058540767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4264929409058540767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4264929409058540767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-9038134893602871226</id><published>2010-01-05T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:09:43.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wavy J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0OmhXUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/StQ-FieyFOg/s1600-h/Waverly-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0OmhXUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/StQ-FieyFOg/s400/Waverly-2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Waverly Jean has been with us for nearly two weeks now.&amp;nbsp; Its funny how quickly your life adjusts and it just seems like the new addition is supposed to be there and everything is right.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S0OM0aDp_DI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qjiSUEvJH3A/s1600-h/Waverly-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0OM0aDp_DI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qjiSUEvJH3A/s400/Waverly-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waverly was born December 23, 2009 at 1:45pm after an induction start and a quick labour.&amp;nbsp; She was our lightest baby yet weighing 8lb 6oz and longest at 53cm.&amp;nbsp; She has reddish hair, long fingers and toes, a slender face and long skinny legs.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S0ONWxejnaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/y8n_KntZ0AY/s1600-h/Waverly-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0ONWxejnaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/y8n_KntZ0AY/s400/Waverly-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out of the hospital on Christmas Eve and I had just enough of an adrenaline rush/Baby High to get me through the three days of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; We took it easy this year only going to one dinner each day and missing two big family get-togethers.&amp;nbsp; Even this may have been too much since after Boxing Day I shut down and basically slept for two days.&amp;nbsp; I've been lucky enough to have Curt home for two weeks which has been a great help.&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/_79DazHImzPA/S0OkzqvzyGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/L9YSl31Bpjc/s1600-h/Waverly-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0OkzqvzyGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/L9YSl31Bpjc/s320/Waverly-8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls adore Wavy.&amp;nbsp; They will lay beside her and tell her stories.&amp;nbsp; Luca especially asks to hold her, help change her and if she can touch her gently. &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/_79DazHImzPA/S0Ol2p7ROiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AnFQ9wxAeOc/s1600-h/Waverly-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0Ol2p7ROiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/AnFQ9wxAeOc/s400/Waverly-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all doing well and we're very excited to have a trio of little girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/31275920-9038134893602871226?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/9038134893602871226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=9038134893602871226' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9038134893602871226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9038134893602871226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2010/01/wavy-j.html' title='Wavy J'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S0OmhXUjUiI/AAAAAAAAAuA/StQ-FieyFOg/s72-c/Waverly-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1377461136464544409</id><published>2009-12-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:09:43.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>I am one week away from this baby's due date today.&amp;nbsp; I think I need to remind myself of this.&amp;nbsp; I've been playing the waiting game for about two weeks now, "..could be any day."&amp;nbsp; All of this waiting makes me feel like I should have had the baby by now. &amp;nbsp; Since my first two were late I'm sure I've still got another two weeks of waiting to go.&amp;nbsp; I've had my Christmas shopping done for weeks, my bags packed, clothes washed for baby, the essentials basically done.&amp;nbsp; I am ready and normally I'm a bit of a procrastinator.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure I like this being prepared thing, it just makes me anxious.&amp;nbsp; Our house has been full of Christmas baking (&amp;amp; eating), Christmas crafts, Christmas decorating, all things to keep my mind off&amp;nbsp; my tightening abdomen or crampy feelings that might turn into labour.&amp;nbsp; All in all though there has been too much sitting at the computer, cross stiching in the rocking chair, napping on the couch.&amp;nbsp; I'm longing for a summer day when I can be working outside in the garden or a nice long walk but with the cold and snow it hasn't happened.&amp;nbsp; I guess I should just be enjoying the quiet time (not really quiet with my other two girls here but quieter I'm sure) before baby number 3 comes.&amp;nbsp; I'm still comfortable and only slightly irritable, so I'll just keep waiting.&amp;nbsp; Baby will come when it is ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1377461136464544409?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/1377461136464544409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=1377461136464544409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1377461136464544409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1377461136464544409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-6533241124353528838</id><published>2009-11-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:09:07.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Christmas Music</title><content type='html'>I accidentally started listening to some Christmas Music today....and I liked it.&amp;nbsp; I really didn't intend to get Christmasy yet. &amp;nbsp; As a rule I don't pull out the decorations until December.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to listen to some music today so I opened ITunes, picked a Frank Sinatra song, clicked on the &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/01/genius.html"&gt;Genius&lt;/a&gt; button to make me a play list, then walked away.&amp;nbsp; After not to long the Christmas songs started to sneak in there and before you know it I was thinking about baking shortbread cookies, butter tarts &amp;amp; wrapping presents.&amp;nbsp; I think I am ready to start bringing out some more Christmas music and maybe even some decorations, after all it is only a week away from December.&amp;nbsp; Close enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-6533241124353528838?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/6533241124353528838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=6533241124353528838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6533241124353528838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6533241124353528838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-music.html' title='Christmas Music'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7062488954680217725</id><published>2009-11-16T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:06:41.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Awesome Yesterday Dinner</title><content type='html'>Tonight while getting ready for supper I started pulling containers out of the fridge and the conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We're just having leftovers so it will only take me a minute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie:&amp;nbsp; No, I don't want leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking:&amp;nbsp; you don't even know what leftovers are):&amp;nbsp; Do you want the spagetti &amp;amp; meatballs or the cranberry chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie:&amp;nbsp; No, I don't like leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (thinking too bad so sad, that's what you're getting):&amp;nbsp; Mmm the chicken has Craisins on it, do you want the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie:&amp;nbsp; Not leftovers (starting to break down &amp;amp; cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt:&amp;nbsp; I don't want leftovers either I want Awesome Yesterday Dinner, who wants Awesome Yesterday Dinner, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie:&amp;nbsp; Yeah, Awesome Yesterday Dinner.&amp;nbsp; Mom I don't want leftovers I want Awesome Yesterday Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Great, that's what we're having then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone ate heaping plates of Awesome Yesterday Dinner.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes at the end of the day when your brain is fried you just need someone with some fresh new ideas.&amp;nbsp; Curt to the rescue, saved us from a fight and a couple of breakdowns, me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're ever having a hard time selling leftovers try having "Awesome Yesterday Dinner"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7062488954680217725?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7062488954680217725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7062488954680217725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7062488954680217725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7062488954680217725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-yesterday-dinner.html' title='Awesome Yesterday Dinner'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5824768643933989094</id><published>2009-11-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:20:00.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Team Buchan Does The Impossible</title><content type='html'>Curtis &amp;amp; I accomplish alot of things but last week we did something I never thought was possible.&amp;nbsp; We broke the KitchenAid Mixer!&amp;nbsp; This thing is supposed to last a life time, you are supposed to be able to pass this down to your Great Grandchildren or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt was using the mixer to make the dough for his hand pulled noodles (this really deserves its own post) and the mixer started to sound like it was struggling.&amp;nbsp; I then heard an "oh no, that's not good".&amp;nbsp; The motor for the mixer was still running but the beater was not turning.&amp;nbsp; My first reaction was "I can't believe YOU broke MY KitchenAid Mixer!"&amp;nbsp; OK, we are married, everything is supposed to be OURS but that's MY mixer.&amp;nbsp; I use that mixer several times a week, it makes me bread every other week, cookies, cakes, I even used it to mash up my tomatoes during our tomato extravaganza this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sv67eo0pUTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nvw0hPIiass/s1600-h/KitchenAid-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sv67eo0pUTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nvw0hPIiass/s320/KitchenAid-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that it was Curt using the mixer when it decided to die because we immediately jumped into our roles.&amp;nbsp; Curt started to investigate &amp;amp; take apart the mixer while I jumped on the internet to look for possible problems &amp;amp; repairs.&amp;nbsp; I was able to find what we thought to be the issue and even a tutorial on how to disassemble the mixer and get the worn part out.&amp;nbsp; We had apparently blown the worm gear which is supposed to break to save the motor when it is under too much stress.&amp;nbsp; We found the gear inside the greasy mess that is inside the mixer and got it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sv67pAOPLQI/AAAAAAAAAss/51quFhNK99E/s1600-h/KitchenAid-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sv67pAOPLQI/AAAAAAAAAss/51quFhNK99E/s320/KitchenAid-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being that Curt is a purchaser for an oilfield supply store he knows how to get parts fast.&amp;nbsp; Those patch workers don't want to wait for anything, no matter the cost.&amp;nbsp; He gave me some tips on how to find the part and get it shipped out quick.&amp;nbsp; I was able to find my replacement worm gear and we had it in our hands the next day.&amp;nbsp; I could have gone a little longer without the mixer but Curt was worried that if we took too long to get the part he wouldn't remember how to reassemble the mixer properly.&amp;nbsp; So all in all I was without a mixer for 2 days and it was a $45 repair.&amp;nbsp; Sure beats the cost of a new mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson for everyone to learn.&amp;nbsp; If you mixer sounds like its struggling when you are mixing something, stop the mixer immediately (it actually says this in the manual).&amp;nbsp; The KitchenAid Mixer is not invincible.&amp;nbsp; However if you do break the worm gear, have no fear it can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mixing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5824768643933989094?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/5824768643933989094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=5824768643933989094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5824768643933989094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5824768643933989094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/11/team-buchan-does-impossible.html' title='Team Buchan Does The Impossible'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sv67eo0pUTI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Nvw0hPIiass/s72-c/KitchenAid-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7385653783881276674</id><published>2009-10-02T06:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:46:21.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 2nd to Luca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my baby, soon to be middle child is celebrating her 2nd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St03kQ671wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QFOeFdTU_iM/s1600-h/Luca-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St03kQ671wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QFOeFdTU_iM/s320/Luca-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Born October 20th, 2007 at 3:30am&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St03ZJesJGI/AAAAAAAAArw/1KhPap0mryI/s1600-h/Luca-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St03ZJesJGI/AAAAAAAAArw/1KhPap0mryI/s320/Luca-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luca likes to ride her "gike" (bike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luca is showing a very compassionate side and will jump off her bike to help Nollie if Nollie falls on hers or is quick to give a hug or kiss to Nollie when she is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St039zimDLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/KCPGLZ8pVis/s1600-h/Luca-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St039zimDLI/AAAAAAAAAsA/KCPGLZ8pVis/s320/Luca-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;Luca loves to play with water, the spray bottle, the water cooler, climbing onto the counter &amp;amp; playing in the sink and of course she likes to go "bimin" (swimming).&lt;br /&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/_79DazHImzPA/St05JG39GHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fMhcp1FynMs/s1600-h/Luca-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St05JG39GHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fMhcp1FynMs/s320/Luca-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Luca is always up for whatever you offer, if you say we're going somewhere she has her coat on and is waiting at the door (quite the opposite from her older sister) &lt;br /&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/_79DazHImzPA/St05lylYeCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S5zpFTOoUew/s1600-h/Luca-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St05lylYeCI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/S5zpFTOoUew/s320/Luca-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luca has been practicing her 2 year old authoritative "NO" and and is completely ready.&lt;br /&gt;She is also ready for the 2 year old out of control fits.&lt;br /&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/_79DazHImzPA/St06zXFMZcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jot030bJbVg/s1600-h/Luca-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St06zXFMZcI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jot030bJbVg/s320/Luca-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Luca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/31275920-7385653783881276674?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7385653783881276674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7385653783881276674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7385653783881276674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7385653783881276674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-2nd-to-luca.html' title='Happy 2nd to Luca'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/St03kQ671wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QFOeFdTU_iM/s72-c/Luca-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8036862785615537538</id><published>2009-09-19T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>End of Summer Randoms</title><content type='html'>Well summer flew by, I can't believe there is only a little over a week left of September.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7EMx-QBI/AAAAAAAAArI/9Vi0YgS5K8o/s1600-h/Sept-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7EMx-QBI/AAAAAAAAArI/9Vi0YgS5K8o/s400/Sept-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first week of September at the Buchan Condo in Sicamous.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed a relaxing time of reading and putting our feet up.&amp;nbsp; The girls enjoyed swimming every day in the pool.&amp;nbsp; We got out on the boat a couple times and enjoyed being the only boat on all of Mara Lake.&amp;nbsp; Nollie loved being out on the boat and riding on the tube.&amp;nbsp; This excites Curt because he can see 10 years into his future when his kids want to be out boating and riding as much as he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7LmUTn9I/AAAAAAAAArQ/o4hA3Tb7yRY/s1600-h/Sept-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7LmUTn9I/AAAAAAAAArQ/o4hA3Tb7yRY/s400/Sept-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7SpLEgYI/AAAAAAAAArY/yTOQHcBwwwY/s1600-h/Sept-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7SpLEgYI/AAAAAAAAArY/yTOQHcBwwwY/s400/Sept-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said farewell to my sister Shelby as she took off to travel Australia with a friend of hers.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure she is having a fantastic time and we will see her when she returns next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curtis &amp;amp; I also celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary, OK, so we didn't really celebrate, we poured the cement pad for our shop that day and if it wasn't for calls from family we may have forgotten on the actual day.&amp;nbsp; We knew it was coming, I guess we're just not so good at staying on top of what calender day it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby #3 is growing well and kicks me all the time.&amp;nbsp; I'm 28 weeks now, 3 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are fun, fun, fun.&amp;nbsp; Nollie started asking why to everything and I'm sure it was on her 3rd birthday that it started.&amp;nbsp; Luca started the why's shortly after so I have two girls that just question everything.&amp;nbsp; They are just learning, learning, learning.&amp;nbsp; They have both been enjoying riding around on their bikes and they both want to get outside even more now that they have figured them out.&amp;nbsp; Nollie has also figured out the teeder-totter on the swing set and gets it just rockin'.&amp;nbsp; It's great because both Nollie &amp;amp; Luca can get on and they don't need me to come push them every two minutes like on the swings.&amp;nbsp; They play together really well most of the time.&amp;nbsp; They have their spats but they also have times where they nicely use manners or techniques they've been taught to sort things out on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden has been good to me, we've enjoyed the lettuce, onions, potatos, zuccini, beats, beans, peas and tomatos.&amp;nbsp; My strawberries have been producing but the grasshoppers get to them quicker than I can.&amp;nbsp; I've mad a couple batches of tomato sauce already and it has been fantastic.&amp;nbsp; There are still alot of green tomatos on the plants so as long as they don't freeze I will have quite a few more batches to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saskatoons, both wild and tame were plentiful this year and so I picked and froze, picked &amp;amp; ate, picked &amp;amp; froze, picked &amp;amp; ate.&amp;nbsp; We have tonns of wild bushes on our land but they are still young, in a couple of years they will be good producers, that and the 10 tame ones I planted this year.&amp;nbsp; I love saskatoons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Update&lt;br /&gt;We covered the decks and put up railings on them so they are now usable &amp;amp; I don't have to worry about kids falling off and breaking their neck anymore.&amp;nbsp; I still have to paint the railings, maybe next week I can tackle that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT71646rKI/AAAAAAAAAro/6kJsSCkLzYk/s1600-h/Sept-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT71646rKI/AAAAAAAAAro/6kJsSCkLzYk/s400/Sept-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We built proper stairs off each deck, also a bonus since I no longer have to assist the girls in getting down the front stairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the parging on the exterior of the house (the area just below the siding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the cement pad poured for our shop and plan to push up the shop next weekend, hopefully.&amp;nbsp; The pad has been a great riding arena for the girls on their bikes in the mean time, they have both greatly improved their bike riding skills since we put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that we've just been living life, making our messes &amp;amp; cleaning them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8036862785615537538?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8036862785615537538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8036862785615537538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8036862785615537538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8036862785615537538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer-randoms.html' title='End of Summer Randoms'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SrT7EMx-QBI/AAAAAAAAArI/9Vi0YgS5K8o/s72-c/Sept-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2200638990937161657</id><published>2009-08-18T08:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:09:43.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Introducing.......</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Baby Number Three.&amp;nbsp; Baby is growing well inside,&amp;nbsp; I am 23 weeks now, over half way there.&amp;nbsp; Baby is due to arrive mid December, but I'm always a bit late so I'm saying Christmas Day is the likely DOA.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling great, I have had really easy pregnancies so far and I'm hoping this one continues that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SoqyafXVMaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HhUlDQ-JLuI/s1600-h/img002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SoqyafXVMaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HhUlDQ-JLuI/s320/img002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie is completely convinced that it is her baby brother.&amp;nbsp; Anytime we try to tell her that the baby could be a girl or that refer to the baby as a her she tells us that it is her brother and she doesn't want another sister, she wants a brother.&amp;nbsp; She is full of questions and stories about the new baby, I think the 4 months left is going to be a long wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're looking forward to an eventfull Christmas Season and a busy 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2200638990937161657?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/2200638990937161657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=2200638990937161657' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2200638990937161657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2200638990937161657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing.html' title='Introducing.......'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SoqyafXVMaI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HhUlDQ-JLuI/s72-c/img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8225957035340726020</id><published>2009-07-28T07:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:06:52.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>All Tied Up</title><content type='html'>I've been finding little treasures like this all over the house.&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_EEvG2SI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lTfcS-uJZY4/s1600-h/knots-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_EEvG2SI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lTfcS-uJZY4/s400/knots-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nollie has always loved to tie things up.&amp;nbsp; Initially if she found a belt or a watch that wasn't attached to a person she would wrap it around and through itself so many times that it looked like a ball.&amp;nbsp; She's now moved on to tying anything she can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7-vc1SmsI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7LGMvB09I0c/s1600-h/knots-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7-vc1SmsI/AAAAAAAAAqE/7LGMvB09I0c/s400/knots-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started giving her a shoelace to play with and she will sit quietly for half an hour or more and just tie it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7-mKLQbFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/O_kZpHvJnr8/s1600-h/knots-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7-mKLQbFI/AAAAAAAAAp8/O_kZpHvJnr8/s400/knots-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are beads about she will add them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_VGLze-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5zuas7FwIIA/s1600-h/knots-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_VGLze-I/AAAAAAAAAqU/5zuas7FwIIA/s400/knots-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this little diddy she did on her dress strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_a-WH6GI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c79cUxaCtzo/s1600-h/knots-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_a-WH6GI/AAAAAAAAAqc/c79cUxaCtzo/s400/knots-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy to encourage anything that will keep the kids busy. This doesn't seem to be a fleeting obsession so I'm on the look out for ways to keep her excited with knots.&amp;nbsp; She's a bit young for a knot tying book so I guess I just keep her occupied with an assortment of items to tie up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-8225957035340726020?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8225957035340726020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8225957035340726020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8225957035340726020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8225957035340726020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-tied-up.html' title='All Tied Up'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sm7_EEvG2SI/AAAAAAAAAqM/lTfcS-uJZY4/s72-c/knots-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-6810518594089668529</id><published>2009-07-22T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>July Randoms</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been so bad with the posts lately, I guess it's lazy summer mode.&amp;nbsp; I've got some ideas for posts floating around in my head but they just haven't made it onto the computer yet.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few tidbits to keep you up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our current house project has been the parging (the area outside your house between the siding and the ground).&amp;nbsp; I didn't realize how much it would finish off the exterior of our house, it looks great.&amp;nbsp; I can no longer see any sign of foam basement or Home Hardware paper just a finished exterior.&amp;nbsp; As with nearly every other project this one has involved some hurdles and taken much longer than we imagined but we should have it finished up by the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our grass is coming in well, there are lots of weed throughout but with it all cut it looks like a lawn.&amp;nbsp; There are some patches of just thick grass and no weeds.&amp;nbsp; The girls &amp;amp; I have even started running around in our bare feet with no shoes on outside, its like Heaven.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've finalized our mortgage &amp;amp; worked out all of that business.&amp;nbsp; We ended up saying goodbye to the bank that didn't think we were 97% complete and wanted to see all the trim done first and have switched over to our home bank and have a regular old mortgage instead of a builders mortgage.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to finally start paying off the money we have spent rather than just paying interest and now we can leave our baseboards unfinished forever if we choose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've been enjoying lots of visiting lately with close friends and extended family.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to get together.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the hermit in me is just so happy to hang out at home that I don't make an effort to get out and visit and I should, I enjoy it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The girls just continue to grow and play.&amp;nbsp; I'm so happy that they are so close in age and have eachother to play with every day.&amp;nbsp; I love to hear them running around and giggling or to see them sitting and playing together and my heart almost skips a beat when I hear them in another room using nice manners with eachother without any reminders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The garden is doing great, well except for the carrots, I think I have two growing carrots, boo.&amp;nbsp; We've been eating lettuce like crazy to keep up with it before it bolts and it tastes good, a lot of time with home grown lettuce it tastes really bitter or just like grass but this stuff tastes OK.&amp;nbsp; This weekend I dug around and we ate our first bit of baby potatoes, they were amazing, ...amazing.&amp;nbsp; We have grasshoppers like crazy but so far they haven't eaten too much of the garden, I hope they stay away.&amp;nbsp; Tomatoes, they're coming, still green but I have lots on the plants and many more plants flowering, looking forward to a tomato extravaganza this fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curt has been swimming 1 mile atleast twice a week at lunch time&amp;nbsp; for the last 4 months and I'm so proud of him for keeping it up.&amp;nbsp; He started with whatever he could, maybe 10 laps stopping between each one to catch his breath before going on to the next and each time he went he kept adding one lap until he was up to a mile, now he's just working on getting that mile a little faster.&amp;nbsp; He's my hero.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me, I'm just doing my regular thing, reading, laundry, keeping the girls entertained, baking, thinking about but not actually sewing, on ocasion knitting, watching movies, playing in my garden.....regular stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just watched a deer walk through our back yard,... I love this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've added a link on the left side to subscribe by email.&amp;nbsp; If you wish to sign up you can receive Ranch on Relaxo posts right to your inbox each day that I post them.&amp;nbsp; That way you won't miss any of this exciting business going on at the Ranch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-6810518594089668529?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/6810518594089668529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=6810518594089668529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6810518594089668529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6810518594089668529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-randoms.html' title='July Randoms'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3104085427553524423</id><published>2009-07-15T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:30:17.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Back From The Sun</title><content type='html'>We returned from our first family holiday in two years a week and a half ago and it has taken me this long to post because I was having a hard time getting out of holiday mode.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3Xx5DXyaI/AAAAAAAAApk/94YeEJHGj_w/s1600-h/Sicamous-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3Xx5DXyaI/AAAAAAAAApk/94YeEJHGj_w/s400/Sicamous-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent just over a week at Mama &amp;amp; Papa Buchan's Condo in Sicamous, BC, it was glorious.&amp;nbsp; The weather was a nice sunny 25 nearly every day with a couple 30 days near the end.&amp;nbsp; 30's are a bit hot for me but with a pool close by, air conditioning, ice water and lots of frozen treats I handled them just fine.&amp;nbsp; We invited some friends of ours to come stay with us and I'm happy to report that after the week we are all still friends, it went very well.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to have the company for both the adults and the kids.&amp;nbsp; As soon as we left the condo to drive home Nollie was asking when are we going back to see A &amp;amp; T?&amp;nbsp; I think they all had lots of fun together.&amp;nbsp; The condo was really a great environment for the kids.&amp;nbsp; The building is a u-shape and all the patios open onto a central courtyard, we were on the main level so the kids could just go out the back door and play on the nice grassy area.&amp;nbsp; There were lots of kids in the building and they would all just meet in the courtyard and play together.&amp;nbsp; With 5 kids under 5 plannings outings became a bit of a challenge but we just went with the flow.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed a few trips out on the boat, time at the beach, walks to the grocery store, a small kid friendly hike to see a waterfall, a trip to Enchanted Forest, lots of time in the pool.&amp;nbsp; We celebrated two birthdays, Curt's 29th and Nollie's 3rd (OMG). We ate lots of fruit &amp;amp; ice cream, the boys did some golfing, Curt &amp;amp; Linda went on a high ropes course, I did some reading and on top of all that we just generally relaxed and had a great vacation, with no thoughts of the house back home.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed it all so much that we hope to go back in September, this vacation thing is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XArwXCdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PJVhQCtIdi0/s1600-h/Sicamous-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XArwXCdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PJVhQCtIdi0/s400/Sicamous-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XTUpzyxI/AAAAAAAAApE/dny_rVnlqh4/s1600-h/Sicamous-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XimUBLNI/AAAAAAAAApU/f8HFefiZ2Nc/s400/Sicamous-1.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XtIWT8FI/AAAAAAAAApc/DNwThELdVVI/s1600-h/Sicamous-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3XtIWT8FI/AAAAAAAAApc/DNwThELdVVI/s400/Sicamous-2.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3ZxOj5DPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1JZcrTExLzE/s1600-h/Sicamous-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3ZxOj5DPI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1JZcrTExLzE/s400/Sicamous-1-2.jpg" /&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/31275920-3104085427553524423?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/3104085427553524423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=3104085427553524423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3104085427553524423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3104085427553524423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-from-sun.html' title='Back From The Sun'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sl3Xx5DXyaI/AAAAAAAAApk/94YeEJHGj_w/s72-c/Sicamous-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-78202534179080989</id><published>2009-06-16T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:07:59.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfT1l17hlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/K9_SBQ3ZTzM/s1600-h/Garden-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfT1l17hlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/K9_SBQ3ZTzM/s400/Garden-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My garden view from the tub &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one place from inside my house that I can see my garden and it involves standing in the jet tub in my ensuite.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't stop me though, several times a day I step into my tub and lean on the unfinished windowsill and admire my garden.&amp;nbsp; I love this part of the season where all the little plants start to pop out of the ground.&amp;nbsp; When I'm outside I just make laps around my garden noticing any changes since my last visit.&amp;nbsp; Within 24 hours I saw the zucchini, corn, beans, potatos, and peas all start to peak out.&amp;nbsp; At this point nearly everything has made an appearance, it makes me oh so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfVI03X24I/AAAAAAAAAo0/EhR5CDroYYw/s1600-h/Garden-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfVI03X24I/AAAAAAAAAo0/EhR5CDroYYw/s400/Garden-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;First sign of Onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than a traditional row garden I opted for a plan that is modeled on the square foot garden (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/1579548563?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1579548563"&gt;Square Foot Gardening: A New Way to Garden in Less Space With Less Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=1579548563" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;).&amp;nbsp; The garden is separated into various sized quadrants with a few different types of plant in each section.&amp;nbsp; The individual areas are separated by various pieces of scrap board that we had lying around.&amp;nbsp; The boards serve as a walking path so that you don't have to walk on the dirt, although both Simon and Luca don't get this and I'm continually hollering at them to get off the dirt. Not an easy concept when the whole yard is dirt.&amp;nbsp; Most of the areas are no more than 4 feet wide so that the entire square can be reached from the outside boards. The square foot garden is supposed to allow you to fit more plants in a smaller space with less work.&amp;nbsp; You don't have all of the wasted space between each row where weeds can grow up.&amp;nbsp; This style of gardening also makes it easier for companion planting so two or more plants can work together to mutually benifit one another.&amp;nbsp; Another concept of the square foot gardening is that you plant exactly the number of seeds you want rather than planting extra &amp;amp; then thinning down at a later date.&amp;nbsp; This is a little tricky for carrots, with their small seeds but I made an attempt.&amp;nbsp; It's a trial year for the garden, I was reading about it and liked the idea.&amp;nbsp; I thought I would give it a try because you will never know how something works unless you do.&amp;nbsp; I must say, so far I really enjoy the boards to walk on, rather than the dirt and its very eye pleasing to see all the little separate squares rather than just one large area of black dirt. In my garden I planted zucchini, corn, beans, peas, lettuce, spinach, beats, carrots, cucumber, pumpkin, potatos, onions, garlic, and of course tomatos.&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/_79DazHImzPA/SjfUEsz54BI/AAAAAAAAAok/hc2S9tzvOpw/s1600-h/Garden-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfUEsz54BI/AAAAAAAAAok/hc2S9tzvOpw/s400/Garden-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my shipment of plants from the Saskatoon Farm on Friday and got them all planted this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Saskatoons, raspberries, strawberries, asparigus &amp;amp; rhubarb for the garden and a few trees &amp;amp; shrubs for the yard.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure that I will get any fruit or vegies off these plants this year but next year they will be producers.&amp;nbsp; I was a little nervous about getting plants shipped on the Greyhound but they all look great, very healthy and they threw in a few extra of each of the fruit plants.&amp;nbsp; I guess they know what they are doing, they do make a business of it.&amp;nbsp; If you are in the market for fruit plants I would highly recommend you check out the &lt;a href="http://www.saskatoonfarm.com/"&gt;Saskatoon Farm&lt;/a&gt;, good prices and nice looking plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfUO5iSh8I/AAAAAAAAAos/c6sRnS-_fQs/s1600-h/Garden-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfUO5iSh8I/AAAAAAAAAos/c6sRnS-_fQs/s400/Garden-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Newly planted Strawberries &amp;amp; Rhubarb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing I have another Tomato confessional, I wasn't going to say anything, kind of embarassing.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomato-crazy.html"&gt;Tomato plants&lt;/a&gt; I was talking about in a previous &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomato-crazy.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I let them freeze.&amp;nbsp; Agh, the one night I didn't pull them in.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I woke up in the morning I knew and as the day went on they all wilted and died.&amp;nbsp; So again I went out to buy some more Tomato plants, I'm sure I'm up over $50 worth of Tomato plants this year. Gardening saves you money, you know.&amp;nbsp; I planted the new Tomatos in the garden after the weather forcast was showing no sign of frost like evening tempersatures.&amp;nbsp; Now you may know that I have a hard time throwing anything away so the "dead" tomato plants were still sitting on my deck.&amp;nbsp; I was watching them and it looks like some of them, most of them may survive. They have new little leaves coming out of the v's of the plant.&amp;nbsp; I cut off the dead spots &amp;amp; planted them in the garden too.&amp;nbsp; My garden is basically a tomato garden with a few extra plants.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I'll get a booth at the Farmers Market in the fall.&amp;nbsp; That's how Louis Hole got started you know, she just started selling the excess produce from her farm.&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/_79DazHImzPA/SjfTshU-eAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ClqhfoQACqc/s1600-h/Garden-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfTshU-eAI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ClqhfoQACqc/s400/Garden-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Garden view from the back deck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-78202534179080989?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/78202534179080989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=78202534179080989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/78202534179080989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/78202534179080989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjfT1l17hlI/AAAAAAAAAoc/K9_SBQ3ZTzM/s72-c/Garden-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2297530740807620796</id><published>2009-06-14T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:03:10.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><title type='text'>Big Girls Sleeping</title><content type='html'>This week the girls room got a bit of a makeover.&amp;nbsp; We took down the crib and split the bunk bed into two single beds.&amp;nbsp; Luca was making the move to a big girl bed.&amp;nbsp; We were anticipating a week or so of long nights putting her back into her bed several times, having her crying at the door, etc.&amp;nbsp; Well I guess she was ready because there was no such thing, the transition has been really smooth.&amp;nbsp; We know she has been off her bed because there are some extra books on her bed when we check on her but she makes it back to her bed and goes to sleep so I'm OK with that.&amp;nbsp; I think it helps that the girls share a room and she can see that Nollie is also in her bed going to sleep.&amp;nbsp; We didn't change anything else about the bedtime routine so that made the transition easier I'm sure.&amp;nbsp; The two twin beds with matching bedspreads look so cute in the room together and Luca is so proud of her new bed.&amp;nbsp; I'd post a photo but their room is a disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night that we were introducing the new bed to Luca, Nollie announced that she wanted to wear panties to bed like Mom.&amp;nbsp; Up until this point she was wearing a pull-up stype diaper at night time.&amp;nbsp; I had been&amp;nbsp; making an effort lately to be sure she goes pee right before bed and as soon as she wakes up rather than letting doddle around and pee in her diaper.&amp;nbsp; Some mornings she was dry but others she was not so I hadn't introduced the idea of ditching the pull-ups yet.&amp;nbsp; I knew this transition would likely mean more laundry for me to do but if she says she is ready we will go for it.&amp;nbsp; She was immediately wondering what we would do with all the extra diapers for her, determined that she would never wear them again.&amp;nbsp; This week has gone quite well, I've had a couple extra loads of laundry but she's had some dry nights too.&amp;nbsp; I love when the transitions just happen.&amp;nbsp; Two girls moving on to a new stage of night time sleeping in one week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2297530740807620796?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/2297530740807620796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=2297530740807620796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2297530740807620796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2297530740807620796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-girls-sleeping.html' title='Big Girls Sleeping'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7765366044635793902</id><published>2009-06-13T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:08:30.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Petting Zoo</title><content type='html'>We went to the newly opened Mama Noah's Petting Zoo this week in Lodgepole.&amp;nbsp; We had such a great time,&amp;nbsp; so many animals to enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHzHm7xlI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aeUjoz4hR7Q/s1600-h/Mama+Noah-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHzHm7xlI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aeUjoz4hR7Q/s400/Mama+Noah-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a tour of all the animals,&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/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHgMkKl6I/AAAAAAAAAns/12H2yzQUAbo/s1600-h/Mama+Noah-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHgMkKl6I/AAAAAAAAAns/12H2yzQUAbo/s400/Mama+Noah-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enjoyed a picnic lunch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHmzGFXdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bK5dxMduvEI/s1600-h/Mama+Noah-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHmzGFXdI/AAAAAAAAAn0/bK5dxMduvEI/s400/Mama+Noah-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then went back for another look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNIzGDZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/VvILcH8hyMI/s1600-h/Mama+Noah-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNIzGDZ4JI/AAAAAAAAAoM/VvILcH8hyMI/s400/Mama+Noah-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;I just wanted to take the animals home with me, or open my own petting zoo.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's best if I just go back for another visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/_79DazHImzPA/SjNICnp4lpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jiMi_V5eQ3k/s1600-h/Mama+Noah-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNICnp4lpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/jiMi_V5eQ3k/s400/Mama+Noah-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone else ever feel the need to get a goat, I love goats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7765366044635793902?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7765366044635793902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7765366044635793902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7765366044635793902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7765366044635793902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/petting-zoo.html' title='Petting Zoo'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjNHzHm7xlI/AAAAAAAAAn8/aeUjoz4hR7Q/s72-c/Mama+Noah-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-2729695430316899027</id><published>2009-06-11T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:10:44.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Grass</title><content type='html'>From this angle, it this lighting, it almost looks like we have a lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjEE82CEXAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ba6ZQm1gWQQ/s1600-h/Grass-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjEE82CEXAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ba6ZQm1gWQQ/s400/Grass-1.jpg" /&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/31275920-2729695430316899027?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/2729695430316899027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=2729695430316899027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2729695430316899027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2729695430316899027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SjEE82CEXAI/AAAAAAAAAnk/ba6ZQm1gWQQ/s72-c/Grass-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-9006808414681854111</id><published>2009-06-04T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:07:59.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Tomato Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SifO1CiRnJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/m_kOUnZfM-I/s1600-h/Tomatos-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SifO1CiRnJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/m_kOUnZfM-I/s400/Tomatos-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally at this point in the growing season I would be looking at my skinny, weak looking tomato plants that I planted from seed and wondering why they don't look as nice or a s healthy as the ones that professional greenhouses grow to sell in stores.&amp;nbsp; I would be feeling sorry for myself, wondering why I'm not perfect after only a few years of gardening, not even realizing that they will grow to huge, mega producing tomato plants in their own time.&amp;nbsp; This year I was singing a different song.&amp;nbsp; Why didn't I just plant some tomato seeds, was I so busy that I couldn't throw a few seeds in some dirt &amp;amp; water them, now I have to go buy tomato plants and spend 40x more than I would if I just planted my own seeds.&amp;nbsp; Next year I'm definitely back on the seed train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been holding off on buying tomatos this year, I wasn't quite ready for them in my garden yet.&amp;nbsp; Saturday I was at Home Hardware and there were only 5 tomato plants left, so I bought them all and planted them that night.&amp;nbsp; Monday the last thing I did before going inside for the night was to spread some wood chip mulch around my tomatos.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday when I checked them, they were all dead!!&amp;nbsp; Agh, the mulch killed my tomatos, maybe I let the soil dry out, what on Earth happened.&amp;nbsp; I was doing internet searches and thinking about it all day, totally forgetting about the ice that I dumped out of Simons bowl first thing in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Finally it hit me in the evening, they froze you dingbat, it wasn't the mulch that killed them.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice Monday evening I didn't even think about frost and I'm not much of a weather checker.&amp;nbsp; I guess I learned my lesson, for this year anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I set off to buy another round of Tomato plants, Farmers Market day anyway I'm sure I could get some there.&amp;nbsp; I had a worry in my head that maybe I was too late and there would be no tomato plants left in all of Drayton Valley.&amp;nbsp; What would I do if I couldn't buy tomatos, I knew I should have planted seeds, tomatos, I need tomatos.&amp;nbsp; I made sure I was at the Farmers Market as soon as it started, I couldn't risk not getting any.&amp;nbsp; OK, so I overreacted, of course there were tomato plants.&amp;nbsp; Those Hutterites sure know what they are doing, their plants look great and only $2 each.&amp;nbsp; I think I need to go visit the Hutterites so they can teach me their tricks.&amp;nbsp; I got one of each type, 4 plants.&amp;nbsp; I planned to plant more than that but I was going to check out a couple of other places in town too.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed a hanging basket of Tomatos too, expensive, but ready to produce and a pepper plant, excited try that out.&amp;nbsp; Next to Canadian Tire, I picked out some herbs (I am totally addicted to herbs this year, even if I don't use them to cook it is worth it just to smell them).&amp;nbsp; I picked out 3 more tomato plants, ok that's 8 tomato plants total.&amp;nbsp; Next Curt needed me to grab something from Walmart for him, since I was there I better check out the garden section, I was still looking for a couple herbs.&amp;nbsp; Well they had 4 packs of tomatos for $0.97, the plants were small, about what mine would look like if I planted some and 4 for $0.97, cheap, so I grabbed 2 of the 4 packs and then I threw in another bigger plant just for good measure.&amp;nbsp; So that's 9 more plants making 17 total.&amp;nbsp; Oh don't let me forget to tell you I have another 3 plants at home that were given to me so the grand total is 20 tomato plants.&amp;nbsp; Do you have any idea how many tomatos we will have off of 20 tomato plants?!?&amp;nbsp; We will be able to take a bath in them.&amp;nbsp; I am going to be so busy in the the fall.&amp;nbsp; I'm quite sure we will be able to make enough tomato sauce to last us the winter.&amp;nbsp; Curt wanted lots of tomato sauce and boy will he get it.&amp;nbsp; I just hope he's willing to help make &amp;amp; can it all.&amp;nbsp; So if you are out of tomatos in a couple months please do not go to the store, just come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SifO6BTZWtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TRPsAJ23l1g/s1600-h/Tomatos-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SifO6BTZWtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/TRPsAJ23l1g/s400/Tomatos-1.jpg" /&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/31275920-9006808414681854111?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/9006808414681854111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=9006808414681854111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9006808414681854111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/9006808414681854111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomato-crazy.html' title='Tomato Crazy'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SifO1CiRnJI/AAAAAAAAAnU/m_kOUnZfM-I/s72-c/Tomatos-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7043043209614567781</id><published>2009-06-01T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:12:11.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Things I'm Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planting seeds &amp;amp; plants &amp;amp; trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading gardening books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching my hummingbirds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SiPfSyzEfkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/r9xFvYk0nVg/s1600-h/I%27m+loving-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SiPfSyzEfkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/r9xFvYk0nVg/s400/I%27m+loving-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking suntea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SiPfkNUHjhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9Av4mDigWvk/s1600-h/I%27m+loving-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SiPfkNUHjhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9Av4mDigWvk/s320/I%27m+loving-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for more grass sprigs to grow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/using-ashy-dirt-for-my-garden.html"&gt;Dirty girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5zboWPDR4M"&gt;Ida Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 minutes of clean floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7043043209614567781?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7043043209614567781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7043043209614567781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7043043209614567781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7043043209614567781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-im-loving.html' title='Things I&apos;m Loving'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SiPfSyzEfkI/AAAAAAAAAnE/r9xFvYk0nVg/s72-c/I%27m+loving-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8350877333892842258</id><published>2009-05-27T07:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:28:58.047-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Using ashy dirt for my garden.....</title><content type='html'>= Dirty Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sh0_PoT1LRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0Lqd9Rh-KSU/s1600-h/Dirty+Kids-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sh0_PoT1LRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0Lqd9Rh-KSU/s400/Dirty+Kids-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sh0_XkaI4EI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fcsuMImclww/s1600-h/Dirty+Kids-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sh0_XkaI4EI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fcsuMImclww/s400/Dirty+Kids-2.jpg" /&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/31275920-8350877333892842258?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8350877333892842258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8350877333892842258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8350877333892842258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8350877333892842258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/using-ashy-dirt-for-my-garden.html' title='Using ashy dirt for my garden.....'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sh0_PoT1LRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0Lqd9Rh-KSU/s72-c/Dirty+Kids-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4590024675928125003</id><published>2009-05-25T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:08:47.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>The Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>Danna &amp;amp; I had our garage sale this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShqpIad2ieI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KQ5267SGc1s/s1600-h/garage+sale-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShqpIad2ieI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KQ5267SGc1s/s400/garage+sale-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't eaten lunch or dinner at home since Wednesday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house is a dissaster (not too unusual but I'll blame it on the garage sale)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was so much work for the set-up and pricing everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still exhausted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weather was beautiful this weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danna &amp;amp; I enjoyed the quiet moments where we could sit outside in the old furnature that was for sale and drink our coffee or eat our lunch in the sunshine while the kids were elsewhere with their Dads or Grandparents, peacefull.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The traffic came in spurts, it wasn't constant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone that came by commented on the ridiculous amount of stuff that was there "is this all your stuff" "um, not completely but, yes".&amp;nbsp; It almost got embarrassing, we wanted to say "oh no, this is an 8 family garage sale, this is just our shift working it"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoyed watching the seasoned garage sale shoppers come through, they noticed everything and found some interesting treasures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The things you expect to go don't and the things you think no one would ever buy, someone does.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sold 3 old textbooks for $2 each, you can't give those things away.&amp;nbsp; My advice to anyone in school, sell your textbooks as soon as you are done when they are worth something.&amp;nbsp; As much as you think you will, you will never look at them again, you will just move the rediculously heavy boxes 5 or 6 times and then when you realize you havn't looked at them once in 7 years, they will be worth nothing and you paid $100-$200 a piece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As time went on some prices got reduced and more items got moved to the Free bin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We tried really hard not to pick through and keep any of eachother's or even our own stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We basically decided that at the end there were a few of things that we may take if they don't sell.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time we said we were going to keep an item, it sold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So we tried saying we were going to keep everything, but it didn't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We made over $400 combined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is so much stuff left you probably wouldn't think we sold anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're going to open the doors again in a couple of weeks and give it another go, it's all set up already anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe it or not we've both got more to add&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prices will be slashed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShqpPWIqqRI/AAAAAAAAAms/jBhmmnbQreg/s1600-h/garage+sale-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShqpPWIqqRI/AAAAAAAAAms/jBhmmnbQreg/s400/garage+sale-1.jpg" /&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/31275920-4590024675928125003?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/4590024675928125003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=4590024675928125003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4590024675928125003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4590024675928125003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-sale.html' title='The Garage Sale'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShqpIad2ieI/AAAAAAAAAmk/KQ5267SGc1s/s72-c/garage+sale-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4481980528111054592</id><published>2009-05-20T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Updates'/><title type='text'>Another Weekly Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally called for our final electrical inspection and other than a couple small things to fix up that is complete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 94%.&amp;nbsp; That's what the bank says we are right now, they can't just give us the extra 3% so we can close our effin mortgage.&amp;nbsp; Friday was not a good day when we heard this and we were about ready to just quit everything.&amp;nbsp; Still a touchy subject in this house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curt got his first golf game of the year in and the girls and I got to visit with friends.&amp;nbsp; This helped us not to think about the above on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We enjoyed a beautiful Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday working outside in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got our lawn all seeded Sunday just before it started to rain &amp;amp; snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took a giant, double load of garbage to the dump, including the crate of garbage that has been in our back yard since fall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would May long be without snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShQHfLaU8tI/AAAAAAAAAmc/I4pYj_bQp5Y/s1600-h/snow-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShQHfLaU8tI/AAAAAAAAAmc/I4pYj_bQp5Y/s320/snow-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The snow allowed us to burn the growing pile of scrap wood in our back yard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curtis told me to look the other way while he threw a number of items I would not normally allow him to burn on the fire.&amp;nbsp; Although I didn't like the pumes of black smoke I was relived to see the stuff go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We spent Sunday evening and Monday organizing and sorting through the garage and basement.&amp;nbsp; It is so nice to have all the tools in one place, why couldn't we have done this earlier.&amp;nbsp; Now maybe we will be able to find what we are looking for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm busy prepping for our garage sale this weekend, so much to do for tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The basement is looking really good, I'm finally getting somewhere, much better than &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-rat-in-house.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'll try to post some photos next week when I finish getting it cleaned up and all the garage sale stuff is out of there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my first shower in our bathroom since we finally got the shower fixture installed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course the girls are doing great, they play together so well and they love to be outside.&amp;nbsp; The snow, wind, rain it doesn't bother them, just let them out the door.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the day they are grubby, grubby, grubby, but I know they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShQG3DUyt7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/jE7OyHyAO3k/s1600-h/luca-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShQG3DUyt7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/jE7OyHyAO3k/s400/luca-1.jpg" /&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/31275920-4481980528111054592?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/4481980528111054592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=4481980528111054592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4481980528111054592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4481980528111054592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-weekly-update.html' title='Another Weekly Update'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ShQHfLaU8tI/AAAAAAAAAmc/I4pYj_bQp5Y/s72-c/snow-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5910418894800562296</id><published>2009-05-06T08:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:45:29.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>10 Randoms From the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been keeping my window open a crack at all times so that I can hear the birds singing.&amp;nbsp; Oh I love spring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curt has been busy in the skid steer every night moving dirt around the yard.&amp;nbsp; Landscaping has begun.&amp;nbsp; At this point I don't hear birds singing but more of a grumble, brum, brum, beep, beep, beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a gigantic pile of beautiful back dirt waiting to become a garden, really it is massive.&amp;nbsp; I am getting excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did my first double trip to the grocery store on coupon day.&amp;nbsp; Two $100 trips saved me $30. One $200 trip would have only saved me $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have now brought out the sunscreen &amp;amp; hats since all 4 of us got too much sun this weekend.&amp;nbsp; My poor red head girl got it the worst with little red cheeks, arms &amp;amp; part line on her head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nollie has a Dr. apt today late in the afternoon.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping for less than 2 hours in the Dr office with 2 girls, yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've been going swimming every Thursday evening with the girls, they are both getting much more comfortable in the water.&amp;nbsp; Anyone in the area is welcome to join us starting around 7 or 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I've put nearly all the toys away in our house (well at least half) because I got tired of cleaning it all up or "hearing its too much for me to clean up myself".&amp;nbsp; No one has missed anything that I put away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bead Dat Me" (read that to me) are the words that I hear most from Luca.&amp;nbsp; With a close second going to "Nose Bunnin" (nose running).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of time spent outside in the sandbox enjoying the warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5910418894800562296?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/5910418894800562296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=5910418894800562296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5910418894800562296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5910418894800562296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-randoms-from-week.html' title='10 Randoms From the Week'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-4827130796068239967</id><published>2009-05-04T07:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:06:52.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafting'/><title type='text'>Ladybug Craft</title><content type='html'>Here's a simple little craft that I did with the girls the other day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On white paper draw a large oval with a line down the middle using a felt marker.  Cut out a half circle for the ladybugs head and a bunch of small circles from black construction paper.  Have the child glue on the head and spots onto the lady bug.  You could also use black stickers if you have some.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5aPW_s_xI/AAAAAAAAAmE/XWwmuhLPpg4/s1600-h/Ladybug-1-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5aPW_s_xI/AAAAAAAAAmE/XWwmuhLPpg4/s320/Ladybug-1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While they are busy gluing place corn syrup into a container and mix in a couple drops of red food colouring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5Y2LoBrVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y8VCNEldBcE/s1600-h/Ladybug-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5Y2LoBrVI/AAAAAAAAAlk/y8VCNEldBcE/s320/Ladybug-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let the kids paint away with the coloured corn syrup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5Y824gGFI/AAAAAAAAAls/DZLMkqneMdY/s1600-h/Ladybug-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5Y824gGFI/AAAAAAAAAls/DZLMkqneMdY/s320/Ladybug-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5ZDOHxjHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NF7MlY8m0yc/s1600-h/Ladybug-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5ZDOHxjHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/NF7MlY8m0yc/s320/Ladybug-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Finished Products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5ZLLxrZJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C5bTMkOWsec/s1600-h/Ladybug-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5ZLLxrZJI/AAAAAAAAAl8/C5bTMkOWsec/s320/Ladybug-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn syrup will give the pictures a shiny textured look when it dries.  These take a long time to dry completely, I would recommend leaving them for atleast 24 hours before touching the painted areas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-4827130796068239967?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/4827130796068239967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=4827130796068239967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4827130796068239967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/4827130796068239967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladybug-craft.html' title='Ladybug Craft'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf5aPW_s_xI/AAAAAAAAAmE/XWwmuhLPpg4/s72-c/Ladybug-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5619561899513097987</id><published>2009-05-03T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Complete Tiling, Check</title><content type='html'>Curt had Friday off of work and we were able to knock one more item of the to-do list, a big one that's been lagging on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; The tiling.&amp;nbsp; We tiled the backsplashes in the laundry, kitchen &amp;amp; en-suite, around the jet tub and then grouted everything including the shower in the en-suite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf2t1sYh2RI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TghhY8JDdhw/s1600-h/Kitchen+Tile-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf2t1sYh2RI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TghhY8JDdhw/s400/Kitchen+Tile-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week Curt installed the last 3 sinks and toilet, finished up some behind the scenes plumbing work that the inspector wasn't happy with and started installing closet doors.&amp;nbsp; Curt seems to have gotten his drive back, I'm quite sure mine is still missing but since he's working, I'm working.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The progress means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to return my parents tile saw that I've been borrowing since tiling began in &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html"&gt;November&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All of the tools were moved out of the house, into the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less chance of sleeping on sand.&amp;nbsp; All of the grit from an unfinished ensuite woud get tracked into our bedroom and it was the last thing we stepped on before getting into bed.&amp;nbsp; Clean sheets didn't last one day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had my first bath in the jet tub since we finished the main bath in &lt;a href="http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/02/organizing-could-start-getting-fun.html"&gt;February&lt;/a&gt;, wonderful!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to close our plumbing permit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I now have 5 sinks &amp;amp; 3 toilets to clean.&amp;nbsp; Who's idea was this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only trim &amp;amp; closets to finish on the main level, plus lots of touch-up painting and a few other things I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the outside work begin.&amp;nbsp; Cleanup, landscaping, gardening, decks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;97% done????&amp;nbsp; We will see in the next couple weeks.&amp;nbsp; Show me the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5619561899513097987?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/5619561899513097987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=5619561899513097987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5619561899513097987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5619561899513097987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/05/complete-tiling-check.html' title='Complete Tiling, Check'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sf2t1sYh2RI/AAAAAAAAAlU/TghhY8JDdhw/s72-c/Kitchen+Tile-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-939469791939370303</id><published>2009-04-30T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:25:00.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Documentaries</title><content type='html'>I may have mentioned before that Curt and I watch a lot of movies.&amp;nbsp; We tend to stay away from mainstream movies and watch a bit of the alternative.&amp;nbsp; We absolutely love a good documentary, a chance to get a gimps into a world you would never otherwise experience.&amp;nbsp; Here are five of our favorite documentaries.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0007V6IUS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0007V6IUS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dogtown and the Z-Boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B0007V6IUS" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B0007V6IUS?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0007V6IUS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sfmr-H8HgqI/AAAAAAAAAko/-4XSV9g0S7o/s320/5175J7RCFAL._SL160_.jpg" /&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; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000HLDFR2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000HLDFR2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wordplay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000HLDFR2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000HLDFR2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfmvWPJmxjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Ew65EsTkeaI/s320/516t8NeyrRL._SL160_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000BJ7BDE?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000BJ7BDE"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murderball&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000BJ7BDE" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000BJ7BDE?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000BJ7BDE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfmwcAATSCI/AAAAAAAAAk4/pz3M9npy6K8/s320/Murderball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000XQ4HR8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000XQ4HR8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The King of Kong: Fistful of Quarters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000XQ4HR8" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000XQ4HR8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000XQ4HR8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sfmx-_HdR9I/AAAAAAAAAlA/4oAR_r7NvDg/s320/king+of+kong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000XQ4HR8?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000XQ4HR8"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grizzly Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.ca/e/ir?t=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=15&amp;amp;a=B000BNV8OI" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B000BNV8OI?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=lifonranrel-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=15121&amp;amp;creative=330641&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000BNV8OI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sfmy9MS8gzI/AAAAAAAAAlI/j4S1kJdJe8o/s320/Grizzly+man.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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/31275920-939469791939370303?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/939469791939370303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=939469791939370303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/939469791939370303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/939469791939370303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/top-5-documentaries.html' title='Top 5 Documentaries'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sfmr-H8HgqI/AAAAAAAAAko/-4XSV9g0S7o/s72-c/5175J7RCFAL._SL160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-6166505017619859168</id><published>2009-04-26T07:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:05:42.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>There's a Rat in The House</title><content type='html'>A Pack Rat that is, and its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlRp1v3NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VPvJzfz96V4/s1600-h/Basement-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlRp1v3NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VPvJzfz96V4/s320/Basement-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every time I go into my basement and look at the piles of "stuff" sitting down there I think man this is all just junk and I don't really want it.&amp;nbsp; Then I go and look at the boxes of "stuff" left in M&amp;amp;S's garage that I still have to collect and I have the same thoughts.&amp;nbsp; For the most part the things that I love and use are upstairs being loved and used and whats left downstairs is extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlXB0hd2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/g6mUVRXcHOs/s1600-h/Basement-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlXB0hd2I/AAAAAAAAAkI/g6mUVRXcHOs/s320/Basement-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've decided that now is the time to start getting rid of some of my collected treasures (aka junk). I am going to partake in a garage sale in the next month or so and get rid of as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;My purging adventure has been a bit like a roller coaster ride I will have a day were I feel like I'm doing really good and getting rid of alot and then the next day I can't seem to get rid of things I know I should.&amp;nbsp; I think I need someone to come over and tell me its ok to let go of some of this stuff.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I have not gone back into the "get rid of" pile and rescued anything (please don't let me do this).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlLET0PjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ga6j_ySFw8c/s1600-h/Basement-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlLET0PjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Ga6j_ySFw8c/s320/Basement-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curt did remind me that this is not my only opportunity to purge the excess and that it will be OK if I go back at another time and get rid of the rest.&amp;nbsp; That actually lifted a weight off my shoulders, I will just do what I can now and then at a later date I will do this again and be able to let go of some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-6166505017619859168?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/6166505017619859168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=6166505017619859168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6166505017619859168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/6166505017619859168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-rat-in-house.html' title='There&apos;s a Rat in The House'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SfRlRp1v3NI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VPvJzfz96V4/s72-c/Basement-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-3995375177850388826</id><published>2009-04-22T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:13:21.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>Fingerpainting</title><content type='html'>Feeling the need for a post but I can't find any words so here are some photos of the girls fingerpainting this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Se8XuJZuE6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/IpDx78qbEgM/s400/Finger+Painting-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Se8Xx0eK0eI/AAAAAAAAAjw/efkVsEKnPD0/s1600-h/Finger+Painting-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Se8Xx0eK0eI/AAAAAAAAAjw/efkVsEKnPD0/s400/Finger+Painting-3.jpg" /&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/31275920-3995375177850388826?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/3995375177850388826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=3995375177850388826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3995375177850388826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/3995375177850388826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/fingerpainting.html' title='Fingerpainting'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Se8XaVnyRJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/s9h6PJPzv6k/s72-c/Finger+Painting-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8847109201672565661</id><published>2009-04-20T06:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:06:26.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works for Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snacks'/><title type='text'>Muffin Tin Monday</title><content type='html'>I'm always on the lookout for fun snacks for the girls.  In my searches I've come across &lt;a href="http://michellesjournalcorner.blogspot.com/search/label/Muffin%20Tin%20Monday"&gt;Muffin Tin Monday&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://michellesjournalcorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Her Cup Overfloweth&lt;/a&gt;.  The idea is that an entire meal or snack be served from a muffin tin on Monday.  Each week she gives you a different theme for the snack/meal and the people participating will post a photo and description of what they served.  I've gotten lots of neat ideas from this.  I have tried out Muffin Tin Snacks on the girls but I'm not sure it has ever been on a Monday.  They enjoy this snack with a variety of foods looking around and picking their favorite items first.  Nollie especially likes the colour themes.  It allows me to easily see that I'm giving a variety of food groups and I don't feel bad about throwing in a couple Smarties or M&amp;amp;Ms because I know they're eating their Vegies too.  The best part about it is that I have to work my mind and be a little bit creative if I have a theme to work on.  I use a 12 muffin tray and give each girl 6 of the spots on either side.  They then sit across from eachother at there little table and pick away at it.  I do find I get a bit carried away with the amount that I give for a snack, when there are 6 items you don't need very much of each one.  The last time I used mini muffin tins and I kept the portions to a more reasonable size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my muffin tin snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRjps7XI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6M8iU9bQf-E/s1600-h/MTM-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRjps7XI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6M8iU9bQf-E/s320/MTM-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326757005714320754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orange:  fish crackers, cheese, carrots, cantaloupe, orange, Smarties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRmn_yQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pm-JNKJ0zJM/s1600-h/MTM-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRmn_yQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pm-JNKJ0zJM/s320/MTM-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326757006512474370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St Patrick's Day:  cucumber, broccoli, ranch dip, kiwi, Smarties, milk in a green cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRyV-4WI/AAAAAAAAAjA/VREQbOppeVk/s1600-h/MTM-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRyV-4WI/AAAAAAAAAjA/VREQbOppeVk/s320/MTM-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326757009658143074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini Tin:  Cucumber, tomatoes, ham, fish crackers, pickles, cheese&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/31275920-8847109201672565661?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847109201672565661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8847109201672565661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8847109201672565661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8847109201672565661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/muffin-tin-monday.html' title='Muffin Tin Monday'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SexxRjps7XI/AAAAAAAAAiw/6M8iU9bQf-E/s72-c/MTM-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-833236078800970867</id><published>2009-04-15T07:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:17:33.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday'/><title type='text'>A Day At Grandma &amp; Grandpa's Farm</title><content type='html'>&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SeXdJI9pMCI/AAAAAAAAAiY/0zsqfq_MS30/s1600-h/Farm-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I however have a memory like a goldfish and forget that list long before the next years festivities.  I thought maybe if I wrote it down I had a better chance of keeping the ideas for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get the kids home &amp;amp; t0 bed at a decent hour the night before you have full day of festivities planned.  Really I know this already but I have a hard time leaving my Mom &amp;amp; Dad's house when we're all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Easter egg hunt is fun, keep it on the tradition list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not put starter treats in the Easter basket if you want a 1 &amp;amp; 2 year old to be interested in an egg hunt.  Eating Distraction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't buy so much candy!  The girls do not need a sample of every candy made on Easter morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding cool non-candy items that fit in the little plastic eggs is not easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring an egg along when shopping as a size reference so you don't buy items that are too big to fit in the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan ahead and make something crafty.  (or actually pick a craft and make it rather than looking at every single crafty Easter related item you could make for the girls and not making any)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone ahead to see what the host needs you to bring.  There were an abundance of desserts at both events.  I guess we all had sweets on the brain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't eat so much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't buy so much candy!  Wait did I say that already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Since we are at the beginning of our life as a family and still developing our family traditions I'm trying to decide what to keep for next year and what to change.  The last two years we have just done an egg hunt for the girls using plastic eggs.  The eggs included both candy treats and small non-candy treats (stickers, stretchy bunnies, etc).  I like the egg hunt &amp;amp; don't want to give it up but I also consider giving a small gift in addition.  I don't think the girls need a present at each holiday but if I'm going to get them something I could probably come up with a better idea that just candy. I would like to get something non candy related but without just buying the girls more "stuff".  By limiting myself to what can fit in a plastic egg I find myself just buying an item just because it will fit in the egg.  Maybe I could make them an Easter dress of get them some art/craft supplies, maybe I just need to get a little more creative with what can go in a plastic egg.  I'm not sure what next Easter will bring, I guess I have a whole year to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you give for Easter or what did you get as a child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-2333457118692228728?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/2333457118692228728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=2333457118692228728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2333457118692228728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/2333457118692228728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-next-easter.html' title='For Next Easter...'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-976144056084858569</id><published>2009-04-09T06:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:55:12.496-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Me'/><title type='text'>Happy Where I Am</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the girls &amp;amp; I took a trip to the city to visit a good friend of mine and see her new baby R.  It was another of those trips where I lug my camera along and not take a single photo.  By the time I remembered the camera we were packing up to go and no one was in the mood for photos.  I must remember next time that photos come first while everyone is happy.  It was such a nice visit and just like every other time I found myself wondering why we don't get together more often, we're not that far away from one another.  Maybe now that we're both at home moms and sitting at home every day of the week bored with nothing to do we can find the time to get together more often, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice visit including coffee &amp;amp; lunch I had to pack up the girls to head home.  They were both tired, it was nap time and not really the time for a successful shopping experience but I just had two stores to stop at since we were in the city and I had a list &amp;amp; knew exactly what I needed.  Easy right?  NOT!  Who goes shopping with kids?  It's ridiculous, not fun at all.  At the fabric store I walked out with nothing at all (probably a good thing for the pocket book) but I had a few things I needed and I'm sure they were in the store if I could have found them.  There were no carts in the store of course, and Luca did not want to be held, Nollie did want to be held, Nollie wanted to hold hands with her sister, Luca did not want to hold hands.  After a bout 10 minutes of slowly wandering around the store (my children move like turtles)  both girls were screaming and crying and it was time to leave empty handed.  OK, a couple groceries next.  The girls get loaded directly from their car seats to the carts &amp;amp; I arm myself with multiple snacks &amp;amp; drinks.  After getting slightly distracted by the unnecessaries in the giant sized grocery store I remember that I have a limited window here where the girls are content and I rush over to get my shopping done.  All snacks were used up and it was a successful trip.  Well that went so well that I think I'll hop over to giant craft store extravaganza.  I can think of absolutely nothing that I need there but since I'm in the city I should just take a quick loop through the store and I'm sure they have carts.  They had carts but that lasted about two minutes.  Luca neeeeded out then Nollie neeeeded out and we were pushing an empty shopping cart around a supersized store at a turtles pace with screams &amp;amp; complants sprinkled throughout.  We left the store nearly empty handed &amp;amp; I was mad at myself for going to the store in the first place.  Did I really need to waste an hour of my life to buy nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were again strapped into their car seats and we were on our way home.  They were both asleep shortly after we pulled out of the parking lot, thank goodness.  That extra hour wasted had pushed us  to the beginnings of rush hour, agh.  As I tried to get out of the city I found myself in the same state of mind that Curt &amp;amp; I always get to when we go into the city.  "Why the $%^&amp;amp; does anyone live here, this is rediculous.  What, so your have the opportunity to consume more things, at any hour of the day, whenever the impulse strikes."  "So your neighbours can see right in your windows, and your practically share yards with everyone around you" "It takes twice as long to get half the distance, you have people nearly smashing into you because they're driving like maniacs"  "Do these people actully want to live here?  Why would anyone choose this?"  I was raging, I had a million other reasons why I would never want to live in the city again going through my head.  As I finally got out of the craziness and onto my quiet Garden Valley Road the rage lifted and I started to relax.  I know each person has their own idea of what the perfect life entales.  I'm sure many would and do wonder why we would live so far down an old dirt road near a town where you can't buy everything you need.  Why we would sacrifice a year plus of our life to be able to have the house that we want on a piece of land.  How we can stand the quiet and they would have a million reasons why they would not want to live here.  Each trip to the city I am reminded that I am more than happy with my life, with where I am living and the choices Curt &amp;amp; I are making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the drive enjoying the scenery, the quite picture of two sleeping girl in my rear view and being alone with my thoughts.  Content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-976144056084858569?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/976144056084858569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=976144056084858569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/976144056084858569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/976144056084858569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-where-i-am.html' title='Happy Where I Am'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7687089394312724598</id><published>2009-04-05T22:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Siding Complete / My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've now finished the siding, its complete, done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBb2C1qDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TluXeZJxNQc/s1600-h/Siding-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBb2C1qDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TluXeZJxNQc/s320/Siding-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426750078822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a separate note here are some photos of the girls  I took today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBczbhqkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fYGlUNxQlEY/s1600-h/Siding-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBczbhqkI/AAAAAAAAAhw/fYGlUNxQlEY/s320/Siding-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426766556932674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBcVTtq3I/AAAAAAAAAho/ufe8ZHcxqG8/s1600-h/Siding-3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBcVTtq3I/AAAAAAAAAho/ufe8ZHcxqG8/s320/Siding-3-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426758471101298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBcOfi97I/AAAAAAAAAhY/j1QqUmxFoJc/s1600-h/Siding-2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBcOfi97I/AAAAAAAAAhY/j1QqUmxFoJc/s320/Siding-2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426756641683378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBccKJsHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oPQcizhnGL4/s1600-h/Siding-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBccKJsHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/oPQcizhnGL4/s320/Siding-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321426760310042738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7687089394312724598?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7687089394312724598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7687089394312724598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7687089394312724598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7687089394312724598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/04/siding-complete-my-girls.html' title='Siding Complete / My Girls'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SdmBb2C1qDI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TluXeZJxNQc/s72-c/Siding-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7097416783386226444</id><published>2009-03-31T07:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Siding Update</title><content type='html'>We've nearly finished the siding now.  I think Curt said there are 19 rows left on the East wall.  Curt has gone back to work this week so we are back to working only evenings &amp;amp; weekends.  We should hopefully finish up the siding this weekend.  We are both exhausted, more Curt than me I'm sure, since he was outside working more than me.  Its alot of work going every day like that.  Curt felt like he was sleeping in each day by getting up at 7:30 rather than 5:30 but with Kyle here there wasn't much sitting around in the am.  They worked 8-5 or 6 every day and most days it was below zero until close to lunch time.  Working outside in the cold is not fun, I generally just got misserable being out there when it was cold.  If I wore my rubber boots I felt like I was walking on ice and if I wore my shoes my feet got wet &amp;amp; cold.  Once my feet were cold my whole body was cold and I got grouchy.  If I rememberd to put an extra layer on I was usually ok but since it is March and not December it wasn't my first instict to layer up.   I would have to say that siding in March is not ideal.  It would have been much easier if it was 25'C outside and dry around the house but we just want to reach that magic 97% done and it will be a great to cross this big one off the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a treat to have Curt home for the two weeks, I know the girls really enjoyed it.  Every time the door would open Luca would say "Dada?"  Nice to see him in the morning and at lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have to catch up on all the things that were left undone.  Yesterday was a huge grocery shoping trip, and today is the house.  I  have the task of finding my house under the mess that was created.  I was either busy trying to help of I figured why bother, another round of mud is just going to come into the house in a couple hours.  Today is the day to get the mud out and get it all cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post a picture of the front later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-7097416783386226444?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/7097416783386226444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=7097416783386226444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7097416783386226444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/7097416783386226444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/03/siding-update.html' title='Siding Update'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-5696211658584326036</id><published>2009-03-23T20:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><title type='text'>Half Way There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKrskuPiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CzYpO5iDKBQ/s1600-h/Siding-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKrskuPiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CzYpO5iDKBQ/s400/Siding-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581474670886434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have now completed over half of the siding.  I shouldn't say we since I haven't been much help outside.  These two girls of mine sure take a lot of time, energy &amp;amp; attention.  When I did try to get outside I spent more time getting the girls all dressed up in their outside spring attire (mud pants, boots, coat, possibly mitts &amp;amp; toque depending on the temp) and then undressing them and cleaning the mud off any exposed parts when we came inside than I did helping the guys.  My prissy little girls did not like having mud on their hands and needed their hands cleaned promptly when they realized they were dirty.  I think they will come around to playing in the mud, they better because that will be their outside life for this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKgNO9jAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jGVuh41KFpw/s1600-h/Siding-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKgNO9jAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/jGVuh41KFpw/s320/Siding-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581277279554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a couple days outside to assist thanks to each Grandma for taking a day to watch the girls.  It has been great to have Kyle here helping Curt, well worth the money.  This is definitely a two man job and we would barely be started if he wasn't here.  Plus we've learned a few building tricks from him so that's a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKhINMvaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Btv9vUQ512o/s1600-h/Siding-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKhINMvaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Btv9vUQ512o/s320/Siding-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581293109853602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mud hasn't been much fun to work in, we are all carrying an extra 10Lbs on each foot and everything is covered in mud.  The dump of snow yesterday really didn't help either.  It was just starting to dry up around the house and now it is mud city once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKhINMvaI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Btv9vUQ512o/s1600-h/Siding-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-5696211658584326036?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/5696211658584326036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=5696211658584326036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5696211658584326036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/5696211658584326036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/03/half-way-there.html' title='Half Way There'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/SchKrskuPiI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CzYpO5iDKBQ/s72-c/Siding-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-8423057178571576454</id><published>2009-03-19T07:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:46:21.103-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>An Ode to Jode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMR5l79gI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dnQxtN-ZwFc/s1600-h/Dad-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMR5l79gI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dnQxtN-ZwFc/s320/Dad-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894380652033538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRjnyu_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/uzF7b4yEET8/s1600-h/Dad-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRjnyu_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/uzF7b4yEET8/s320/Dad-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894374754237426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leather Paws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRsCi6XI/AAAAAAAAAgY/59tyCJ6ayhc/s1600-h/Dad-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRsCi6XI/AAAAAAAAAgY/59tyCJ6ayhc/s320/Dad-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894377013930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Jody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRiJ7dYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XMXCqpgRIaw/s1600-h/Dad-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRiJ7dYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XMXCqpgRIaw/s320/Dad-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894374360544642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa Jode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRDMoDzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/VEKc2EHuX18/s1600-h/Dad-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMRDMoDzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/VEKc2EHuX18/s320/Dad-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314894366050357042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dad&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/31275920-8423057178571576454?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/8423057178571576454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=8423057178571576454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8423057178571576454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/8423057178571576454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-jode.html' title='An Ode to Jode'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/ScJMR5l79gI/AAAAAAAAAgo/dnQxtN-ZwFc/s72-c/Dad-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-1929964591471082188</id><published>2009-03-17T08:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:05:59.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Build'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Siding / Anniversary Wishes</title><content type='html'>Today we start back to work on the house.  The Siding has been delivered and Curt has the next 2 weeks off work to put it up.  We have a helper coming out since siding isn't really a one man job especially the fiber cement board that we're using and I have to tend to the girls and can't be out helping the whole time.  Having a paid helper will keep us working, no lazy mornings and late starts with lots of breaks, its back to the grind.  I'm excited to see some progress again, especially something big and visual like siding however I don't really want to do the work.  Right now I feel like a kid and in my head I'm saying "I don't wana go to work"  I'm sure once we get going I'll be OK.  Every project we finish gets us one step closer to done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to my Mom &amp;amp; Dad today!&lt;br /&gt;Look at all you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sb-1YeHi5OI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oD9UN5_gzkU/s1600-h/Martins-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sb-1YeHi5OI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oD9UN5_gzkU/s320/Martins-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314165517326673122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31275920-1929964591471082188?l=marcijo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/feeds/1929964591471082188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31275920&amp;postID=1929964591471082188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1929964591471082188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31275920/posts/default/1929964591471082188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcijo.blogspot.com/2009/03/siding-anniversary-wishes.html' title='Siding / Anniversary Wishes'/><author><name>Marci</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13722732326174229420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/S4XJlBHEeyI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ms6yWRqoBg4/S220/marci.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79DazHImzPA/Sb-1YeHi5OI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oD9UN5_gzkU/s72-c/Martins-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31275920.post-7028954255864967828</id><published>2009-03-15T07:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:05:47.000-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing'/><title type='text'>Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am thinking I need a new bag solution. I left the house the other day with my girls myself and bags. I had the diaper bag, the snack bag,  an extra bag containing library books and outgoing mail and the stack of empty cloth grocery bags to be returned to the van. All those bags and I forgot just one more... my purse. I had my big weekly grocery trip planned for the day and no money.  I really didn't want to have to drive home to get my purse and then back to town, it would have wasted a half hour driving time and then we would have to have lunch at home before returning and I would be grocery shopping during nap time and the shopping trip would be even less enjoyable.  Thankfully Curt works in town so I was able to go get some money from him. I get so frustrated when I forget things or can't find things and it seems to be happening alot lately. I need to get everything organized!&lt;/p&gt; I think I need to start carting less things back &amp;amp; forth to the van. I don't know about the whole diaper bag.  Right now it holds a spair outfit for Nollie and a diaper &amp;amp; outfit for Luca at the least. Maybe I should just keep this in the van and save myself packing it back &amp;amp; forth every trip because generally it doesn't even get touched. Sometimes, however I need to pack more diapers and extra panties &amp;amp; pants for Nollie if we're going for a long day out or PJ's if it will be a late night. What would I do if the bag was in the van and I needed extras? I've started using a seperate snack bag wich includes a Nollie &amp;amp; Luca's water bottles and a snack. I could put this into the diaper bag (I used to) but I don't really need to bring the whole diaper bag into play group any more for diapers or changing clothes so if we have a seperate bag I can leave the daiper bag in the van and only get it if the need arises and bring the snack bag inside. Usually I get Nollie to carry the snack bag anyway. My purse is just a small little thing right now, big enough to hold my wallet and that's it. Now my wallet is a bit of a monstrosity holding all the cards that I really don't use but maybe I will, however that's another story. I kinda like the small purse right now because it keeps me from carrying extra stuff that I  don't need. My purse gets hung on the hanger with my coat so I generally don't forget it. I then have a pile of stuff that doesn't fit into any other bag but needs to come with me so I grab another cloth tote bag and fill it with outgoing mail, library books to be returned, movies to be returned, my coffee cup or water bottle etc. So on a simple trip I'm leaving the house with four bags. Oh don't forget the camera. If anything eventfull may happen I also cart the camera bag/box.  I don't pick up the camera the whole trip and then I cart it back into the house. Seems a bit ridiculous. I know Curt would be quick to tell me it is. Maybe If I started using a bigger purse I would have room for more odds &amp;amp; ends like outgoing mail or snacks.  Perhaps this means I need to buy a new bag, the perfect bag, or make one, with new fabric and a new pattern.  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