<?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-2965438445904389606</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:11:47.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging On The Poarch</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog will contain a little of everything going on in my life.  You'll read about my girls, homeschooling, doula work, birth, and much, much more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7091752112769157491</id><published>2009-07-08T10:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:31:46.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still here. I am down from 2 posts a week to about 2 a month. Oh well. Summer is such a lazy time and I really don't have much time to be on the computer with a 7 month old crawling all over the house. I think this is the time when most women lose their pregnancy weight. I am up and down constantly to bring Eliza back where she should be or take something away from her. Miriam recently got her ears pierced. She has wanted that done for years and originally I had said "Wait until you are 7", thinking that was so far away. then 7 came and I was not ready for her to do it. From now on I will say 18 for everything.  I got to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; though and it is such a little thing really. Most women have their ears pierced. I do, but I never wear earrings. of course, I don't a wear any jewelry except my wedding rings and one other ring. She did extremely well and did not even flinch. She is very proud of them so I guess she was ready. Lily is my child that is most into things and clumsy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strong-willed&lt;/span&gt;, but I have noticed lately how polite she is and so intelligent. She often says "yes ma'am" and wants to help. Last night I told her to do something and at first she said no and then a few minutes later she said" I changed my mind and I'm going to obey you." That child is something else!&lt;br /&gt;I am having a birthday this Friday. I'm not too ashamed to say how old- 32. The age itself does not bother me, but it is kinda hard to believe when you just don't feel it inside. It is also weird when you are talking to 20 somethings and realize how much older and more mature you are. Age is a funny thing. I just hope that I am wiser now than I was 10 years ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7091752112769157491?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7091752112769157491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7091752112769157491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7091752112769157491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7091752112769157491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-im-still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6571553469471486491</id><published>2009-06-18T10:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:02:30.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWblHCiyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hXkuD6fQxSs/s1600-h/100_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348682539273980706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWblHCiyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hXkuD6fQxSs/s320/100_2477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWbeReG8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7ZIUJfkfeJw/s1600-h/100_2620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348682537438682050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWbeReG8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7ZIUJfkfeJw/s320/100_2620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWbKB5XHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YO3q_i4cFGA/s1600-h/100_2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348682532004650098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWbKB5XHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/YO3q_i4cFGA/s320/100_2606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6571553469471486491?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6571553469471486491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6571553469471486491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6571553469471486491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6571553469471486491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-pics.html' title='Current Pics'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SjpWblHCiyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/hXkuD6fQxSs/s72-c/100_2477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6198990403337517099</id><published>2009-06-15T13:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:56:06.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>If I have any readers left- I'm so sorry for not posting lately.  I just feel like I haven't had time to sit down and write.  Yes, we got into our new house.  the closing was just postponed a couple of days and then it went smoothly.  We are all still getting used to everything.  Of course, my parents are now living with us and that takes some getting used to.  Thankfully we all have private areas.  Eliza is growing like a weed.  She will be 7 months old this week, but looks and acts like a 9-10 month old.  She started crawling and then a few days later started pulling up.  She also has 6 teeth already.  I have pictures and will post some of the girls and house soon ( I think I said that before and didn't follow through).  I have been getting ready to teach 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade to Miriam also.  We went to a book sale this past weekend and I got everything but the workbooks.  I am also signing her up under &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Homelife&lt;/span&gt; Academy this year instead of the county school board.  I wasn't very pleased with them last year.  Miriam has also gotten a kitten.  Dapper Dan ran away when we moved to our rental and we promised her a new kitten after we moved.  So now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; Bullet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poarch&lt;/span&gt; is a part of our family.  Lily is just a joy.  She can be so much trouble, but she makes me laugh everyday.  She is really enjoying having her grandparents around.&lt;br /&gt;We have been here about a month now and are still getting settled in, but it has become our home.  Dad already has a garden planted with the veggies already coming up.  The girls are actually getting a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;" bedroom.  We painted it purple, the got a new trundle bed, and are getting pink &amp;amp; purple velvet curtains.  This is the first time they have slept in their own room.  It is nice, but I do miss having them near me although they are just across the hall.  I hope to post more often now, but no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6198990403337517099?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6198990403337517099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6198990403337517099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6198990403337517099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6198990403337517099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/06/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7123520624854012750</id><published>2009-05-15T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:35:38.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Postponed</title><content type='html'>Well, we were all set to close on our new house today, but something came up.  The appraiser thought the value of the home was a little less than were offered and the bank decided not to notice that until Wed.  So the sellers had to quickly lower the price for us and we signed some more paperwork.  Now, the papers have to be sent back through the bank, mortgage insurance, etc. so there is no way to close today.  All we know is hopefully sometime next week.  We already have the utilities switched, moving trucks lined up, mail forwarded, etc.  Somebody did not do their job, because if they had seen this 2 weeks ago when the appraisal was done, we could still close today.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;Eliza is doing so much now.  She will be 6 months old Sunday.  I am feeding her a little.  She can sit up by herself and moves around really well, but is not quite crawling yet.  Miriam and Lily both seem to have shot up lately.  They are both so tall and skinny.  I am so looking forward to seeing them run around our 2.5acres this summer, climbing in the apple trees, and helping in the garden.  Whoever wants to come visit after we move is welcome.  I really love the place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7123520624854012750?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7123520624854012750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7123520624854012750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7123520624854012750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7123520624854012750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/05/postponed.html' title='Postponed'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-9165910754103218852</id><published>2009-04-22T11:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:21:43.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Link</title><content type='html'>Sorry that my old link didn't work. Try this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1051-Lovelady-Rd_Soddy-Daisy_TN_37379_1105122111"&gt;http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1051-Lovelady-Rd_Soddy-Daisy_TN_37379_1105122111&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-9165910754103218852?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/9165910754103218852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=9165910754103218852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/9165910754103218852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/9165910754103218852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-link.html' title='New Link'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1019981096849360458</id><published>2009-04-21T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:03:09.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Well, we have finally found it.  We made an offer last night and it was accepted today.  We offered them quite a bit less so we are extremely happy that they accepted.  It is a little far out, but close to I 27.  Here is a link to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MLS&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.mlsarealistings.com/(yekbuongjnyi0o45wddakw55)/propertyDetails.aspx?mls=1119795"&gt;http://www.mlsarealistings.com/(yekbuongjnyi0o45wddakw55)/propertyDetails.aspx?mls=1119795&lt;/a&gt; .  The pics really do not do it justice.  Plus we will have 2.5 acres which is great.  We close May 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  It is great to know that we will soon be settled into our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1019981096849360458?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1019981096849360458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1019981096849360458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1019981096849360458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1019981096849360458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2877302324284409696</id><published>2009-04-12T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:32:49.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad, Neglected Little Blog</title><content type='html'>I feel like as long as I post once a week I'm doing good.  But I am not posting lately even when there is something important going on.  I want to post pics of Miriam's birthday stuff, but haven't done that.  Me and mom took Miriam and 2 friends to the American Girl store in Atlanta.  While I think Miriam enjoyed it, I ask myself why I wanted to take 3 young girls (plus Eliza) on a 2 hour drive, shop in a store for 2 hours, spend way to much money on food there, and then have a 2 hour drive back.  Everyone was pretty good for me and the baby did well, but it was still a lot of trouble.  Will Miriam still remember and appreciate this when she is older?? &lt;br /&gt;April 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was our wedding anniversary.  We've been married 9 years.  It feels like forever and yet doesn't feel like 9 years could have passed.  So much has happened and it has all gone too fast.  In those 9 years we have been through so much- good and bad, happy and sad.  I think I know Jeremy pretty well and yet he still manages to surprise me sometimes.  We have had a good marriage and I have never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regretted&lt;/span&gt; marrying him.  We celebrated by eating dinner out without the kids on Saturday.  We couldn't go too far or be out too long since Eliza is still young.  I chose the Broad Street Grill at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chattanoogan&lt;/span&gt; hotel to eat at.  I always choose a very expensive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; on my anniversary and birthday.  I looked at their menu and it looked very good and I also found a 25% off coupon on line.  The food was absolutely delicious.  I am so glad I chose to go there.  Last year, I was disappointed with where we went, but this year the food was great, presented very well, and timed just right.  It was everything I would want when I pay that much for a meal.  It was also not very busy so we had a semi-private date.  So that is my plug for that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;- I may even go back for my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2877302324284409696?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2877302324284409696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2877302324284409696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2877302324284409696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2877302324284409696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-neglected-little-blog.html' title='Sad, Neglected Little Blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3435485293718588557</id><published>2009-03-28T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:25:12.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7- the perfect number?</title><content type='html'>My oldest child turned 7 today.  How and when did this happen?  I made her what she wanted to for lunch - BBQ, potatoes, fried okra, and garlic bread.  I love it when she prefers the way I make things.    She also wanted a strawberry cake with strawberry icing and Birthday cake ice cream.  Something I'm not tempted to eat much of.  I didn't get her a gift.  her gift is coming next Saturday when I take her and 2 friends to the American Girl store in Atlanta to eat and shop.  I'm looking forward to it myself.  She plans to buy another doll and she has saved up enough money to do this.  She has been going to an American Girl Book Club with other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;home schoolers&lt;/span&gt; lately and has really enjoyed it.  We have been reading Samantha books.  I also bought her the Molly Mystery Game online the other day for $5.  It was on sale and free shipping.  She should get that next week.  I think I'm a little American Girl crazy myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3435485293718588557?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3435485293718588557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3435485293718588557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3435485293718588557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3435485293718588557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-perfect-number.html' title='7- the perfect number?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5686125524525308633</id><published>2009-03-23T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:25:44.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a teether</title><content type='html'>Eliza has her 2 bottom teeth coming in.  I know how often I have said how fast my children are growing.  Eliza seems to be on fast forward.  As I do feel she may be my last, I had been hoping she would be slower, but instead she is reaching milestones faster than my other 2 who were both at the front end anyway.  She just turned 4 months old and has 2 teeth broken through and is rolling.  She just in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; few days will roll from front to back and then to front again.  Why????  I love her to death and I want her to stay a baby.  She already doesn't really seem like a baby.  She is wearing 6-9 months clothes.  I just feel like crying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5686125524525308633?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5686125524525308633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5686125524525308633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5686125524525308633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5686125524525308633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-teether.html' title='I have a teether'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5325734086701440602</id><published>2009-03-20T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:06:48.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is so me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ScPabmzLcVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7eeQIKNohWk/s1600-h/maxine.3617506125"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315332153033847122" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ScPabmzLcVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7eeQIKNohWk/s400/maxine.3617506125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this in an e-mail from a friend. This is so me! I do not "wash" the dishes per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;, but I do soak them in soapy water and scrub them. In my experience dishwashers do not get all the stuck on stuff off so I make sure there is no food on them before they go in. I am a little anal about this (just ask my husband), but that's the way I like it! Maxine has my sort of humor. I have loved her since I was a teenager!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5325734086701440602?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5325734086701440602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5325734086701440602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5325734086701440602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5325734086701440602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-me.html' title='This is so me!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ScPabmzLcVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7eeQIKNohWk/s72-c/maxine.3617506125' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7956885043328777048</id><published>2009-03-19T10:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:30:55.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Home</title><content type='html'>Well, we are moved in and getting settled.  The rental is not bad at all.  it is an older home, but has been remodeled.  It will just take some getting used to.  The bathroom is causing me some trouble since there is no shelves and the sink is a pedestal sink.  There is no where to put our soap, lotion, toothbrushes, etc.  There is also not a towel rack and the tub doesn't hold water for baths.  A lot of this is fixed by buying a few things, but again, not what I was used to.  We are still cleaning the old house.  We should finish that up today and we close tomorrow.  It is sad how much junk you accumulate.  We threw away so much stuff or it's going to Goodwill.  And this was just after being there 8 years.  Imagine if you've been somewhere 20 or 30 years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Jeremy's 32&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  I've already made him a cake and plan to cook our St. Patrick's Day dinner tonight (corn beef, cabbage, potatoes).  I haven't been cooking with all the moving and cleaning.  it will be nice to be "home" and eat a dinner I cooked tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7956885043328777048?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7956885043328777048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7956885043328777048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7956885043328777048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7956885043328777048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporarily-home.html' title='Temporarily Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2046400633057595203</id><published>2009-03-14T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:08:58.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted much lately, but I've been so busy.  We had a place lined up to temporarily move to, but that fell through on Thursday night.  So we scrambled and were blessed to find a place today to rent that we can move into on Monday and pay month to month.  I say blessed because I prayed hard for God to take care of this and the lady rented to us on the spot without checking our references or credit.  It is okay if we stay one month or longer and the house is actually cute.  We are moving to a small house in Red Bank until we can find a home to buy.  We also have some friends from church who are moving Monday- the same day as us into Red Bank.  So tonight I check to see how close they are going to be and they are literally 5 houses down on the other side of the street.  Our house has its mailbox on a different street, but our driveway is on their street.  Now tell me God didn't have a hand in that! &lt;br /&gt;Everything has been so crazy- packing, looking for a new house, now finally finding a rental and moving into it.  Miriam has just been doing the basics of homeschooling- math, reading, language, and every now and then her other subjects.  I hope that counts!!  Eliza will be four months old in a few days.  Time goes too fast.  Miriam will be 7 at the end of the month.  Why do they have to grow up??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2046400633057595203?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2046400633057595203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2046400633057595203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2046400633057595203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2046400633057595203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6819198108490182067</id><published>2009-03-10T14:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:15:38.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Disney</title><content type='html'>Our last day was at Epcot- World Showcase. Here are some pics at different countries-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexico &amp;amp; Morroco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sbasnrkhc0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sq_DJEBwlHI/s1600-h/100_2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622608240866114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sbasnrkhc0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sq_DJEBwlHI/s200/100_2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sbasm6hVYBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BWL9apRf8lw/s1600-h/100_2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622595074154514" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sbasm6hVYBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BWL9apRf8lw/s200/100_2314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italy &amp;amp; France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbasnexWp1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/W16of9J8yw0/s1600-h/100_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622604805023570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbasnexWp1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/W16of9J8yw0/s200/100_2353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbasmmYgG1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/zHqgvfPGlZA/s1600-h/100_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311622589668399954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbasmmYgG1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/zHqgvfPGlZA/s200/100_2309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatwskNq5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/55spsU7WiK4/s1600-h/100_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623862638455698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatwskNq5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/55spsU7WiK4/s200/100_2307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls picking oysters in Japan. I remember doing this when I went to Florida as a child.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatCw_yPRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aGTP0wIolrI/s1600-h/100_2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623073553857810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatCw_yPRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/aGTP0wIolrI/s200/100_2328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatDEuJMiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vCv8Cupedyc/s1600-h/100_2333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623078848573986" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatDEuJMiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vCv8Cupedyc/s200/100_2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatDnmDD7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JB8AHmKBRsA/s1600-h/100_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623088209858482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatDnmDD7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JB8AHmKBRsA/s200/100_2336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatCaAQm7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zhon4xWgR0M/s1600-h/100_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623067381832626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SbatCaAQm7I/AAAAAAAAAO4/zhon4xWgR0M/s200/100_2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6819198108490182067?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6819198108490182067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6819198108490182067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6819198108490182067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6819198108490182067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-disney.html' title='Last Disney'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sbasnrkhc0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/sq_DJEBwlHI/s72-c/100_2385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6653460247836642168</id><published>2009-03-01T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:03:08.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Announcement</title><content type='html'>I still have one more day of our vacation to post about, but I have some big news.  We sold our house this weekend.  It was so unexpected and so quick.  We got the minimum we would have accepted, but that is fine in this economy.  We have to be out in 3 weeks.  I have to pack, look for a new place, and do bank stuff on top of my normal things.  This will be a very busy 3 weeks.  So if I can't get together with anyone or do much, I hope you'll forgive me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6653460247836642168?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6653460247836642168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6653460247836642168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6653460247836642168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6653460247836642168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/03/important-announcement.html' title='Important Announcement'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4055253263018198936</id><published>2009-02-26T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:38:03.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney- Day 5</title><content type='html'>Days 5 &amp;amp; 6 were spent at Epcot. We did future World one day and the World showcase our last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oyFZJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/VbcvWvktX9w/s1600-h/100_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307269660634851138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oyFZJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/VbcvWvktX9w/s200/100_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living Seas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oiawUgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LLpoIbuu6Go/s1600-h/100_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307269656429482498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oiawUgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LLpoIbuu6Go/s200/100_2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oaOp10I/AAAAAAAAANw/VS4mSU8cqOc/s1600-h/100_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307269654231242562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oaOp10I/AAAAAAAAANw/VS4mSU8cqOc/s200/100_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the Garden Grill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oQbbRCI/AAAAAAAAANo/-KnwA87qgkU/s1600-h/100_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307269651600458786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oQbbRCI/AAAAAAAAANo/-KnwA87qgkU/s200/100_2281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oHFl7bI/AAAAAAAAANg/e0TH3JaKH80/s1600-h/100_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307269649092963762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oHFl7bI/AAAAAAAAANg/e0TH3JaKH80/s200/100_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4055253263018198936?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4055253263018198936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4055253263018198936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4055253263018198936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4055253263018198936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-day-5.html' title='Disney- Day 5'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/Sac1oyFZJ0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/VbcvWvktX9w/s72-c/100_2257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5497793885932351077</id><published>2009-02-24T17:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:53:10.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney- Day 4</title><content type='html'>Animal Kingdom was where we spent day 4.  You are probably getting tired of this, but at least I am blogging!  Here we are on Safari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5v8u8zoI/AAAAAAAAANY/YRBGL1-nt_M/s1600-h/100_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306500125613149826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5v8u8zoI/AAAAAAAAANY/YRBGL1-nt_M/s200/100_2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5d0wUcPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ypekt2ttfQw/s1600-h/100_2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499814233764082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5d0wUcPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Ypekt2ttfQw/s200/100_2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dn7uQ-I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZVErpX0DYgg/s1600-h/100_2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499810791932898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dn7uQ-I/AAAAAAAAANI/ZVErpX0DYgg/s200/100_2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily exploring while the big kids rode Mt. Everest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dmStDbI/AAAAAAAAANA/MoujdAWrC70/s1600-h/100_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499810351451570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dmStDbI/AAAAAAAAANA/MoujdAWrC70/s200/100_2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was this warm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dXZWGQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/y2j3kM1mgNw/s1600-h/100_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499806352775426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dXZWGQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/y2j3kM1mgNw/s200/100_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dEd8sbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LeKi-TjupK4/s1600-h/100_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499801271808434" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5dEd8sbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/LeKi-TjupK4/s200/100_2216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR47G9xUcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DJov48T9nJE/s1600-h/100_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499217826599362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR47G9xUcI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DJov48T9nJE/s200/100_2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR467icHPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XwGqLzxbqs4/s1600-h/100_2213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499214759173362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR467icHPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XwGqLzxbqs4/s200/100_2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR46cbLZDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2PF2LbWYS-A/s1600-h/100_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306499206407218226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR46cbLZDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2PF2LbWYS-A/s200/100_2248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5497793885932351077?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5497793885932351077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5497793885932351077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5497793885932351077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5497793885932351077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-day-4.html' title='Disney- Day 4'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaR5v8u8zoI/AAAAAAAAANY/YRBGL1-nt_M/s72-c/100_2222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8963823384636399730</id><published>2009-02-22T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:07:47.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World- 3rd day</title><content type='html'>Our 3rd day was at Hollywood studios. We saw the stunt shows, ate at Hollywood &amp;amp; Vine, and&lt;br /&gt;rode some rides.&lt;br /&gt;Characters we met- Prince Caspian, June, Monsters Inc, Toy Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISZTdEyEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X6FFAr4pt34/s1600-h/100_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823536924117058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISZTdEyEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X6FFAr4pt34/s200/100_2160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISZHn4XLI/AAAAAAAAALw/gBTm01upp7Q/s1600-h/100_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823533748214962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISZHn4XLI/AAAAAAAAALw/gBTm01upp7Q/s200/100_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISN1ZQWlI/AAAAAAAAALo/Rxoid2VMm0A/s1600-h/100_2190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823339876473426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISN1ZQWlI/AAAAAAAAALo/Rxoid2VMm0A/s200/100_2190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISN2K9XYI/AAAAAAAAALg/9m5W0bFoOqQ/s1600-h/100_2197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823340084944258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISN2K9XYI/AAAAAAAAALg/9m5W0bFoOqQ/s200/100_2197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Miss Piggy Fountain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNlCrBqI/AAAAAAAAALY/rYLf1C_uBYo/s1600-h/100_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823335486785186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNlCrBqI/AAAAAAAAALY/rYLf1C_uBYo/s200/100_2181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNZetOYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xBIE_mVDwQY/s1600-h/100_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823332383144322" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNZetOYI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xBIE_mVDwQY/s200/100_2183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I shrunk the kids playground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNZT0H3I/AAAAAAAAALI/F0VLFB7pTyw/s1600-h/100_2186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823332337459058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISNZT0H3I/AAAAAAAAALI/F0VLFB7pTyw/s200/100_2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8963823384636399730?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8963823384636399730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8963823384636399730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8963823384636399730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8963823384636399730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-world-3rd-day.html' title='Disney World- 3rd day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaISZTdEyEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/X6FFAr4pt34/s72-c/100_2160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1076168624640233310</id><published>2009-02-21T10:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:55:57.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World- 2nd Day</title><content type='html'>We spent a second day at the Magic Kingdom.  Aladdin's magic carpet ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjiBOdFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/vtYaJfhOnZI/s1600-h/100_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279428394030546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjiBOdFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/vtYaJfhOnZI/s200/100_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the partner's statue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSdXAlZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JOFC-fLv5Y0/s1600-h/100_2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279161068197266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSdXAlZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JOFC-fLv5Y0/s200/100_2131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza in her Mickey hat.  All the kids got one with their name embroidered on back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSOYdHpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jW8f59HB65M/s1600-h/100_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279157047729810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSOYdHpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jW8f59HB65M/s200/100_2145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters we met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSPrDNgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ymGk9RfVVzI/s1600-h/100_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279157394159106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjSPrDNgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ymGk9RfVVzI/s200/100_2139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjR4iKLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dvVkBU_SmPU/s1600-h/100_2141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279151182851442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjR4iKLXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dvVkBU_SmPU/s200/100_2141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjRg_KBkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JlxXbBRlghM/s1600-h/100_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305279144862025282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjRg_KBkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JlxXbBRlghM/s200/100_2153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1076168624640233310?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1076168624640233310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1076168624640233310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1076168624640233310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1076168624640233310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-world-2nd-day.html' title='Disney World- 2nd Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SaAjiBOdFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/vtYaJfhOnZI/s72-c/100_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3516048680580253502</id><published>2009-02-20T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:18:01.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World- 1st Day</title><content type='html'>I finally got the pictures off Jeremy's laptop. Here are some highlights of our first day. We went to the Magic Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Jungle Cruise ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IccqMJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rWBrxuojbcQ/s1600-h/100_2013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897802144065426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IccqMJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rWBrxuojbcQ/s200/100_2013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the Crystal Palace with Pooh characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IcCpWirI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U9OibhSJz-I/s1600-h/100_2017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897795161230002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IcCpWirI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U9OibhSJz-I/s200/100_2017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbyeDgII/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZGEIr9BH7LQ/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897790818877570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbyeDgII/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZGEIr9BH7LQ/s200/100_2019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbSLbyuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RD4IHYLUhPI/s1600-h/100_2021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897782150843106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbSLbyuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RD4IHYLUhPI/s200/100_2021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbDMpi6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XfHZhRMsuKY/s1600-h/100_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897778129406882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IbDMpi6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/XfHZhRMsuKY/s200/100_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea Cup Ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H6V_uxqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_TjKt1vrIwA/s1600-h/100_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897216239814306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H6V_uxqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/_TjKt1vrIwA/s200/100_2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Mouse's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H6BcK9JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lhHdhpZKQ48/s1600-h/100_2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897210721957010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H6BcK9JI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lhHdhpZKQ48/s200/100_2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Mickey and Minnie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H51hTJhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0ce5Vxz-eVQ/s1600-h/100_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897207522240018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H51hTJhI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0ce5Vxz-eVQ/s200/100_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Pluto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H54_XH3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IRpqFo3EskY/s1600-h/100_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897208453635954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H54_XH3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IRpqFo3EskY/s200/100_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Cinderella's Castle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H5t_qDMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kSWgKJCDOA8/s1600-h/100_2126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897205502086338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7H5t_qDMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kSWgKJCDOA8/s200/100_2126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3516048680580253502?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3516048680580253502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3516048680580253502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3516048680580253502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3516048680580253502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-world-1st-day.html' title='Disney World- 1st Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SZ7IccqMJ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rWBrxuojbcQ/s72-c/100_2013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4245445274519335700</id><published>2009-02-16T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:58:21.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back</title><content type='html'>We finally made it back last night.  We had to add on an extra day to our vacation because Lily got a stomach bug on the last day and we didn't make it very far back when we left Disney.  We are all very exhausted.  Miriam has a cold too.  It is just so good to be home and sleep in my bed and have all my stuff.  We did have a lot of fun, but we were constantly on the go and only in our hotel room to sleep.  We did too much especially with having little kids.  Eliza did really well though.  It was hardest on poor Lily and then she came down with the stomach bug.  Today is catchup day for me- laundry, bills, groceries, sleep.  I have lots of pics and will post more about our trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4245445274519335700?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4245445274519335700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4245445274519335700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4245445274519335700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4245445274519335700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6755272554939787591</id><published>2009-02-06T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:44:08.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Up</title><content type='html'>Well, I am packed up and ready to leave for Disney in the morning.  I was really stressed out today worrying about getting everything.  I am finally done and am winding down although i still feel like I need to be doing something.  I plan to leave by 4am.  I will do most of the driving too.  I will not be blogging the rest of the week although that may be no different than normal.  I'll be posting lots of pics when we get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6755272554939787591?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6755272554939787591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6755272554939787591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6755272554939787591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6755272554939787591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/packed-up.html' title='Packed Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1995950571556713116</id><published>2009-02-03T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:10:42.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog.  Since Eliza has been born, it has been harder to be on top of everything so less time to blog.  I am feeling more on top of everything, but now I have been planning our trip to Disney World.  I haven't posted much about it, but we leave this Saturday for an 8 day trip.  With 2 adults and 4 kids that takes a lot of planning.  I am a planner and I am so worried that I will forget something that I spend most of my time thinking about the trip.  I just hope everything goes smoothly.  We have all had a little cold, but are on the mend so i hope we feel good for the trip.  I am very excited, but a little nervous too.  How do we keep control of the kids (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tantrums&lt;/span&gt;) and still have fun? &lt;br /&gt;I did not do as well with my groceries this week as I predicted.  I did buy some extra things and 1 more day of meals.  I shopped at Target, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;, and Food Lion.  It would have been $246.75, had savings and coupons of $54.24, and spent $192.51.  That is just 22% saved.  Oh well! &lt;br /&gt;I am doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with the no milk thing.  I cheat some, but only for a bite or two.  The thing I miss most is cheese.  there is just no milk free version or equivalent.  I also miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; made things.  It's a little harder making things from scratch.  My stomach seems to miss milk too.  My stomach is feeling a little upset here and there. &lt;br /&gt;My mom had a car accident yesterday.  Some guy thought his SUV could just magically go right through her car or something.  He hit her on the driver side.  It totalled my mom's car, but thankfully all she had was whiplash.  Now to add to my busy week, I will help them get around some.  (Not that I mind mom!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1995950571556713116?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1995950571556713116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1995950571556713116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1995950571556713116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1995950571556713116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-neglecting-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5365861838983728839</id><published>2009-01-26T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:22:02.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Diet</title><content type='html'>No- I'm not trying to lose weight.  Thanks to Eliza, I am now on a no milk, milk products, or whey, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;casien&lt;/span&gt;, etc., DIET.  In case you didn't know, I have been on this diet before.  Miriam was allergic to cow's milk when she was a baby.  Since I breastfeed, they get the milk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;protien&lt;/span&gt; through my breast milk.  So this means I have to cut out this product from my diet.  Eliza showed the signs this weekend (blood in her poop).  I am a little down.  Not that I am not willing to sacrifice for my children to be healthy, but I will be giving up so many things I love and having to work harder to make food.  I can't have milk, half &amp;amp; half, sour cream, ice cream, butter, or cheese.  I have to make pretty much everything from scratch since most packaged foods have some kind of milk product in them.  My grocery budget is probably going out the window since I will pay extra to buy some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; made organic/allergy free products out of convenience.  Thankfully, Miriam outgrew this allergy by the time she was 1, so I know this is just a temporary thing.  I just was hoping Eliza wouldn't have this.  I got lucky with Lily I guess.  One good side effect is that I will lose weight.  Making everything from scratch, eating healthier, and not many sweets will help that.  Don't worry though- I will find ways to make sweets so that I can eat them.  I can make a milk free cobbler and fudge pie already.  Now if I can figure out brownies, cake, and cookies.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thankful&lt;/span&gt;, I can probably look up some good vegan recipes on line.  I will probably eat more candy which I really don't care for.  I am very thankful that there are so many alternatives easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5365861838983728839?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5365861838983728839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5365861838983728839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5365861838983728839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5365861838983728839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-diet.html' title='My New Diet'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4483203171381251496</id><published>2009-01-23T15:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:51:52.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Savings</title><content type='html'>I have decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; my grocery savings each week. Mainly to keep track for myself. My goal is to spend under $100 a week and save 50% off my bill. Right now I am still stocking up on some things, but I can't do much of that because I have very little room in my tiny kitchen. I am getting better at saving. I watch the ads and search for coupons. I also plan our meals. All of this helps get my bill down. I have a lot of help from other blogs, especially &lt;a href="http://southernsavers.com/"&gt;http://southernsavers.com/&lt;/a&gt;. So this is how I did this week:&lt;br /&gt;I shopped at Food Lion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Total Bill: $247.22&lt;br /&gt;Total store savings: $ 86.34&lt;br /&gt;Total Coupons: $ 28.19&lt;br /&gt;Total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OOP&lt;/span&gt;: $ 132.69&lt;br /&gt;Saved: 46.3%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4483203171381251496?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4483203171381251496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4483203171381251496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4483203171381251496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4483203171381251496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/grocery-savings.html' title='Grocery Savings'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4850615431486919709</id><published>2009-01-22T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:27:08.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Haircut</title><content type='html'>I love Lily so much.  She brings so much excitement and stress into my life.  Yesterday, her and Miriam were cutting with scissors.  I told them to keep them in the dining room with me.  Later, Miriam was looking for Lily and I saw that she was hiding under a blanket in the playroom.  She loves to hide so I thought nothing of it.  Later I noticed a chunk of hair come off her head.  I thought it had just been pulled out, but she told me no she had cut it.  Last night I went to cover up with the blanket she had hid under and saw chunks and chunks of hair.  It really doesn't look too bad, but she cut it all from one side and you can tell it is shorter.  I will be watching her more closely when she has scissors now.  I really can't believe she did that because she loves her long hair and won't let me cut it.  She says she wants to be like a princess.  She won't even let me cut it to even it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4850615431486919709?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4850615431486919709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4850615431486919709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4850615431486919709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4850615431486919709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/lilys-haircut.html' title='Lily&apos;s Haircut'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4394098832989634383</id><published>2009-01-20T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:53:26.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Back on Market</title><content type='html'>Well, our house has not sold in 6 months and is now back on for another 6 months.  Of course, we have not shown the house for 2 months due to Eliza's birth.  I am finally feeling on top of things again so the house will be cleaner.  I think my parents and I have decided to not buy a house together.  They are tired of waiting on our house to sell and it was hard to find something we all agreed on.  They are now seriously looking for a house of their own.  So now I am looking for a house to fit our needs.  Hopefully ours will sell this spring and we will find something we love.  I can't wait to get a bigger house and a nicer yard.  Also, I really want to move to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hixson&lt;/span&gt; area.  We will be closer to our church and all the members which is important to me.  Plus I will be closer to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; and Target- my 2 favorite stores. &lt;br /&gt;On another note- it is cold!!!!  I really need to get out today and do some errands, but it is so cold.  I am afraid I will have to though to get my free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; doughnut!  I also have a good coupon I need to use today.  I guess I'll have to brave the weather, but I hate to subject the kids to it.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4394098832989634383?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4394098832989634383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4394098832989634383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4394098832989634383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4394098832989634383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-back-on-market.html' title='House Back on Market'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4366987852974665872</id><published>2009-01-16T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:21:08.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Static meet Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBjfo2ZSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ho7Vw8Nphj0/s1600-h/100_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291942377692751138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBjfo2ZSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ho7Vw8Nphj0/s320/100_1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; New Years Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBjvAVboI/AAAAAAAAAIw/67n3wkTdygk/s1600-h/100_1938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291942381817785986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBjvAVboI/AAAAAAAAAIw/67n3wkTdygk/s320/100_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toast to the New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBj6HAIQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r_49EftgUD8/s1600-h/100_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291942384798540034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBj6HAIQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r_49EftgUD8/s320/100_1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World of Wheels show with Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBkDgFJDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ceoWh-_taTM/s1600-h/100_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291942387319645234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBkDgFJDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ceoWh-_taTM/s320/100_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4366987852974665872?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4366987852974665872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4366987852974665872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4366987852974665872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4366987852974665872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SXDBjfo2ZSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ho7Vw8Nphj0/s72-c/100_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7630095110810578179</id><published>2009-01-11T20:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:47:53.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Govt. Mistake</title><content type='html'>I lost my mother's copy of Eliza's birth certificate so we had to order a short copy from the state to get her on our insurance.  Jeremy handled this a couple of weeks ago.  He finally remembered to bring it home Friday.  I was looking at it and say to Jeremy- "  They have her birthday wrong".  They have it listed as October 17, not Nov. 17.  Jeremy did not even notice.  So now I have to figure out how to get that changed.  How did the state even make this mistake???  It was right on the forms sent in.  I thought this was kinda funny!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7630095110810578179?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7630095110810578179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7630095110810578179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7630095110810578179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7630095110810578179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/typical-govt-mistake.html' title='Typical Govt. Mistake'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7143913195139936276</id><published>2009-01-06T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:44:55.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted this year.  My days are going by so fast and yet slow.  We are not getting out much because it is either cold, rainy, or both.  I want to tell so much and yet it is all just day to day stuff.  My girls had a great holiday.  They got lots of stuff.  We celebrate New years and the girls got a few little things and both got American Girl Bitty Babies from us.  They love them, but I don't know what I was thinking buying Lily a $42 baby doll.  She is not attached to anything and tears everything up.  At least I can tell her to give Miriam back her doll and get her own.  They are both being little mommies right now.  Eliza is growing and changing so quickly.  It is really sad how fast she is growing.  I want her to stay a baby and already she doesn't seem that way to me.  Well, Eliza is crying.  I want to put some pics of of New years party soon as well as other things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7143913195139936276?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7143913195139936276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7143913195139936276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7143913195139936276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7143913195139936276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3537293488522732527</id><published>2008-12-25T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:08:38.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Full</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much lately.  I literally have my hands full most the time.  Eliza loves to be held and usually wakes up if I put her down to sleep.  I am trying to train her though.  Sometimes over the space of 2-3 hours, I will put her down several different times until she sleeps for a while.  If I can get just one break, I can get a lot done.  I actually bought pacifiers the other day.  I don't really like them because they are a habit that you have to break, but I need the rest from Eliza sometimes.  She has taken to them okay and it is working for me so far.  I have also been staying at home more lately.  It is just too much of a hassle to get out if i don't have to.  I did take the girls to the Creative Discovery Museum last week.  I also got all my holiday shopping done, but I don't get much.  Today, we are lazing around.  We've watched a movie, watched TV, made lunch, had showers, and now me and the girls are making cookies. &lt;br /&gt;Later we will go to Jeremy's moms' and then drive around and look at holiday lights.  Tomorrow, we will be leaving to go to Smyrna and then Columbia for the weekend.  Nobody out of town has seen Eliza yet, so we get to show her off.  She has gotten those newborn "pimples" really bad on her face.  They look bad, but I know they will go away soon.  I just wished they cleared up before we go see family so they can see how truly beautiful she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3537293488522732527?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3537293488522732527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3537293488522732527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3537293488522732527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3537293488522732527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hands-full.html' title='Hands Full'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6631476562694600493</id><published>2008-12-19T10:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:51:28.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Up</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went to see Debi for my postpartum checkup.  Everything is healing fine for me.  Eliza is growing well too.  She weighed in at about 11lbs and 23 in.  That's a gain of 2.5lbs and 1 in. in a month.  I'm now calling her my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chunck&lt;/span&gt;-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;munk&lt;/span&gt;.  I could tell she has grown, but had no clue that much.  She is now in 3-6 month size clothes and size 2 diapers.  Why do they have to grow so quickly??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6631476562694600493?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6631476562694600493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6631476562694600493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6631476562694600493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6631476562694600493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-up.html' title='Check Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3878367557447086735</id><published>2008-12-15T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:35:55.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mother</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a bad mother lately.  It has a little to do with not taking care of Lily and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miriam&lt;/span&gt; well since I have to hold Eliza most of the time.  Mainly this feeling came after I took the girls to the dentist last week.  This was just Lily's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cleaning.  Miriam went first and they found 3 cavities.  She has several fillings and caps already, but has had no cavities the past couple of cleanings.  Then it's lily's turn.  I thought she would have better teeth than Miriam since her mouth is different.  I was wrong and they found 5 cavities.  This is probably mainly my fault.  While I constantly remind the girls to brush, I am not good and following up and making sure they do.  So therefore, they do not brush like they should.  I feel so bad, because I don't want them to go through what it takes to fill a cavity.  Especially Lily since they have to sedate her.  I am worried about how she'll handle it.  I feel like I'm the only mother who let's her kids get cavities.  It is partially genetic though.  I had cavities as a kid and all my back teeth have fillings.  I was really down about this last week and will be when it is close to the day to fix their teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3878367557447086735?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3878367557447086735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3878367557447086735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3878367557447086735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3878367557447086735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-mother.html' title='Bad Mother'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7467067858940288430</id><published>2008-12-08T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:53:45.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>A few pictures of the girls over last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16lqmdJII/AAAAAAAAAII/4vmwIoNnsZ4/s1600-h/100_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277509125857420418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16lqmdJII/AAAAAAAAAII/4vmwIoNnsZ4/s320/100_1840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16mCxv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nSIcGkzkLOM/s1600-h/100_1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277509132347236754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16mCxv4ZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/nSIcGkzkLOM/s320/100_1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza in her Thansgiving outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16mhIva2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/90ZNt2rKS3Q/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277509140496739170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16mhIva2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/90ZNt2rKS3Q/s320/100_1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16nXVIXHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KWYaP6F0tlM/s1600-h/100_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277509155044220018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16nXVIXHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KWYaP6F0tlM/s320/100_1876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza today. I can tell she has already grown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7467067858940288430?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7467067858940288430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7467067858940288430' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7467067858940288430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7467067858940288430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST16lqmdJII/AAAAAAAAAII/4vmwIoNnsZ4/s72-c/100_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1843737206748935207</id><published>2008-12-08T14:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:47:11.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to post of pics of her 3rd birthday. We have not had a party yet, but I did make a cake and we celebrated. She wanted a Halloween party and a Little Mermaid party. We did Halloween at home and will do Little Mermaid for her big party. I got a lot of stuff 50-75% off for her party. Here are a few pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507918759076578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST15fZzyIuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vM9_0qwi5lg/s200/100_1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507922757560130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST15fotGJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eHRUc_PAa4U/s200/100_1807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507930754730898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST15gGfxS5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/wotFxREWLXc/s200/100_1820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507936529826354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST15gcAqQjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/86V4GyUfG7w/s200/100_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1843737206748935207?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1843737206748935207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1843737206748935207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1843737206748935207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1843737206748935207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/lilys-birthday.html' title='Lily&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/ST15fZzyIuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vM9_0qwi5lg/s72-c/100_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2137663663741478482</id><published>2008-12-05T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:49:43.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yank It!</title><content type='html'>Just an update on my tooth.  The same day I posted about it, I ended up at the dentist.  It was constantly hurting and was worse when I ate so I called and they fit me in that day.  I love my dentist.  I still hate going, but I got the perfect dentist for me.  He is always very understanding and gentle.  He has a great staff to who are always nice to me.  He said the nerve was dying and I had 2 choices- root canal or pull it.  I decided to go ahead and pull it and he numbed me up.  once I was numb it took like 2 minutes to get it done.  I was there in total a little over an hour.  I was glad he got it done quickly since I left the baby with my mom.  This dentist office is always very quick and I've never had a wait.  And they are always willing to fit you in.  If anyone needs a good dentist I recommend Dr. McPherson on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Germantown&lt;/span&gt; Rd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2137663663741478482?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2137663663741478482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2137663663741478482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2137663663741478482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2137663663741478482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/yank-it.html' title='Yank It!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8092986202433360287</id><published>2008-12-02T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:47:32.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothache</title><content type='html'>I have a tooth in the back that had a cavity a couple of years ago which I got fixed.  The cavity was very deep though and that tooth has been sensitive since then.  It has not really bothered me though because I just won't chew cold things on that side.  Well, since Eliza's birth, that tooth has been bothering me.  At first it was very mild.  Then on Saturday, the whole right side of my face was hurting as well as about 5 teeth in front of the bad one.  I couldn't even touch them with my tongue.  On Saturday and Sunday both, this pain would just come and go for no reason.  it wouldn't hurt when I was eating.  Then on Monday and today, it has changed to just an ache in that particular tooth.  I don't know what happened to cause it to hurt all the sudden.  I know I need to go to the dentist, but I don't know what I want to do about the tooth.  He has mentioned a root canal to me before, but I really don't want to do that.  I am considering just having it pulled.  Getting rid of the tooth and the pain.  I've just never had either one done and I am  just not sure what is best.  Plus both are kinda scary to me.  I've heard stories of having to get a root canal redone and the pain not going away.  Also, how will it feel to be missing a tooth.  I'll probably wait until I am in excruciating pain one day to go in instead of taking care of it now.  I have plenty of excuses to do that.  So root canal or get it pulled???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8092986202433360287?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8092986202433360287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8092986202433360287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8092986202433360287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8092986202433360287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/12/toothache.html' title='Toothache'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-113304241367655356</id><published>2008-11-27T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:32:45.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I have so much more to write about besides the birth.  In the last few weeks Miriam has lost both of her top front teeth.  Now she will be able to sing "All I want for Christmas is my 2 front teeth".  It is weird looking!  Also my Lily turned three on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I hate that it has taken me this long to post about that.  I did a little party for her here at home.  I plan to do something bigger maybe next weekend.  She is excited about her second birthday party.  I have finally gotten out of the house this week.  I even went to Bible class last night.  I am really tired of being stuck in the house, but I am still getting used to taking another child with me.  For Thanksgiving today, mom and dad are bringing a ham and I am making all the sides.  Hopefully, we will have enough left over for dinner tonight since I haven't planned anything.  I'm hoping soon to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt; some more pics of everything that has been going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-113304241367655356?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/113304241367655356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=113304241367655356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/113304241367655356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/113304241367655356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1731305560646153505</id><published>2008-11-27T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:21:26.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Storm</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally going to post about what all happened after the birth.  It's been hard lately to find the time to write, because I am doing a lot of things one handed.  After Eliza was born, I knew she was fine because they didn't even use the bulb syringe on her.  Within 10 minutes though, I could tell they were concerned about my bleeding.  They gave me a shot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pitocin&lt;/span&gt;.  I was worried myself, but I also have complete trust in the midwife I chose and knew I was in capable hands.  It ends up that I tore myself to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; degree and she wanted me to go to the hospital to have it fixed.  Thankfully, it was not an emergency and I got to take my herb bath with Eliza and watch the newborn exam.  About 2 hours after the birth we were heading to the hospital.  We left Eliza at home since we did not want her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt;, but that was hard for me to do.  Once we got to Labor &amp;amp; Delivery, it took about 2 hours for all the admitting stuff to get done and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; to get there.  Thankfully, we had a great nurse who used to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CNM&lt;/span&gt; who attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homebirths&lt;/span&gt; in TX.  She was wonderful and arranged for the baby to be able to come to the hospital without being admitted.  So finally everything is ready and I have to go to the OR and they wouldn't let anyone come with me.  While I was there, Jeremy went to get the baby.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I had to have a spinal for the sewing.  I hate anything being stuck in back which is one reason I've never had an epidural.  I was quite the baby while they were doing it, but the guy did a good job and I did not have any bad side effects.  The whole thing took about an hour and then the Dr sent me to a postpartum room.  The Dr was nice and did a good job, but I still think I was treated differently because I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt;.  He wanted me to stay over night the next night and we were totally against that.  I had been up to the bathroom and walked around and ate good.  In other words, I was fine and ready to go home.  The nurse tried to talk the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt; into releasing me, but he still said I had to stay.  So finally we checked out against medical advice.  I hope that does not affect our insurance!  So anyway, my tear is healing fine and has really given me no trouble.  The bad part of my recovery is my back hurting where I had the spinal.  It is still sore and gets achy if I'm up very long.  I have had 3 babies at home now and have ended up at the hospital every time.  I made a joke during this pg that something would be wrong with me this time and it came true.  This is one reason I am considering having no more children.  I want more, but my track record with birth is just not very good.  So now you have the rest of the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1731305560646153505?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1731305560646153505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1731305560646153505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1731305560646153505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1731305560646153505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-storm.html' title='After the Storm'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8357457254473852376</id><published>2008-11-22T13:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:59:03.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Story</title><content type='html'>I know it has taken me long enough to post this.  I'm even going to abbreviate it quite a bit since it was a 23 hour labor.  Everyone knows I had been trying to get things started for a week and nothing.  On Sunday evening, I was having some very light contractions and Debi came by about 9:30pm.  She checked me and I was 3cm and 70% effaced.  She "ruffled my feathers" as they call it and left.  About 10 minutes later I was in the shower and I could tell my contractions got closer and a little stronger.  I went to bed about 11pm and tried to sleep.  Although the contractions were not very hard, they were too close for me to drift off to sleep between them.  I got up by myself and let everyone else sleep.  After a couple of hours, I called my mom and told her this was it and asked her to come keep me company.  She came down to be with me during the night.  My contractions stayed pretty much the same all night.  I called Christina (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;)about 5am asking her to come.  She came about 6:30 am.  I probably called her too early, but it was good to have company.  Michelle came by about 9am to see how labor was going and i was progressing.  I was still 3cm and 80% effaced.  I was disappointed as this had been going on all night, but I could tell I was still in early labor.  I decided to go see the chiropractor to see if she could do anything to help speed labor up.  While some things she did felt good and I do think they moved me along a little bit, it did not have the affect I had wanted.  Another friend of mine, Kathy came over and made us soup for lunch.  I was able to eat which is good.  My labor did start to progress more at this point although I was still in early labor.  I kept waiting for things to speed up.  It seemed like my contractions were getting a little stronger, but were not going anywhere.  My afternoon is a little blurry to me.  I know some more friends came by  to be here for the birth and I know my labor got harder.  Michelle came back over to check things at some point in the late afternoon.  I was 4cm.  That was very discouraging as it had been around 16 hours of labor at that point.  She had me take some herbs and go walking in my backyard.  The walking was very difficult, but it did make my contractions come closer.  Michelle stayed after this.  I wanted a bath to see if that would help because my contractions were getting very strong.  The bath did help some.  I stayed in for a while.  I know labor was very hard  now.  I was having trouble dealing with it.  mainly because I was tired and this was going on a lot longer than I had thought it would.  Debi finally came about 8pm.  She checked me and i was 5 cm, but she pulled my cervix to the front and said I was now 6-7cm.  I finally felt a little encouraged and knew the end was in sight.  This does not mean it was not still very hard and I didn't know how much longer I could make it.  Finally I was on the toilet and I was feeling a little pushy.  It felt better to be there and I stayed for a while.  i went back to the bedroom and one point, but then back to the toilet.  Finally, Michelle heard me grunting and came and got me to go to the bed.  Debi checked me real quick and said I could push.  My pushing contractions still felt like my transition contractions.  Normally, they change and you get a little break with them.  I did not, so I was pushing very hard to get it over with.   It felt like I pushed for a while, but they said I did not.  Soon we saw the head and that made me push harder.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; cool, because my water never broke and you could still see the amniotic sac over her head.  Finally a strong push or 2 and her head quickly followed by her body came out.  I immediately had her and looked and saw it was a girl.    She was perfect and healthy so I didn't have to let her go.  Soon I knew something wasn't quite right with me, but i will post more about that on another day since this is long enough.  I got to nurse her and then get my herb bath with her and watch her newborn exam.  All things I did not get with Lily.  Over all, a very hard experience and one I may not want again.  My labor was 23 hours- 4 hours more than Lily and I had been hoping for shorter than lily's.  I can't say I am not thankful though.  I had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt;, the baby was healthy, the people I wanted were there, etc.  Things never go as planned with birth as I always tell my clients.  It seems that is still something I really need to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8357457254473852376?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8357457254473852376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8357457254473852376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8357457254473852376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8357457254473852376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/birth-story.html' title='Birth Story'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1187980457257412028</id><published>2008-11-20T09:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:41:08.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally- Pictures</title><content type='html'>I think these will speak for themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2PQcTkxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IwHww-YgtPA/s1600-h/100_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270748943390839570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2PQcTkxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IwHww-YgtPA/s320/100_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2P2YLduI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k1woyr5b_f8/s1600-h/100_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270748953574078178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2P2YLduI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k1woyr5b_f8/s320/100_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2QGfMh9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pGgfzuWLv-s/s1600-h/100_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270748957898475474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2QGfMh9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/pGgfzuWLv-s/s320/100_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SSV2QeUhCVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z-GgpA2D3yA/s1600-h/100_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270748964296132946" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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Eliza Leigh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poarch&lt;/span&gt;.  I also did not post the stats.  She weighed 8lbs 7oz and was 22in long.  She has been doing wonderfully.  She is nursing well and so far is a pretty quiet and content baby.  She is sleeping next to me right now.  I still don't have the pics uploaded to post or the time to write my birth story, but they are coming!!  I can tell you she is gorgeous!  She has black hair and huge feet!  I can't believe she is here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-288108794964140075?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/288108794964140075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=288108794964140075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/288108794964140075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/288108794964140075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-info.html' title='More Info'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3498775215248255608</id><published>2008-11-18T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:38:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birth</title><content type='html'>Well, I wanted to announce that there is a new addition to our family.  Our baby girl was born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; Nov. 17 at 9;41PM.  I was totally shocked that it was a girl.  She is absolutely beautiful.  My labor was long and hard and I ended up at the hospital this time due to a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; degree tear.  I will post more later.  I am very tired as I have not slept 2 nights in a row now.  Probably tomorrow, there will be a birth story and pics.  Maybe we will decide on a name by then too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3498775215248255608?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3498775215248255608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3498775215248255608' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3498775215248255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3498775215248255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/birth.html' title='A Birth'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8996281898208040888</id><published>2008-11-15T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:26:39.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><content type='html'>As if I didn't already know, my babies are stubborn.  They never want to come out on time.  If you can't tell, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;castor&lt;/span&gt; oil did not work.  Or shall I say, it did work, just didn't put me into labor.  I have done several more things than I did with Lily, plus I started it all earlier and still this baby won't come.  So next time, I will definitely not do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;castor&lt;/span&gt; oil.  I may still do some herbs just to soften my cervix.  Needless to say, I was again upset to wake up this morning feeling fine.   I guess I will have to wait a few days more. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my grandmother and uncle came down for the day.  This will give me a distraction so I don't think so much about not having this baby.  God does answer prayers although not always in the way we want.  I've been praying each day that this will be the day and today he sent me a distraction so that I don't think so much about it.  I will update as soon as this baby decides to make an appearance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8996281898208040888?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8996281898208040888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8996281898208040888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8996281898208040888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8996281898208040888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8814804181846877861</id><published>2008-11-14T07:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:11:32.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Resorted To</title><content type='html'>Castor Oil.  I know many of you are probably cringing at the thought.  It is really the lesser of two evils to me.  Since I tend to go way past my due date, the midwife will soon want to try to get my labor started anyway.  While I would choose this over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pitocin&lt;/span&gt; in the hospital any day, it is still not pleasant.  If you want to know how a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt; midwife can induce labor, I'd be happy to share with you.  So I have decided to try to get something started on my own even if I spend all day in the bathroom.  My friend came by last night and checked me and I have made a little more progress.  She thought that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;castor&lt;/span&gt; oil would probably go ahead and put me into labor today so I thought I would try.  I have already taken my first dose and will take the next in a couple of hours.  Then we will wait and see.  So maybe my next post today will be that I'm in labor.  Continue to pray for me and baby please!!  And thanks for all your encouraging comments on my last post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8814804181846877861?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8814804181846877861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8814804181846877861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8814804181846877861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8814804181846877861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-ive-resorted-to.html' title='What I&apos;ve Resorted To'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3986444645686992138</id><published>2008-11-13T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:23:45.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant Forever</title><content type='html'>I have not been posting much lately.  Mainly because all I think about is how to get this baby out and when.  Yesterday was not a good day for me.  I was down all afternoon and evening.  I don't know why I am this way with this baby.  With Lily, I went 1.5 weeks late and was perfectly fine with it.  My midwife is the one who wanted to start labor.  I would have kept going and been happy.  This is not because I am not feeling well either.  I physically feel fine.  Pregnancy never bothers me too much and even now, I am still doing everything I normally would.  I am trying to keep busy so that I won't think about it.  Last night was a full moon and a weather change (rain).  I thought for sure those 2 would help kick in something.  Yet, I wake up this morning with nothing going on.  My body has never responded to these things in any other pregnancy, but I was hopeful.  I have been having plenty of contractions which is good.  This is getting my cervix a little further along before labor.  I just wish that it would turn into something.  I know most women feel this at this point, but I feel like I should know better.  Being in the birth business, I know that this baby will come when ready and that I can't do anything (natural) to force it.  I also know that this will be soon even though it doesn't feel that way.  I think I feel this way because I started herbs earlier this time and I also have legitimate reasons to want  to go ahead and have this baby.  I am also a planner and it has been hard that this baby is not following my plan.  I know this baby will be here probably in the next few days and I will forget how I was feeling now.  I'm just having a hard time dealing with this emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3986444645686992138?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3986444645686992138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3986444645686992138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3986444645686992138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3986444645686992138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnant-forever.html' title='Pregnant Forever'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6886851096239327600</id><published>2008-11-10T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:14:47.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>Thurs.- Sausage &amp;amp; Peppers Pasta w/ Garlic Bread&lt;br /&gt;Fri-  Ranch Chicken , potatoes, &amp;amp; bread&lt;br /&gt;Sat.- Turkey Thyme Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, &amp;amp; acorn squash&lt;br /&gt;Sun- Church potluck&lt;br /&gt;Mon.- Ritzy Chicken Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Tues.- Pork Chops, corn, &amp;amp; biscuits&lt;br /&gt;Wed.- Eat Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch this week- Grilled cheese &amp;amp; tomato,  Pillsbury &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Savorings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6886851096239327600?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6886851096239327600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6886851096239327600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6886851096239327600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6886851096239327600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/menu-plan-monday_10.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-952801169300224512</id><published>2008-11-10T09:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:15:54.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Pregnant</title><content type='html'>Just letting everyone know, that yes, I am still pregnant. This is not a surprise at all since I tend to go past the "due date". I see my midwife today and am hoping to do some more things this week to get labor started. I really think it will be this week, but it is possible for me to go into next week. It is so hard when you get to this point and you know that at any moment labor could start, then you wake up the next day and nothing has happened. Especially when you've been having contractions, although they really have not bothered me too much. There have been a couple of times though where I'll have them for a while and I'll think this could be it, but its not. I am just so anxious to meet this baby. I am so curious to know if we are blessed with a boy or girl. What they look like, act like, to nurse again, to actually touch their soft skin. I have been touching the baby through my belly- butt, back, knees, little feet- I can just picture them and can't wait to see them. I wonder if the baby will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair like my girls or reddish brown like Josiah did.&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to meet this baby that I am hoping for more and stronger contractions. I'm sure when I'm in the middle of labor I won't feel that way, but right now, I'm willing to endure anything to meet this little one. I was not this anxious with my last 2, although I was of course with Miriam. I don't know why I'm this way this time? I hope soon i will be blogging about the birth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-952801169300224512?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/952801169300224512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=952801169300224512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/952801169300224512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/952801169300224512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-pregnant.html' title='Still Pregnant'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-87347362046387842</id><published>2008-11-06T15:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:34:59.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cereal Deal at Target</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post this since I haven't seen it on any other blog.  This week at Target all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kellogg's&lt;/span&gt; cereal is on sale, all at different prices.  Then there is a $1 off coupon for Kellogg's cereal online.  Then if you buy 5 boxes, you get a $5 Target gift card.  Here is what I spent:&lt;br /&gt;Kellogg's Frosted mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wheats&lt;/span&gt; $2.99 (got 2)&lt;br /&gt;"              Special K with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Strawberries&lt;/span&gt; $2.75  (got 2)&lt;br /&gt;"         Frosted Flakes Gold      $2.54  (got 1) = for a Total $14.02&lt;br /&gt;Then I used 5 $1 off coupons and I got a $5 gift card.   $14.02- $5 coupons- $5 gift card= $4.02&lt;br /&gt;I can't spend the gift card this time, but I still count it as savings this time.  That is $0.80 a box.  I usually don't stock up on cereal cause I have no where to put it, but I couldn't pass this up. &lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the $1 off coupon- &lt;a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=rjnefah1098550&amp;amp;bt=wi&amp;amp;o=54148&amp;amp;c=KC&amp;amp;p=uU1wzMHO"&gt;http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=rjnefah1098550&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bt&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;o=54148&amp;amp;c=KC&amp;amp;p=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uU&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wzMHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-87347362046387842?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/87347362046387842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=87347362046387842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/87347362046387842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/87347362046387842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/cereal-deal-at-target.html' title='Cereal Deal at Target'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8063391837746982580</id><published>2008-11-05T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:18:08.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New President</title><content type='html'>So today we know that Barack Obama will be our next president.  We did not actually stay up to find out last night.  When I woke up to pee in the middle of the night, I checked then.  While I did not vote for Obama, I'm not all doom and gloom as many of my fellow conservatives are.  This country has "survived" many democratic presidents before this.  Plus, this is why we have the whole "check &amp;amp; balance" system in our government.  It is not like Obama can do something crazy and get by with it.  I do not expect my life to change much.  I understand my tax money may be going for things I don't approve of, but we are to give the government it's due no matter who is running it.  In fact, my tax money goes for a lot of things now that I don't approve of.  We will be the same people, do the same things, and believe the same things.  Some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; tax breaks may even help us.  And if my house sells because he is president and the country is now optimistic, great.  I have read many people posting about praying for our country, especially now.  I believe it is always right to pray for our country and its leaders.  I pray that Obama will be a good president and make good decisions.  Perhaps what we need is a drastic change in this country.  We really won't know what difference he has made until his term is over.  No matter what kind of government we have or what decisions they make, I will continue to live the life God wants me to and to trust him completely.  I can never go wrong there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8063391837746982580?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8063391837746982580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8063391837746982580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8063391837746982580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8063391837746982580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-president.html' title='Our New President'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7200867214890638798</id><published>2008-11-03T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:47:45.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the same</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not posting much.  I have slowed down my life so I'm really not doing too much.  I really think a lot about when I am going to meet this baby.  I don't want to post, because that is all it will be about.  We had a good weekend, but time seems to be moving slow.  Today, I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a bible&lt;/span&gt; study with a couple of women from church.  One woman's 15 &amp;amp; 16 yr old daughters watched the kids and we got to have a study in peace.  We are studying from a book called "She Hath Done What She Could".  Basically it goes through all the scripture about what a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; woman can and should do- help sick, bereaved, poor, teach, being a mom &amp;amp; wife, etc.  I really enjoyed today and hate that I will have to miss a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;As for the baby, I have started some herbs to encourage the baby to come sooner.  They are not pleasant to take and until this week, I really didn't think I would take anything.  The baby is just so happy and comfy in there.  He/she is very active right now.  I'm feeling okay too.  Night time is the worst.  My hips are starting to get very sore and hurting.  I also have woken up in the middle of the night the past few days and can't go back to sleep.  I know this is all typical of the end of pregnancy.  I just don't want to do that too much longer.  Any prayers said on my and the babies behalf would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7200867214890638798?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7200867214890638798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7200867214890638798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7200867214890638798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7200867214890638798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-of-same.html' title='More of the same'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7497144416185465773</id><published>2008-11-03T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:37:47.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>Thurs-  Turkey-Cranberry Strudel&lt;br /&gt;Fri- Pizza&lt;br /&gt;Sat- White Chicken Chili&lt;br /&gt;Sun- hot ham &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;swiss&lt;/span&gt; sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Mon- Chicken Fried Steak&lt;br /&gt;Tues.- Chicken Cordon Blue&lt;br /&gt;Wed.- Eat Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch this week- Chicken nuggets &amp;amp; veggies &amp;amp; fruit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7497144416185465773?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7497144416185465773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7497144416185465773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7497144416185465773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7497144416185465773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/11/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5411408442826121086</id><published>2008-10-30T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T18:47:01.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on baby</title><content type='html'>Today was my grocery shopping today.  I go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; first and got o Food Lion later.  I was very happy with how I did today.  I bought $133 worth of food and paid $89 after store specials and coupons.  One day I hope to cut my bill down even more.  I like to stock up, but just do not have the room here.  I still have to get a few more things.  My mom kept the girls so I had the morning free of them which they made up for in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; with Debi this afternoon.  The girls fought on the way there, while we were there, on the way back until lily fell asleep, and then have been fighting since we've been home.  They come to tell me what the other one has done and I just say "I don't care and go away".  I really just can't deal with the bickering right now.  Everything is going well with the pregnancy.  It is surreal to think that withing the next 2 weeks or so, I will have this baby in my arms.  I wasn't going to take herbs this time, but I think I'm going to just to help the baby come sooner.  I really want to go no later than Nov. 14.  We will see if I can encourage this baby to go ahead and come next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5411408442826121086?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5411408442826121086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5411408442826121086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5411408442826121086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5411408442826121086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-on-baby.html' title='Come on baby'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4358126529264302824</id><published>2008-10-27T10:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:53:06.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things about my kitchen</title><content type='html'>I was tagged to do this post several days ago and have been lazy about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My kitchen is a tiny square.   The is less than 3 feet between the fridge and stove although they are on opposite walls.  We have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; dining room, but if it was open, my kitchen would seem bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Because my kitchen is so small, my husband hates to be in there with anybody else.  he will wait until I'm done cooking and have the kids plates and mine made before he will go in to get his food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)We have done a lot of work on it since we moved in.  One wall had to be replaced because of a roof leak.  When my husband fixed this, I also got a dishwasher, bigger sink, and garbage disposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  We just recently "finished" the kitchen although the work was started about 6 years ago.  Things were never repainted until recently.  I chose a yellow/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goldish&lt;/span&gt; color for the kitchen wall that no one really likes but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I usually don't clean the kitchen as often as I should.  I try to stay ahead of the game with dishes and wiping up spills, but it doesn't always work.  Even though my kitchen may be messy, I am very insistent on my dishes being very clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)There is a cabinet that used to be Miriam's play/hiding place.  She would love to get in there so I kept it empty for her for the longest time.  Now it is full of appliances and pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  My iron skillet is always on my stove top.  I really have no where else to keep it, but I use it almost every day.  I'm cooking bacon in it right now.  It was really a big step for me to use it, because you are not supposed to wash with soap, just scrape it clean.  As I said, I am very anal about my dishes being clean, but I've gotten used to it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4358126529264302824?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4358126529264302824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4358126529264302824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4358126529264302824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4358126529264302824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-things-about-my-kitchen.html' title='7 Things about my kitchen'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7090591221365532609</id><published>2008-10-27T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:33:06.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>Thurs- Italian Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Fri- steak w/ potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Sat.- Chili&lt;br /&gt;Sun- Baked Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Mon- pork w/ spinach fritters&lt;br /&gt;Tues- chicken piccata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunches- hotdogs in crescent rolls &amp;amp; mac &amp;amp; cheese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7090591221365532609?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7090591221365532609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7090591221365532609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7090591221365532609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7090591221365532609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/menu-plan-monday_27.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6848371484191006774</id><published>2008-10-24T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:08:18.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I doing?</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been so busy.  I have had so many things to do and so little time.  Add that to my pregnancy brain, which has gotten pretty bad lately, and I feel out of sorts a lot.  I saw Debi on Monday and everything is going very well.   The reality is that I am 38 weeks and full term and the baby could come at anytime.  I really don't expect the baby until after Nov. 7, but ya never know.  Jeremy is actually out of town today taking his professional engineering exam.  When I went into labor with Josiah, guess where he was??  Taking his engineering intern exam.  Wouldn't it be such a coincidence if I went into labor today??  And why does he keep choosing to take these tests so close to my due dates???&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was crazy too.  I did not stop moving all day.  I cleaned the house in the morning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt;.  Someone was coming to look at the house.  Then went to eat lunch, go to Target, and get groceries.  I got home just in time to unload before the people were due to come to look.  Then I took advantage of that hour and voted early.  I wanted to make sure that I got that done before the baby came!  Then home to cook dinner and eat real fast.  Jeremy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; to go to Franklin for his test and me and the girls left because we had tickets to Disney on Ice.  The kids really enjoyed the show.  We went last year, but Lily was scared &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; a bad guy came out.  This show was a little more toned down and Lily is older so she really enjoyed it.  It was great to see her clap along and smile and laugh.  I even got out with no out of pocket money last night.  I told the kids we were getting nothing before hand and I found free parking that was fairly close. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my pg brain.  I have been really forgetful and distracted lately.  I will get to thinking about the baby or the birth and my brain can't seem to handle anything else.  My driving is suffering is the worse thing.  I have had several close calls so if you see me on the road, stay back.  I left the house without my grocery list yesterday and had to come back and get it.  There are many other little examples.  I just am not very forgetful normally.  If I see you out and forget your name, now you know why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6848371484191006774?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6848371484191006774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6848371484191006774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6848371484191006774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6848371484191006774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-was-i-doing.html' title='What was I doing?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1196656089573768385</id><published>2008-10-20T18:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:12:52.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupcakes anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SP0BrzmSR-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K3eMx52tRPE/s1600-h/100_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259361791935399906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SP0BrzmSR-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K3eMx52tRPE/s400/100_1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell what kind of cupcakes these are??   Well, one night I told the girl's we were having cupcakes for dinner.  They were so excited, especially when I put their plate in front of them.  Then they took a bite and Miriam knew they had been tricked.  This is actually meatloaf and the "frosting" is mashed potatoes.  I got the idea from a Rachel Ray magazine.  You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; even make them look better, but I didn't care to.  Miriam ate hers and Lily, true to form, licked the icing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1196656089573768385?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1196656089573768385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1196656089573768385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1196656089573768385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1196656089573768385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/cupcakes-anyone.html' title='Cupcakes anyone?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SP0BrzmSR-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K3eMx52tRPE/s72-c/100_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-875028542158348551</id><published>2008-10-20T18:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:08:50.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>Thurs- ate out @ Moe's&lt;br /&gt;Fri- chicken salsa verde bake&lt;br /&gt;Sat- Monte Cristo sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Sun- Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;Mon- onion soup ground beef over rice&lt;br /&gt;Tues- Chicken Piccata&lt;br /&gt;Wed.- eat out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Tues &amp;amp; Wed is home-made french onion soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-875028542158348551?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/875028542158348551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=875028542158348551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/875028542158348551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/875028542158348551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/menu-plan-monday_20.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8642520311558950035</id><published>2008-10-18T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:00:36.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the World Day</title><content type='html'>Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group held it's annual Around the World Day on Friday. Miriam had chosen to do China. She has had a fascination with China since she first saw "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mulan&lt;/span&gt;". Over the past month, we did a little bit each week. I think Miriam enjoyed being able to have a display. Here is a picture of Miriam and Lily with our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258617033514116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SPpcVKRtZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nR8HYUclodA/s400/100_1663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8642520311558950035?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8642520311558950035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8642520311558950035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8642520311558950035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8642520311558950035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/around-world-day.html' title='Around the World Day'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SPpcVKRtZRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nR8HYUclodA/s72-c/100_1663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4343242997746540051</id><published>2008-10-16T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:28:32.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15th</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a day late on this post, but I was hardly home an hour yesterday.  For those of you that don't know, October 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is the National Day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Remembrance&lt;/span&gt; for Pregnancy and infant Loss.  For the past 5 years Hospice of Chattanooga has had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;candlelighting&lt;/span&gt; on this day.  I was actually one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the very first perinatal patients with Hospice in Chattanooga.  When we knew Josiah would die, Hospice stepped in and took care of our family.  I wanted to give back and I heal through action, so when I found out about October 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I had to do something.  I approached Hospice with the idea of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;candlelighting&lt;/span&gt; in 2004.  Through my plan and their support, an annual tradition was born.  It is one I participate in every year although since last night was Wed., I had to leave early for Bible class.  I got to catch up with some people and put Josiah's name on the memory table.  The girls got to release a balloon early (Miriam asked to do this).  I am so glad that there is this beautiful special occasion to remember our babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a poem I wrote after Josiah's death.  For background, he died 5 days before he was born and despite all the pain/sadness I went through, I would do it all over again just to be able to hold him again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRIEF FLOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;My son,&lt;br /&gt;I would go back to you alive&lt;br /&gt;And give birth to you five days earlier&lt;br /&gt;So we could look in each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;My son,&lt;br /&gt;I would go back to you in the womb&lt;br /&gt;And memorize every kick,&lt;br /&gt;Mark every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tears could turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;My son,&lt;br /&gt;I would go back to before this pain,&lt;br /&gt;And just to have the chance to hold you once more,&lt;br /&gt;I would do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my tears can not turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;My son,&lt;br /&gt;Instead they fall uselessly down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my life- my child,&lt;br /&gt;They drown in this flood of grief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4343242997746540051?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4343242997746540051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4343242997746540051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4343242997746540051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4343242997746540051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-15th.html' title='October 15th'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8706189874810906168</id><published>2008-10-13T08:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:20:53.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>I do meal plans Thurs to Wed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday: Chicken &amp;amp; Veggie Soup w/ bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: leftovers- drained the soup and added more meat to make it heartier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Hamburgers with Fries and Fried Pickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:  Meatloaf  and mashed potatoes and corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:  Upside down pizza bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:  Beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt; Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: May eat out or have Nachos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch on Mon-Wed: Bagels with cream cheese and fruit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8706189874810906168?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8706189874810906168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8706189874810906168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8706189874810906168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8706189874810906168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4263462595070231540</id><published>2008-10-11T06:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:12:56.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Colostrum?</title><content type='html'>This may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; for some, but it excites me enough to share.  Yesterday I was fixing to get a shower and look down and see some wetness on my nipple.  I then confirm that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;colostrum&lt;/span&gt; is already being produced by my body.  Why does this excite me?  Well, it makes it all the more real that very soon, I will be meeting my baby.  Very soon, I will have another little one to nurse and hold and cuddle.  With my first 2 pregnancies, this did not happen, but with Lily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colostrum&lt;/span&gt; came in about this time too.  It just so happens that I was washing baby clothes that morning so I wonder if that got my hormones started??  I have so many baby clothes, I could barely fit them in the drawer we cleaned out.  They are all 0-3 months and all gender neutral colors.  Of course, my babies where this size for about a month, so this baby may not even get a chance to wear them all.  Miriam had a fun time putting them up with me and oohing over how cute and small all the clothes were.  She is getting really excited.  She always makes a point that after the baby is born, she wants to be the first (besides me) to hold the baby.  I guess she thinks that is the oldest child's right.  She also makes a point to Lily that while Lily is the Big Sister, Miriam is the Big, Big Sister.  Sometimes Miriam will add on another Big to include Josiah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; this will be the 3rd time she is a big sister.  Lily doesn't really understand how soon there will be a baby.  And for me, it is so close, yet so far.  I've been having more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; hicks and know I am gearing up for this labor.  It's kinda scary to think I will spend the next month gearing up though.  I don't want to feel like I've been having contractions for a month before the real thing.  None of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BHs&lt;/span&gt; have been bad though.  Although I know they can get worse. &lt;br /&gt;BTW, if you read my blog often, you will probably get tired of reading this kinda stuff.  I've got baby on the brain and it is dominating more of my time and conversation now.  So I apologize now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4263462595070231540?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4263462595070231540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4263462595070231540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4263462595070231540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4263462595070231540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/got-colostrum.html' title='Got Colostrum?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8533757734200814471</id><published>2008-10-08T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:34:04.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>If you look at my ticker, this baby is due in 30 days.  In reality, probably a week after that, but still I have to be ready by Nov. 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Now I am feeling the crunch.  I like to be prepared and am a planner, so I have a list of things I need and I am getting organized.  I've gotten all the baby clothes out that are gender neutral and I have gotten a drawer empty for the clothes.  I would have washed them already, but in going through these I realized that I don't have any hats and only one blanket.  I know I have these things.  I just don't know where since a lot of stuff is in storage.  So I am just going to buy some.  I also have to finish gathering the things for the birth.  There is really not too much to get, but I have to budget in the money for all the things I need for birth and baby.  There are also a few things I want, but they may have to wait until after.  It is kinda surreal when you get to this point and realize how soon the baby is coming.  In a couple of weeks, it could be "anytime".  This baby has been kinda annoying with all the stretching as if he doesn't have enough room.  I really wouldn't mind an earlier baby this time, but not until November.  October is too full and I have several things to do that last week of October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8533757734200814471?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8533757734200814471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8533757734200814471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8533757734200814471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8533757734200814471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3992510522683860138</id><published>2008-10-04T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:19:55.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is my parent's 34&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary.  I am so glad that my parent's have stuck it out through thick and thin to stay together.  I don't think we always think of how our actions affect the distant future.  I am glad also for my children that their grandparent's are still married.  My husband's parents divorced when he was young, so they have dealt with that.  Also my brother and Jeremy's brother are both divorced.  I know my parent's have gone through rough times.  I am so glad that they stayed together and hope they realize the far reaching affects of this.  I hope they realize how important their marriage is to so many people.  So today, we are celebrating.  I have made a cake and have them a card.  I'm also slipping in some money so they can go on a date.  Since they are raising my nephew, it has been far too long since they have had a date. &lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; dad- I wish you many more years of marriage.  Hopefully most of them happy and fulfilling ones.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3992510522683860138?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3992510522683860138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3992510522683860138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3992510522683860138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3992510522683860138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6344171739371307216</id><published>2008-10-03T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:08:55.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>My husband came home last night and came in the kitchen while I was cooking.  He said he had thought about stopping and getting me flowers on the way home, but he didn't.  I  was not hurt, but flattered.  Just that he thought about me.  Then later in the evening, he told me he appreciated all that I do.  He doesn't often do either of those and he made me feel good last night.  I know he appreciates all that I do, but he rarely says that.  Of course, I don't know if I tell him how much I appreciate what he does often.  I do make a point to the girls and often in front of him, how lucky we are that he provides well for our family.  I was thinking about the quote " behind every successful man is a good woman."  the other night.  I was thinking if I was doing the right kind of things to help my husband succeed.  I take care of a lot around the house so that he doesn't have to worry about it.  I try to listen when he tells me about work (sometimes it is not interesting).  I try to make suggestions for changing or doing things better without nagging.  Sometimes I end up making him feel like a failure when I do this though.  I don't mean to do this.  He just does things differently than I would and I think my way is better so this translates into he is wrong.  I consider myself fairly organized and I like to plan everything out and he is the opposite of this.  I think this is where a lot of his problems come from, but I also think that no matter how much I tell him to plan and prioritize, it is just not his way.  Despite all his flaws, I hope he knows that I do truly love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't want to live without him.  I hope he feels the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, a friend of mine had her 1st baby yesterday.  I don't know all the details yet, but know she ended up with a c-section.  This is my soapbox.  I saw her about a month ago at her shower (she lives out of town) and spoke with her about her birth plans.  She did not take a childbirth class or hire a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;, yet she did wish to have the baby naturally.  I offered my services for free if she wanted.  I later told my mom that I saw a c-section and that is what happened.  As I said, I don't know the details, but I doubt that the section was truly needed as very few are.  I could find out I'm wrong.  I am glad that both mom and baby came out fine, but I know how important a birth can be and I also know the physical pain of a c-section.  I also know that she will probably be condemned to "once a c-section, always a c-section".  To some women, this is a small matter, but not to me.  This is why I took my births out of the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6344171739371307216?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6344171739371307216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6344171739371307216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6344171739371307216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6344171739371307216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/10/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3196494426114868900</id><published>2008-09-29T18:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:17:00.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Some have a weekly wrap up.  This is just about the weekend.  I am back to my old busy self which is good.  I need to stay active.  The girls had a big weekend and lots of fun.  On Thursday, we went to Buddy Bears with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group.  Miriam had a lot of fun, but Lily for some reason did not enjoy herself much.  On Friday, we went to Chuck e Cheese for a birthday party.  The girls love to go there and had a blast.  On Saturday, we went to Culture Fest at Coolidge Park.  The Chinese Association did some things on the stage and had a booth.  This was great for Miriam, because we are doing China for our Around the World Day project.  Surprisingly, though, the kid's favorite part was the Scottish games.  Must go back to our scotch/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irish&lt;/span&gt; ancestry on both sides!  On Sunday we went to worship, looked at houses and helped a friend move.  Then we met with some people from church at the park so the kids got to play more.  Today, we went to storage and finished getting Miriam's winter hand me downs for Lily and also got the baby stuff.  Debi came by for a prenatal visit since she was in town.  Everything is still going great with the baby.  Then we had our last gymnastics class for this session.  Miriam's class gave out ribbons.  She received 9 ribbons today.  I know in the scheme of things, it really doesn't mean much, but I was so proud I teared up.  She doesn't often "earn" recognition like that, especially since we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;.  I am really so proud of both my girls.  I think they are so talented, smart, and beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3196494426114868900?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3196494426114868900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3196494426114868900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3196494426114868900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3196494426114868900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap Up'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4097666490469853104</id><published>2008-09-26T07:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:53:33.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A loss</title><content type='html'>My husband's grandmother, Miriam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poarch&lt;/span&gt; Long, died Tuesday and we attended visitation last night and the funeral is today.  I did not really know her because she has had Alzheimer's since I met Jeremy, but she does have a special place in our home since Miriam is named after her.  When Jeremy and I started dating, he lived in her home, because she had remarried and it was empty (Jeremy's grandfather died long ago).  My Miriam only met her once as a baby.  At that point her Alzheimer's was so bad that she really didn't even recognize Jeremy.  As I said though, I still feel a connection with her.  She was constantly a part of Jeremy's childhood- he stayed with her after school and remembers her German Chocolate cake, he attended church with her and remembers getting pinched when he misbehaved (he still does not like even playful pinching).  We did not see her much, Jeremy said he did not like seeing her the way she was and I can understand.  I always worry about his emotions at times like this.  He doesn't seem like it, but he cries rather easily.  I was not worried so much about his feelings of lose over his grandmother, but that they would bring up memories of his dad also who died less than a year ago.  Of course, he says he is okay!&lt;br /&gt;Onto another part of this story, sometime 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; years ago, Jeremy's dad and his 2 brother's had a falling out and would not talk to each other.  Jeremy grew up not really knowing his uncles or his cousins.  Of course, this situation has thrown them all back together and this week I have finally met his uncles and cousins and other family on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poarch&lt;/span&gt; side.  I don't know what I expected, but everyone is so nice and took up with us right away.  They made a fuss over the girls and the girls took to them also.  I really don't understand not wanting to be around your family for 20 years, especially when this thought is passed down to the children (Jeremy and his cousins).  One aunt even expressed how excited she had been to finally get to see Jeremy again and meet us.  They were taking lots of pictures last night.  I know we won't see any of them much, because they live in Atlanta and Nashville, but I do hope they can be a part of our lives from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4097666490469853104?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4097666490469853104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4097666490469853104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4097666490469853104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4097666490469853104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/loss.html' title='A loss'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7915125616140329182</id><published>2008-09-24T13:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:49:50.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9oL7z9EI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rxCUXUSPI-8/s1600-h/100_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9oXl7yKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ulI5TkOIFqA/s1600-h/family+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646448135096482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9oXl7yKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ulI5TkOIFqA/s320/family+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9ox7H9iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rB-mglVhISk/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249646455203296802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9ox7H9iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rB-mglVhISk/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7915125616140329182?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7915125616140329182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7915125616140329182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7915125616140329182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7915125616140329182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNp9oXl7yKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ulI5TkOIFqA/s72-c/family+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7851494066091080045</id><published>2008-09-23T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:07:45.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homebody</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been feeling like a homebody. If you have read my previous posts, I am not normally like this, but get bored if I have nothing to go do. Now I am not wanting to take the girls to the library or to music class, but would rather stay home. It is really weird to me. I know part of this is from still being a little sick and now getting big pregnant. I also do not even want to take the girls outside to play. I just want to lay around the house. Come October thought I have a lot I need to get done so I hope that this feeling doesn't last too long. I still have to get out the girls winter clothes so I can see what they need still. I know neither one of them need much, but that way I'll know what to look for at the consignment sales. I also need to start getting ready for this baby. I still need to wash 0-3 month clothes (plus find somewhere to put them), get diapers, and finish getting my supplies for the birth. I also want to redesign my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt; website. It has been messed up for a while and I'd like to fix it and add a few things. Hopefully I can get all this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am posting a new belly pic. We took this at the park Sunday and I really like it. I'll post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; family pics tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249326247354794674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNlaaOu3grI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0OttvOOOkEU/s320/100_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7851494066091080045?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7851494066091080045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7851494066091080045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7851494066091080045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7851494066091080045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/homebody.html' title='Homebody'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SNlaaOu3grI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0OttvOOOkEU/s72-c/100_1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1190420212037854903</id><published>2008-09-21T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:42:39.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick &amp; Tired</title><content type='html'>So I've gotten lazier with my posts lately.  I've just been posting about once a week.  This week I was down with this cold.  Normally colds don't affect me that bad, but this one made me just want to lay around.  At the first of the week, I only went out to do things I had to do.  I am feeling much better, but the congestion is still lingering.  Friday, we went to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group's Not Back to School Party.  We had a lot of fun and the kids enjoyed playing at the park.  It is great to start doing things with everyone again.  I really missed them this summer. &lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of cleaning.  We had someone come look at our house Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  While I'm glad they are looking, it is getting harder for me to clean like I need to.  My belly was sore Friday from all I did on Thursday and Friday morning.  It is amazing how much dirt can accumulate in a day.  I will openly admit that I don't normally clean my house very well.  I have always picked up and cleaned up messes, but did not do the deep cleaning often enough.  It shocked me that it appears that as much dirt accumulated in 1 day as I usually see in my sporadic deep cleanings.  I wish someone would buy my house so that I don't have to do this anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today we finally went and took some family pictures at the park.  We have been wanting to do this since the spring.  I think most of them turned out well.  I'll post some soon.  I need to post another belly pic too.  I really like my belly this time (not that I didn't before).  To me, I have a much rounder shape this time.  Of course, that can change as the baby is growing greatly at this point.  I am not yet at the point of "wanting" the baby out.  The only times it bother me really is at night.  My hips hurt when I turn from side to side.  I'm really comfortable flat on my back, but that is not good for the baby.  I hope to write more this week than I have been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1190420212037854903?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1190420212037854903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1190420212037854903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1190420212037854903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1190420212037854903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-tired.html' title='Sick &amp; Tired'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6301495121713517926</id><published>2008-09-15T09:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:20:28.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Birth</title><content type='html'>For a while anyway.  My client finally had her baby Saturday.  By the way, this is long.  She had called several times in the days before and was having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prelabor&lt;/span&gt;.  Then on Friday night, she thought she was in labor and called me, but then before I left, called back and said she didn't need me.  I did get the call to come a little after 6am Saturday.  I did go a little earlier to this labor than I normally do because this was a single mom.  I was her only support.  I went and sat with her until the kids woke up and then got them breakfast and dressed.  I was trying to handle what they needed so the mom could labor.  Their great-grandmother came and got them mid-morning.  I ran my client a bath and she stayed in there quite a while.  She was having contractions, but what a saw was about 10 minutes apart and she was not making noise or seeming to be in too much pain.  She said they were hard, but I just didn't think she was very far along.  She called the Dr.  and the on-call did not think she was ready to go to the hospital yet, but she really wanted to so we got ready.  She said she was ready for some pain medication.  It still took an hour to get everything ready and in the car.  I drover her there and we got there about 2pm.  When she got in and they checked her, she was 7 cm.  I was shocked.  Apparently she was just handling everything very well.  We were both very excited and this renewed her wants of going naturally.  We got checked into a room and her Dr. came and she was 8cm before too long.  I'm thinking this baby will be born within 1-2 hours.  Then she gets to 8.5 and stays there. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pause here to tell you what she was like in labor.  She did not want to be touched and for the most part she wanted it quiet.  Also, she wanted to lay down most of the time, so my suggestions of being active were all turned down.  All this was fine with me, because I am there for whatever the woman's needs are.  I would forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every now&lt;/span&gt; and then and touch her and she would shake me off.  She wanted and needed me there, but she mostly just wanted to handle the labor by herself.  As a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;, the work itself was easy- I did not spend hours massaging her back or holding her up. &lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, so she stays at 8.5 for several hours and the nurses and Dr. come in more often and monitor her more often, both of which starts to bother her, because she just wants to be left alone by everyone.  Finally, her dilation goes back to an 8.  You may think this is impossible, but I had read about this in books and now I have seen this happen twice this year.  When you have people (nurse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drs&lt;/span&gt;) who are coming in often to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interrupt&lt;/span&gt;" you and who are giving you discouraging news instead of encouraging you, this can easily happen.  Finally, it is getting late 8pm and the Dr says you have to do something.  She agrees to an epidural.  It is in by 9pm.  She cried after it was in, because she had really thought she could go natural and wanted to.  I told her she had been very successful and we can't control the labor we are dealt.  Within an hour she was complete, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;epi&lt;/span&gt; did help her.  She pushed the baby out fairly quickly and he was born just after 10pm.  He came out with his hand next to his head so I don't know if this helped cause the stall at 8 or not? &lt;br /&gt;He came out healthy and nursed right away and well.  I stayed and helped her get settled into recovery.  I was with her for 3 hours after the baby was born which I normally don't do, but I didn't want to leave her alone.  When her sister came back at 1am (she was there for the last hour of labor), I finally left to go home.  I was with her a total of 19 hours.  I think that is my longest labor yet, but I knew I signed on for that too.  I'm just glad I get a break now. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, I taught preschool bible class, tried to stay awake during worship, we grabbed a quick bite afterwards.  I then went home and slept for a couple of hours.  Did I also mention I started getting a cold on Friday?  Thankfully, it didn't bother me during the labor except needing a drink when my throat was dry, but it did come in on Sunday.  I slept 10 hours last night and finally feel a bit more myself today.  I'm glad I attended the labor and I hope it was a positive experience for the mother, but I am so glad to not have to do one for a while.  At least not for 8-9 more weeks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6301495121713517926?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6301495121713517926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6301495121713517926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6301495121713517926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6301495121713517926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-birth.html' title='Last Birth'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4709472012059777522</id><published>2008-09-09T09:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:59:33.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>I am ready to focus on me!  I know that sound egotistical, but I don't mean it that way.  For this whole pregnancy, I have been thinking of other things.  Besides the daily family stuff, I'm always waiting for a client to have her baby and I've been looking for a house while worrying about ours selling.  I am at that point in me pregnancy where I really want to just think about me and this baby.  I want to think about my birth and how I want it to be and to begin to prepare.  I want to think about the baby, come up with names, decide if I want to do cloth or disposable diapers, start washing things.  I'm not really worried about getting everything done- 60 days is still plenty of time, I'm just ready to make that my focus.  I feel as if this baby has been neglected.  That is not the case as I try to eat right, take my vitamins, see my midwife, and am planning the best start of life possible for him/her.  I just have not gotten to think as much about this one.  That also helps the wait though.  Time has certainly flown and before I know it, this baby will be in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;On this note, I saw Debi yesterday.  Everything is going great still.  I always do well with pregnancy and this time is no different.  The baby is great and has moved into a head down position.  He wasn't last visit, so that is a relief to know.  Now in my 3rd trimester, I certainly feel pregnant.  I have some trouble at night, but I am still getting enough sleep so that's okay.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; Hicks have started too.  Just a few a day that I can feel, but again, nothing that I could complain about.  I'm looking forward to this birth and have some fear too.  the fear is really just for the unknown part of it all.  I just hope this one is a little easier than Lily's.  Although I had a long,hard birth once and can make it through another if I have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4709472012059777522?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4709472012059777522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4709472012059777522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4709472012059777522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4709472012059777522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-365449972637226514</id><published>2008-09-08T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:25:48.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we went to Touch-a-truck.  This is an event where the kids get to climb in and explore all kinds of big service trucks and cars including a police car, city bus, dump truck, etc.  They also gave away free food, t-shirts, and lots of other stuff.  The girls had a nice time.  We then went and ate  and then had a lazy afternoon at home.  After dinner, we all took a walk down to the park and played for about an hour.  That is one thing that I will miss when we move.  The girls and I walk to the Library when it is a nice day and being able to walk to a park. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to worship and then ate lunch with my parents.  Then we stopped by to see Jeremy's mom too.  It was grandparents day and the girls had made them both cards.  My parents drove by the house I was interested in and it was having an open house so they looked and later I took Jeremy to look.  No one else liked it as much as I did so back to square 1.  I was a little down after that.  Also, my new dryer that was free dries my clothes really well, but also will choose a few to leave brown stains on.  While I told Jeremy about this after the first load, he still has not looked.  So now I refuse to use my dryer until he fixes this or gets me a new one.  It may be a while until we have clean clothes!  I am still waiting for my client to go into labor.  I am ready for that to happen and for us to find a house so that I can start concentrating on me and this baby and the upcoming birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-365449972637226514?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/365449972637226514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=365449972637226514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/365449972637226514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/365449972637226514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6638488087512195888</id><published>2008-09-04T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:29:45.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Reviews</title><content type='html'>We've seen 2 movies lately at the $1 theater.  I feel rather cheap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I hate paying so much to go see a regular movie and did not take the girls to see any of the kid's summer movies this year.  We did go to the free ones at the Rave though.  So I've been watching the theater at Hamilton Place for the movies to come through.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda.  The kids loved this movie and I really enjoyed it too.  It was a really great family movie.  It had a positive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; and was very funny.  This is one I would recommend to everyone and I plan to buy when the movie comes out on DVD. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took the kids to see the new Indiana Jones.  I was looking forward to seeing this since I grew up with the older movies.  While the movie did have some interesting parts, to me it was just not the same.  Events were sometimes too fantastical.  I know that the old movies had some of this too, but the new one took it too far.  I really did not like the ending either.  It would have been much better if they wrote something simpler.  I was also not impressed with Harrison Ford as an actor.  He was just not believable as Indiana Jones anymore.  It really wasn't his age, but his face just looked tired and like he wasn't enjoying his adventure.  The kids ( Miriam &amp;amp; A.J.) enjoyed it, but Lily was too scared to look during some parts.  I certainly wouldn't have wanted to waste $6 a person, but I guess $1 was okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6638488087512195888?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6638488087512195888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6638488087512195888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6638488087512195888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6638488087512195888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/movie-reviews.html' title='Movie Reviews'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7092585350291749744</id><published>2008-09-01T10:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:53:01.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>Several things have happened lately that have me thinking about giving and God's providence.  When I was in college, I attended a congregation that was very giving towards me.  By this I mean, that individual members made sure I was taken care of and had plenty of fellowship with them.  I was often asked out to eat and rarely paid for my meal.  There are a few who were very capable of doing this (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt;) and did so often.  I always felt guilty, but I remember one man telling me that one day when I was capable I would be doing the same things.  Since then, I have matured as a woman and a christian, gotten married, etc.  I have always remembered this and I have always tried to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of my giving.  I try to give generously to the church, but also to individuals who have a need.  In return, I always try to be aware of how God returns this to me by help when I need it.  As II Corinthians 9:6 says, "But this [I say], He which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soweth&lt;/span&gt; sparingly shall reap also sparingly; and he which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soweth&lt;/span&gt; bountifully shall reap also bountifully."  This applies to many things in the spiritual realm, but in the context, Paul is specifically talking about giving.  Knowing this, God also does not expect us to give beyond our means and sometimes a little is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;considered&lt;/span&gt; to be a lot in His eyes (for example: the story of the widow's mite in Mark 12). &lt;br /&gt;When Jeremy and I are aware of a need or have something that could help someone else, we have always tried to help fill it.  This comes in many forms from money to help moving to a meal.  I feel that sometimes we do not help when we should, but we do try.  In return, God has many times blessed us and our brethren have come through when we have a need.  I would not have made it through the death of Josiah without God to lean on as well as all the support we had from brethren in this area and beyond.  More than once when a finacial need has arised, we will get some sort of refund or bonus check we were not expecting.  This does not happen every time, but it has happened.  We are blessed with my husband's steady job and paycheck and we live within our means so that we are not often in need.  This weekend we have 2 unplanned expenses, new tires and shocks for my husbands car and my dryer burned out.  Then today, my husband found a free dryer and is picking it up tomorrow.  I know that God's hand was in that although in reality it is a minor thing because we could have bought one if we had to.  Just yesterday we were helping a christian family unload their moving truck (giving of ourselves) and today I am getting a free dryer.  I have gained a new friend also as the family has kids very close to my kid's age and me and the mom have a lot in common.  While God never promises that this life will be easy (why would we hope for heaven if it was?), He certainly provides the means for us to get by here.  I have NO DOUBT that when I need help, all I have to do is lean on Him and He will provide.  That is so comforting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7092585350291749744?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7092585350291749744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7092585350291749744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7092585350291749744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7092585350291749744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/09/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5230959979387084535</id><published>2008-08-28T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:32:01.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been a good day and I was busy all day.  We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt; then went to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PAFT&lt;/span&gt; (Parents are First Teachers) group meeting.  We got to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;train a&lt;/span&gt;t the Tennessee Valley Railroad for free.  This was the first time that Lily has ever been on a train.  Both girls had a lot of fun.  Then we went to look at a house I was interested in.  i really love it and I would make an offer on it.  we just have to see if everyone else will agree.  I plan to take everyone back over to look soon.  I also reduced the price on our house so hopefully it will sell soon.  After that we went by Target to get a few things.  I had to buy Lily another nightgown so we could avoid any more bedtime melt downs.  She has one gown she wants to wear every night.  She will not wear any of her other pajamas.  So now we have 2- one to wear while the other washes.  Finally we went by the church so I could get all my stuff ready for bible class on Sunday (I teach the preschool class).  Some friends were there cleaning and organizing so we got to chat and play while we worked.  Now I'm finally home making a quick dinner and I still have to go get groceries tonight.  I normally do my grocery shopping on Thurs morning, but was unable today.  I think Miriam will go with me and we will have some girl time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5230959979387084535?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5230959979387084535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5230959979387084535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5230959979387084535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5230959979387084535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-has-been-good-day-and-i-was-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4931909920928621090</id><published>2008-08-26T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:02:15.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>Today is our 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of homeschooling this year.  So far everything has been going pretty well.  Miriam is certainly capable of doing everything easily so far and it has mostly been review anyway.  I'm questioning my choice to use more workbooks this year.  She has always seemed to like workbooks, but I can also see that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; she is bored with them.  I have decided to do a project every few weeks that will get us out of the books and more into hands on things.  She is reading really well which is a relief.  I was worried she might have a hard time since we didn't practice enough this summer and we are using the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abeka&lt;/span&gt; readers this year.  When she is concentrating, she will fly through a story.  When she really doesn't want to read, it can take forever.  I can always tell when she is bored or doesn't want to do the work, because she becomes a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;contortionist&lt;/span&gt;.  Miriam can get into so many positions and move around so much, it drives me crazy.  It doesn't matter if we are at the table, the couch, or in bed.  She also likes to stand beside her chair a lot.  I just don't know why she won't be still.  In school she would be expected to sit at her desk, so I expect the same at home.  I'm trying to think of some way to tie her down!&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I really love about homeschooling is that it is easy to see where they need more help or review.  We were doing a calendar yesterday and she couldn't tell me the months of the year.  While we did this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;, it is just something she has forgotten.  So that is easily remedied and I am going to start going over the calendar every day and we will review the months of the year until she knows them again.  It is great to be able to adjust your lesson plan to fit in something that is needed.  This year is going good so far- only 160 more days to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4931909920928621090?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4931909920928621090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4931909920928621090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4931909920928621090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4931909920928621090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8288215478500272922</id><published>2008-08-19T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T08:37:02.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>This is something that I just had to post about.  I think Lily only dreams about candy and sweets.  There are certainly worse things to dream about, but it gives new meaning to "sweet dreams".  This morning and yesterday morning, she tossed and turned a little and was whining that "She did want some ice cream".  Someone in her dream either wouldn't share or ate it all before she got some.  She has done this in the recent past also with gummy bears and chocolate.  I have to hold her close and comfort her until she goes back to deep sleep.  After we get up I will ask her who wouldn't give her the ice cream and she doesn't know what I'm talking about.  She has let me know that she wants me to buy some ice cream at the grocery store this week.  I think I am taking the girls to $1 scoop night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robbins today.  I have to get that poor baby some ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8288215478500272922?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8288215478500272922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8288215478500272922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8288215478500272922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8288215478500272922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3238102918685698897</id><published>2008-08-18T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:45:39.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Brain</title><content type='html'>I've got it!  Yesterday I told someone at worship I would come by their house after we ate lunch.  After we ate, I just wanted to go home and forgot all about going by.  I in fact did not remember until I saw them again that night.  I felt guilty for not showing up, but also shocked that I forgot.  I am normally not forgetful.  I have done this more often lately.  I am also starting to feel lazier.  Not that I still don't get things done, but I don't want to.  I am not staying on top of things quite like I should, but they are not horrible either.  I am getting tired by mid afternoon.  I guess I must really be pregnant!  Now that I'm in my last trimester I am starting to feel it.  I still am not getting prepared and probably won't until October. &lt;br /&gt;I am actually already getting prepared for our trip to Disney world next year and that is 6 months away.  I guess to me, there is much more planning involved in our vacation than in having this baby.  I have been saving my money and now am already deciding what rides to ride and where to eat.  I guess I want this vacation to go really well since this is the biggest (longest, most expensive) vacation we've been on and we won't get to go back soon.  I'm really ready to go now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3238102918685698897?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3238102918685698897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3238102918685698897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3238102918685698897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3238102918685698897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/pregnancy-brain.html' title='Pregnancy Brain'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1685951584077388284</id><published>2008-08-15T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:19:11.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Big Kid Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKWQQhMgwFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CooUEzmmoLA/s1600-h/100_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234748755351224402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKWQQhMgwFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CooUEzmmoLA/s320/100_1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily is potty trained. We have worked on it for over a week now and although she has had a few accidents here and there, she is in underwear only. She even sleeps in underwear with no accidents. We celebrated last night with a trip to Chuck E. Cheese. The girls had a blast. Jeremy and I even had some fun too. My little one has really grown up. I'm glad I'm having a baby soon, because Lily is definitely not my baby anymore. She will tell you that if you ask her too. You can't even call her baby doll. So here is a picture of Lily in her underwear. I also have a picture of Lily holding the first ripe tomato from what my dad planted. It grew on one of her plants (each child chose some plants to call their own). We ate it Wed. with lunch. She also has the second ripe one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234748332926098226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKWP37ig2zI/AAAAAAAAADw/l1aQyQWwVHY/s320/100_1475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1685951584077388284?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1685951584077388284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1685951584077388284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1685951584077388284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1685951584077388284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a Big Kid Now'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKWQQhMgwFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CooUEzmmoLA/s72-c/100_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3225765246222745025</id><published>2008-08-13T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:23:33.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKLSCE-1VUI/AAAAAAAAADg/eHszYA3Ki3U/s1600-h/100_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233976650096792898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKLSCE-1VUI/AAAAAAAAADg/eHszYA3Ki3U/s320/100_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who haven't seen me in a while.  Please don't point out that my butt sticks out as much as my belly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3225765246222745025?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3225765246222745025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3225765246222745025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3225765246222745025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3225765246222745025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/belly-pic.html' title='Belly Pic'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SKLSCE-1VUI/AAAAAAAAADg/eHszYA3Ki3U/s72-c/100_1386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2119735159307202962</id><published>2008-08-12T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:10:00.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Girls</title><content type='html'>This weekend my parents and all of us went to Columbia to visit our family.  They stayed with my mom's mom and we stayed with my dad's parents on their farm.  My dad was raised on a pretty big farm- had to feed and milk the cows before school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.  We didn't have access to i&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; and it is just so peaceful to be out int he country.  the girls would wake up early and eat breakfast real quick (which my grandmother cooked for us).  Then they would have to get dressed and go help my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;peepaw&lt;/span&gt; feed the cows or something.  We sat out on the porch and watch the hummingbirds fight over the feeders.  They were able to go outside without me worrying if they were okay.  They also explored the farm some on Sunday when my cousin was out there.  These girls could really be country girls!    I could get used to it to if there was somewhere around here that was "country", but didn't take 45 minutes to get into town. &lt;br /&gt;We got to see my brother too, which we don't get to do often.  My girls, especially Lily, really love Uncle Adam.  We really enjoyed seeing everyone since it has been about 3 months since we've been up there.  Mom and I stopped by a friend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;our's&lt;/span&gt; baby shower in Nashville on the way home.  It was nice to see them again too.  We had a very tiring weekend and I still feel behind.  I'm glad we went though and hope to go 1 more time before the baby is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2119735159307202962?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2119735159307202962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2119735159307202962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2119735159307202962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2119735159307202962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/country-girls.html' title='Country Girls'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5812693228679204837</id><published>2008-08-08T16:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:09:14.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Today we had our first field trip of the year. Some families from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group got together and we went to Raccoon Mountain Caverns. The kids seemed to enjoy. Even though both girls thought and kinda acted like they were scared, I really don't think they were. They even got to see a red salamander. Miriam might have even learned something. They got to "pan" for gems after the tour. Here are a few pics of our adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoRZciTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/R7mAyC3av50/s1600-h/100_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232241177404410162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoRZciTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/R7mAyC3av50/s200/100_1398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoPTgN0I/AAAAAAAAADI/xRkCK0svo9E/s1600-h/100_1395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232241176842614594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoPTgN0I/AAAAAAAAADI/xRkCK0svo9E/s200/100_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoh4xHYI/AAAAAAAAADY/w2plRc0MhKs/s1600-h/100_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232241181830749570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoh4xHYI/AAAAAAAAADY/w2plRc0MhKs/s200/100_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5812693228679204837?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5812693228679204837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5812693228679204837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5812693228679204837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5812693228679204837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-field-trip.html' title='First Field Trip'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJynoRZciTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/R7mAyC3av50/s72-c/100_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7201060584543094893</id><published>2008-08-07T08:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:37:31.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>P.T. Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Potty&lt;/span&gt; Training is still going well. It has been 3 days now and I consider Lily potty trained with some work still needed to be done. She didn't have an accident the first 2 days, but yesterday she had a couple. We were on the go all afternoon though so I think she was just a little distracted. I am giving her candy as a reward and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; she will go sit on the potty and try to go but nothing will come. She will look at me with a pitiful face and so " Pee pee and poo poo won't come". I really don't like giving her this much candy, but it seems to be working and it is only one piece at a time. I'm hoping today goes better than yesterday, but I do have to make a trip to Debi's so I don't know how Lily will handle that. We are also going to Columbia to visit family on Friday and that is a longer drive. I know we'll make at least one stop then.&lt;br /&gt;It has been over 5 weeks since I saw Debi. I know everything is going okay, but it is nice to be told that. I am almost 27 weeks now and I will start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; Debi a little more often now. It is kinda scary how quickly time is going and how soon this baby will be here. Each pregnancy just goes by more quickly. I have been told several times that it looks like a boy so we will see. I'll be happy either way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7201060584543094893?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7201060584543094893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7201060584543094893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7201060584543094893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7201060584543094893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/pt-duty.html' title='P.T. Duty'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8362265241025319338</id><published>2008-08-05T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:36:58.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;, so we are trying again to potty train Lily.  She is actually doing much better this time.  Yesterday she wore underwear all day without an accident and no accidents so far today.  I am doing things a little different this time.  For one, I'm very serious about it.  Last time I kinda hoped she would train herself without too much involvement from me.  Now I am trying to be very vigilant.  I do not want a take 3.  Second, I clearly outline and remind her of the rewards she will get (candy each time she goes and a trip to Chuck E. Cheese when complete).  I even have the candy on the back of the toilet.  I also clearly outlined the punishment for peeing on my floor.  I know some wouldn't approve of punishing an accident and I will not punish a true accident, but I will if she pees on the floor just to do it.  I really think this made a big different this time.  She has to understand that it is not acceptable to me to have to clean the floor all day.  So as I said, it is going really well and I hope it sticks this time.  I really don't want 2 kids in diapers.  I am going to try cloth diapering again with this baby though.  Hopefully I will stick to it longer than with Lily.  I want to cloth diaper more for the environment than because of the money.  Our family has put too many diapers out there as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8362265241025319338?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8362265241025319338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8362265241025319338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8362265241025319338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8362265241025319338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/potty-training-take-2.html' title='Potty Training Take 2'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5847164974524773899</id><published>2008-08-01T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:42:43.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100 days</title><content type='html'>So I'm a couple of days late on this, but I now am down into the double digits of days left till baby is here.  In reality this baby will not come in 98 days, but at that time it will definitely be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imminent&lt;/span&gt;.  This pregnancy is going by so fast.  I really don't dwell too much on actually being pregnant except when the baby is kicking.  I'm just kinda wondering when I'm going to go into that "this baby is coming soon" mode.  We don't know if it's a boy or girl so I'm not out buying clothes.  I'm not stocking up on diapers, wipes, or anything else.  I am worried about selling the house and getting a new one and sometimes I actually think about having to go through labor again, but I'm not really preparing for our new little one.  I'm hoping that in October I will feel the need to get everything ready. &lt;br /&gt;On another note, we started homeschooling this week.  Miriam's workbooks came in and so far she is very excited.  I always wonder how long it will take that excitement to turn into "Do I have to?"  I hope it lasts a little while, because Miriam has a bit more work to do this year and we will be more structured.  It won't be quite as relaxed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eclectic&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; was.  I have no doubt she can do everything, just don't want to fight her on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5847164974524773899?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5847164974524773899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5847164974524773899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5847164974524773899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5847164974524773899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/08/100-days.html' title='100 days'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1080748509225622792</id><published>2008-07-30T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:36:23.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJBgOyFn0JI/AAAAAAAAADA/QSQHv1cvQls/s1600-h/100_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228784974456934546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJBgOyFn0JI/AAAAAAAAADA/QSQHv1cvQls/s400/100_1356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1080748509225622792?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1080748509225622792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1080748509225622792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1080748509225622792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1080748509225622792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SJBgOyFn0JI/AAAAAAAAADA/QSQHv1cvQls/s72-c/100_1356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1978964031693206657</id><published>2008-07-28T09:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:44:03.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Push!!</title><content type='html'>I normally don't post twice in a day, but I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; enough to attend another birth yesterday.  It was really amazing and surprisingly easy (for me anyway).  I got woke up at 7am and told my client was in labor.  I got a call back at 8am and then finally at 9am asking me to come.  My friend Christina attended this birth with me for her childbirth educator certification.  We both got there about 9:30am.  My client was definitely in labor, but we didn't know how long it would take since her last labor was 36 hours.  I really thought I was in for the long haul.  Shortly after we got there things got more intense and she was doubting herself.  These are signs that her labor was pretty far along, but a lot of my clients reach this point at 5 cm, so I still thought we had a while to go.  I suggested a bath after a while and once she got in the water, she was better able to handle her labor and got herself back in control.  Shortly, she starts telling me she is feeling pressure.  Her husband starts wanting to call the midwife, but my client never said we needed to.  After a few more contractions she tells me she feels like she might need to push.  So I talk to her to see if this is really it.  I finally decide that she is in fact wanting to push and we call the midwife to tell them we are on the way.  Her husband is gathering things quickly and Christina and I are getting her dressed.  She is definitely starting to push at this point, so we are start going faster.  I tell hubby to call back and tell them we're coming and she's already pushing.  We rush to the car and I ride with my client while Christina follows.  Keep in mind, this is happening just 2 hours after I got there.  During the ride I'm telling my client to breathe out and not to push and she has her hand down there like it will stop the baby from coming.  She was worried that she really wasn't that far and that we wouldn't make it before the baby was born at the same time.  We passed 2 cops who luckily didn't notice us.  I knew she was close, but at no time did I feel panicky or that we wouldn't make it.  We got to the hospital and pulled up and 5 nurses run out with a stretcher.  They put my client on it and pulled her underwear off and her water broke.  They rush inside and get her in a room.  She is pushing, but they are asking her not to since the midwife is not there yet, then they decide to let her go ahead.  The midwife walks in when the head is halfway out and doesn't have time to put a gown on or anything.  Another push or two and the baby was out.  All this in the 2 and 1/2 hours I was with her.  This is the first time I have been with someone who waited this long to go to the hospital and I truly didn't think she was that close until she said she was pushing.  In my opinion, it worked out great.  She didn't have to be tethered to machines for hours or lay in bed or have an IV, etc.  She labored totally at home and got to the hospital just in time for them to catch the baby.   It was really exciting too.  Rarely do I attend a birth where I get a good night's sleep before, stay with the client for so short a time, and was home with my family that afternoon.  So it was really a good birth for me and the client went natural which she was unable to do the first time.  Have I ever said I love my job??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1978964031693206657?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1978964031693206657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1978964031693206657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1978964031693206657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1978964031693206657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-push.html' title='Don&apos;t Push!!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-7258649938493320972</id><published>2008-07-28T09:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:20:03.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Knoxville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been rather lazy in posting this since we got back last Wed. Our trip was good although the girls could have been better for me. On Monday, we went to the zoo and then had dinner with Jeremy and some other conference people. The hotel we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; in was downtown right next to the World's Fair Park. So on Tuesday we walked around there. We went up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunsphere&lt;/span&gt;, went to the art museum (which happened to be free that day), and stopped by the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory (my favorite part). Later we changed into our swimsuits and went to the fountain in the park to play. That night the conference had a big buffet meal, music, craft booths, and fireworks in the park. Me and the girls did not pay to go, but we went down there and they let us in. It was really neat. As it was getting dark, our girls were playing in the grass with some other kids and this man walks up and asked whose kids were these? Jeremy and I are thinking "what did they do?" The man then said he owned the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunsphere&lt;/span&gt; and would we like to watch the fireworks from there? So we went up with him and another family. You have not seen fireworks until they are exploding right in front of your face. It was really awesome and I told Miriam to remember this because it was a once in a lifetime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. That was probably the highlight of our trip and I didn't even have my camera with me. On wed., we packed to leave and took the kids to the Discovery Center on our way out of town. It was a pretty good trip. I wish Jeremy could have been with us more, but I wasn't going to pass up a free hotel stay. Here are a few pictures at the zoo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sunsphere&lt;/span&gt;, and fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G0eY4NLI/AAAAAAAAACg/mmHoHjS_xDQ/s1600-h/100_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228053347259921586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G0eY4NLI/AAAAAAAAACg/mmHoHjS_xDQ/s200/100_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G0sGJ4MI/AAAAAAAAACo/kBEN8oF7zqQ/s1600-h/100_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228053350939484354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G0sGJ4MI/AAAAAAAAACo/kBEN8oF7zqQ/s200/100_1364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G1Ih1U4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ovhy8S5CEPg/s1600-h/100_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228053358571770754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G1Ih1U4I/AAAAAAAAACw/ovhy8S5CEPg/s200/100_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G1tjGqeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AUPfye5uFyw/s1600-h/100_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228053368509213154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G1tjGqeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/AUPfye5uFyw/s200/100_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-7258649938493320972?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/7258649938493320972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=7258649938493320972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7258649938493320972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/7258649938493320972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-knoxville.html' title='Trip to Knoxville'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/SI3G0eY4NLI/AAAAAAAAACg/mmHoHjS_xDQ/s72-c/100_1362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-803540493612388022</id><published>2008-07-19T20:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:18:48.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny Pooper</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel like a few things have been completed this week.  Our house finally being for sale was one.  We still need to do a little work to it, but it is very minimal.  I ordered the rest of Miriam's school books.  I should get those soon and we can begin the year.  I have already made my lesson plan for the first week.  I am still deciding what activities for her to do.  Probably a music class and a sport.  Now our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Knoxville&lt;/span&gt; is finally tomorrow.  I am looking forward to this mini vacation.  I love to stay in a hotel and not have to worry.  We are going to the zoo and will be staying close to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunsphere&lt;/span&gt; and the park there.  I will post pictures when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;Lily has us on poop alert.  She swallowed a penny yesterday and we are having to dig through her poop to see if it came out.  I just hope it is soon.  This is similar to the time Miriam put a bean up her nose at 10pm and we had to go the the ER.  I have mellowed out some and we are not rushing to the Dr, but waiting to see.  Why do children do stuff like this??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-803540493612388022?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/803540493612388022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=803540493612388022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/803540493612388022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/803540493612388022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/penny-pooper.html' title='Penny Pooper'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8118549659237364152</id><published>2008-07-16T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:22:08.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Listing</title><content type='html'>Here is a link to our house listing.  If you know anyone looking for a home, you could let them know.  It is a 2 bedroom, one bath in East Ridge.  Most of my friends have more kids than me so I know they don't need it, but maybe you know of someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mlsarealistings.com/(5cbiul55cenotj45gpdbvnvh)/propertyResults.aspx?fromSearchForm=true&amp;amp;moreSearchMode=true&amp;amp;openHouseSearch=&amp;amp;sitecode=&amp;amp;gateway_la_code=&amp;amp;gateway_lo_code=&amp;amp;scope=&amp;amp;loo_category=1&amp;amp;rng_current_price=&amp;amp;rng_current_price=&amp;amp;num_bedrooms=NA&amp;amp;num_baths_full+%2B+decode%28baths_half%2Cnull%2C0%2Cbaths_half%29=NA&amp;amp;tex_mls_acct=1111990&amp;amp;btnSearch.x=45&amp;amp;btnSearch.y=15"&gt;http://www.mlsarealistings.com/(5cbiul55cenotj45gpdbvnvh)/propertyResults.aspx?fromSearchForm=true&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;moreSearchMode&lt;/span&gt;=true&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;openHouseSearch&lt;/span&gt;=&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sitecode&lt;/span&gt;=&amp;amp;gateway_la_code=&amp;amp;gateway_lo_code=&amp;amp;scope=&amp;amp;loo_category=1&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rng&lt;/span&gt;_current_price=&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rng&lt;/span&gt;_current_price=&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt;_bedrooms=NA&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;num&lt;/span&gt;_baths_full+%2B+decode%28baths_half%2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cnull&lt;/span&gt;%2C0%2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cbaths&lt;/span&gt;_half%29=NA&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tex&lt;/span&gt;_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mls&lt;/span&gt;_acct=1111990&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;btnSearch&lt;/span&gt;.x=45&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;btnSearch&lt;/span&gt;.y=15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8118549659237364152?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8118549659237364152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8118549659237364152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8118549659237364152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8118549659237364152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-listing.html' title='House Listing'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-1826882155052416027</id><published>2008-07-15T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:42:07.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in cyberworld?</title><content type='html'>I was beginning to think I was alone out here.  I had written several posts with no comments so thanks to those who wished me a happy birthday.  Of course, I truly believe that most of the time my life is pretty boring so what is there to comment on?  There are things that are much worse than just being boring.  When I started this blog I thought I might get philosophical all the time and have some deep posts.  I really don't have time to sit here and think about things with my kids so I tend to write the mundane.  So here is more of the mundane.&lt;br /&gt;We finally have our house on the market.  This has been a long time coming so it is quite a relief.  Now onto finding us a new house.  We have looked some and I have not been very happy with what is out there.  I really feel the time slipping away.  I am having this baby in our new home!  My pregnancy is still going well.  This little one is pretty active and my body still feels pretty good.  I can't believe November is so close.  I am getting ready to start homeschooling.  August 1st will be our first day.  I can't believe Miriam is a 1st grader.  It is not really sad for me to see my kids grow up, it is just shocking.  It's like- when did that happen, didn't we just start kindergarten?  This week we have a gospel meeting at church so we will be on the go every evening.  Next week, Jeremy has a conference in Knoxville.  The girls and I are tagging along as tourist.  I am looking forward to this mini vacation.  I also have a client due in the next couple of weeks.  I just hope she waits until I get back.  So that is my life today.  Maybe you'll find something in there interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-1826882155052416027?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/1826882155052416027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=1826882155052416027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1826882155052416027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/1826882155052416027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/alone-in-cyberworld.html' title='Alone in cyberworld?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-3283411578188734817</id><published>2008-07-10T09:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:07:52.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky</title><content type='html'>Lily has had a head cold or sinuses since late last week.  I finally came down with it on Tues.  I can usually get by without getting sick, but didn't do it this time.  I don't know if it's because I'm pregnant too, but I've just been really tired with this cold.  I'm usually able to keep going as normal, but I've been doing a few things in the morning and then after lunch I'm ready for a nap.  I've been going to bed early too.  I can't keep doing that because Jeremy is just not used to taking care of the girls at bedtime.  One night Miriam came to bed with her regular clothes on and fell asleep.  Last night, Lily didn't want to come to bed so Jeremy left her up by herself.  Why he thought it was okay to leave a 2 year old up by herself, I'll never know.  I finally woke up at 11:30 and realized Lily wasn't there.  I woke him up and told him to go get her.  She had fallen asleep in the chair.  I asked if she got into anything ans he said she had someone's old yogurt cup.  Little did he know, it was not an old yogurt, but was the chocolate yogurt she has been trying to get her hands on for days.  She helped herself last night!   I woke up this morning to her peeing on the bed (Jeremy didn't change her diaper before bed) and chocolate yogurt all over her mouth.  So tonight I will make sure the girls are taken care of before bed!&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, today is my birthday.  I really don't like birthdays anymore.  Getting older doesn't bother me, but the expectation of having a special day does.  At the same time, I want a party and I really don't want anything.  Jeremy told me not to cook, but I'd rather just eat at home and finish painting the living room.  It is just a normal day.  I still have to get groceries, I still have to clean around the house, etc.  The girls will still fight and not obey.  Plus, like I said, I'm sick.  Happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-3283411578188734817?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/3283411578188734817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=3283411578188734817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3283411578188734817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/3283411578188734817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/sicky.html' title='Sicky'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-6577157773236914723</id><published>2008-07-07T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:00:35.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July Weekend</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a good weekend.  Mine was filled with family &amp;amp; friends and home improvement.  We had a few people over for a cookout on Friday.  The bad thing was that I woke up in a bad mood and didn't feel like entertaining.  I hope no one noticed.  We watched the Lake Winnie fireworks that night.  The girls seemed to enjoy that.  Saturday was spent working on the house.  Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bedroom&lt;/span&gt; is now painted and the door finished in.  that was our last big job around the house, but we still have little things to do.  We went to a wedding reception Saturday night for someone Jeremy works with.  The girls made some friends and enjoyed themselves.  On Sunday we went to worship and finished up the bedroom.  Then we went to a friends house for dinner and playing on a water slide.  So we were very busy.  We also got a free dinner on Saturday and Sunday that I was not expecting so I will have 2 extra meals this week. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of a free meal.  We went to Longhorn after worship on Sunday.  I was wanting a good steak.  They sat us in the bar and the bartender was taking care of us.  She was very busy though and I don't know what else happened in the kitchen.  We finally got our food 1 hour after we got there.  The girls hardly ate because they were full from snacking.  Longhorn is not cheap either and I was very unhappy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;with t&lt;/span&gt;he whole experience especially since I had really wanted to go there and then was disappointed.   I wanted to talk to a manager, but decided to wait until we were leaving.  When everyone knew what I was doing, they went on out, thinking I was going to make a scene.  I very quietly and politely told the manager how disappointed I was and what the problems were and that I just wanted him to know.  I really didn't do this to get anything, but typically they give you a free dessert or something.  Well, he offered to pay for our meal the next time we came in.  So now we have a free meal at Longhorn one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-6577157773236914723?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/6577157773236914723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=6577157773236914723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6577157773236914723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/6577157773236914723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-weekend.html' title='Fourth of July Weekend'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4780927909233469237</id><published>2008-06-30T21:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:41:29.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 year crisis</title><content type='html'>I feel like I write about Lily more often then Miriam.  Lily is always into something, says cute things, and is at a fun age.  Miriam has always been a calmer child and fairly obedient.  I am having trouble with her lately.  I don't know if the pregnancy is bothering her or it is just a 6 year old thing.  First lately, she is ignoring most of what I say.  She just doesn't even respond.  I would rather her tell me No than have to repeat myself and get no reaction.  She gets punished, but is not changing her attitude.  Also, she loves to stay with my mom while I run errands or other things, but lately she is crying to go even when I want her to be with me.  I don't mind her spending time with my parents, but sometimes I want her to be with me.  This hurts my feelings, but I also get angry as it has made me late to things or messed up my plans for the day.  I have talked to her about both of these, but she has no reason for doing them.  I really don't know what to do about it.  I have talked with her and she gets punished also.  I am planning on a little date with her.  We can talk more and just spend time together which we haven't done in a while.  She is a good child and very responsible.  She also enjoys things that I like to do like going to plays and historical sites.   I really enjoy her, but right now I don't even really want to do something with her because of her not wanting to be with me.  That is very petty though.  I just hope that if we reconnect, she will listen to me more.  I really need her to be there to help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4780927909233469237?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4780927909233469237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4780927909233469237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4780927909233469237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4780927909233469237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-year-crisis.html' title='6 year crisis'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8701572375229886493</id><published>2008-06-26T17:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:22:50.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the Kids at Home</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been somewhere and the kids acted up so you just left.  Today we were on our way to the grocery store and stopped by the bank.  I let the girls get suckers which is a treat because they are not allowed sweets before lunch.  Miriam was not happy with the flavor she got and wanted Lily's.  She forced Lily to take her sucker, but Lily was already licking hers.  Miriam threw a little fit and Lily offered her sucker, but Miriam wouldn't take it because it was already licked.  I wasn't far from the house so I turn around and head home.  this causes Miriam to get more upset.  Then something happened and I took away &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; sucker.  this made Lily cry for her sucker.  then we got home and they wouldn't get out of the van and were screaming and crying.  Of course, one of my neighbors was out walking his dog.  We did go back out later and all was fine, but it did mess up my day and put me in a bad mood.  I think my hormones are changing again.  I have just not been very patient lately.  Part of it is the stress of getting the house fixed up.  I was kinda proud of myself for sticking to my word of going home.  I often threaten this, but won't leave when I have a buggy full of stuff.  I don't know why kids don't get used to running errands with their mother.  They fight in the buggies, touch everything when they walk, run off, cry for a toy or candy, etc.  It seems like no matter what I try, they can't be good the whole time.  Am I asking to much??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8701572375229886493?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8701572375229886493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8701572375229886493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8701572375229886493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8701572375229886493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/leave-kids-at-home.html' title='Leave the Kids at Home'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-4642459402682452160</id><published>2008-06-23T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:44:55.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>We had a pretty good weekend.  On Friday. my parents, A.J., the girls, and I went to lake Winnie.  I like to go at least once a summer and the weather was perfect.  It was warm but cloudy all day so no one got too hot or sunburned.  I rode a lot of the kiddie rides with Lily which are really all I can handle now.  This was the first year Miriam was tall enough to ride the adult rides.  My dad and A.J. rode them with her.  She was so excited all day and her daredevil really came out.  She loved every single ride.  Her favorites were the cannonball and the big swings.  I still wouldn't let her ride a few things.  I just didn't think her little body was ready for it.  We stayed until closing time so the kids could see all the lights.  We all had a really fun day.  Lily was exhausted and fell asleep on the way home.  I had made a list at the beginning of the summer of stuff we wanted to do.  Some free things and some that cost money.  We have already knocked several off the list including Lake Winnie.  I hope we can do them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-4642459402682452160?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/4642459402682452160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=4642459402682452160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4642459402682452160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/4642459402682452160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2984618827174483419</id><published>2008-06-19T09:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:01:54.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc</title><content type='html'>Today is just a lot of little things going on.  First, I saw an article on line about the AMA attacking Rikki Lake recently.  If you didn't know, she had her second child at home and has become an advocate for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt; as well as made a movie about it (The Business of Being Born).  The movie was really good.  It is funny to me how the medical world feels so threatened by the small percentage of us who choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt;.  When all we want is the choice to give birth where we choose.  I am so thankful that I live in a state where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt; midwives are legal and governed so that I know I can get quality care of my choice and not worry about consequences.  I truly believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt; is not for everyone, but what kind of country would we live in where abortion is legal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homebirth&lt;/span&gt; is not.  How far could that extend.  Would a miscarriage at home become illegal??  I could go on about this, but here is a link to the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/tv/20080617/People.Ricki.Lake/"&gt;http://www.comcast.net/articles/tv/20080617/People.Ricki.Lake/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling the baby move several times a day.  I will be halfway there tomorrow.  I am still kinda in a state of not really believing I'm pregnant.  I still physically feel like myself.  In a way, I am totally unprepared for this baby, but I do plan on taking the last couple of months to focus on all that. &lt;br /&gt;Lily has totally weaned.  She was just nursing at night anyway and then we would skip nights.  When we started skipping nights my breasts started to get sore so I just started saying not tonight.  She has not nursed now for a week and a half.  I was ready to wean and so was she, but I still feel a little guilty and I miss it.  She is not much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuddler&lt;/span&gt; so I will miss that time of closeness.   I nursed Miriam until just over 3 yrs old, so I feel guilty for weaning Lily "early".  I know many people would think I was crazy for nursing that long.  So now I have my breasts to myself for a little over 4 months.  For the last 6 yrs (since Miriam's birth) I have only not nursed for 5 months.  One day my body will be totally my own again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2984618827174483419?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2984618827174483419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2984618827174483419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2984618827174483419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2984618827174483419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/misc.html' title='Misc'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-8801990028652497980</id><published>2008-06-18T13:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:22:29.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like your efforts to be a good wife and mom are being deliberately sabotaged?  I've had one of those days.  Actually it started last night.  I won't go into too much detail, but I spent a lot of time and effort yesterday doing something I thought was helpful and good for my family, only to have it completely ruined.  At first there was a "so what" attitude, until I started crying which I couldn't help but do.  I just felt utterly defeated.  There have been a few other things recently that have happened similar to this, but I managed to keep strong.  I just couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; night and felt like giving up.  It felt like I've been trying very hard lately and no one has noticed.  Not only that, but have even "undone" things I have completed.  So I'm having a down day.  Not really a bad day, just down.  This morning as we were getting up Miriam decided to flop down on the bed as I was raising my head.  The back of her head hit me right at the eyebrow.  I just didn't need that today of all days so now I have a headache on top of just being sad.  I do feel like having a pity party for myself.  I really don't feel like this very often.  Not that things don't bother me, but that I normally don't react this strongly.  I'll probably feel better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-8801990028652497980?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/8801990028652497980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=8801990028652497980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8801990028652497980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/8801990028652497980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/defeated.html' title='Defeated'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-2941271484238602853</id><published>2008-06-16T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:56:38.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graceful</title><content type='html'>Before I had Lily, I thought my children would all be similar to Miriam.  While Lily certainly has things in common with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miriam&lt;/span&gt;, she is so different.  One area it is very apparent is gracefulness.  Miriam has always been graceful and had good balance.  She is great at gymnastics and learned to ride a bike early.  Lillian was not blessed with this.  .Of course, this does not stop her from trying everything because she is also fearless.  Miriam has always been more timid.  Lillian is my child that I think we will be making emergency room visits for broken arms, deep cuts, etc.  On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, she had one of those days where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I turned around she was getting hurt.  She fell and burned her bottom on our space heater in the bathroom, she fell down some stairs, scraped a leg (don't know how that happened), and that night went fishing and got a hook caught in her calf.  Yesterday, her face hit a spring on the trampoline and she has a mark.  Then last night, she woke up shaking and wouldn't stop.  She did have a fever, but I hate it when they do things that are out of character.  It really scares me and Lily has done several of these really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; things since she was born.  Lily is very tough also.  Most of these things don't even phase her.  I worry so much about her making it to adulthood.  I feel like I have to watch her like a hawk.  I just hope this next baby is a bit more mild mannered.  I don't think I can handle 2 Lily's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-2941271484238602853?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/2941271484238602853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=2941271484238602853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2941271484238602853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/2941271484238602853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/graceful.html' title='Graceful'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2965438445904389606.post-5803663114643654268</id><published>2008-06-09T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:47:24.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>This weekend was again spent working on the house.  I had hoped that we would get enough done that we could put it on the market this week, but it looks like we need one more weekend.  On Saturday, dad and Jeremy built the stairs for the new back door.  It turned out pretty good.  On Sunday, Jeremy and I finished painting the back of the house.  I think it turned out really well.  All that is left in back is to put the gutter back up.  Then all we have to do is paint the front.  It is getting to where there are only small things to do.  I am planning on putting the house for sale before everything is done and still work on it.  If someone wants to buy it like it is, fine by me.  I really don't want to spend too much more on the house or we won't make any money.  So we had a busy weekend and it was so hot.  I'm sure everyone is aware of that.  I hope the rest of the summer is not going to be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2965438445904389606-5803663114643654268?l=swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/feeds/5803663114643654268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2965438445904389606&amp;postID=5803663114643654268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5803663114643654268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2965438445904389606/posts/default/5803663114643654268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swingingonthepoarch.blogspot.com/2008/06/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07287523009749852978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SVjZ1grhqsM/R4voa_xM1QI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hcX-wlP1J78/S220/A+%26+J.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
