<?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-5749033671239855314</id><updated>2012-01-08T10:07:57.051-08:00</updated><category term='second grade'/><category term='child imagination'/><category term='small changes'/><category term='inquiring minds'/><category term='childcare'/><category term='tipping point'/><category term='school rules'/><category term='working'/><category term='family'/><category term='managing'/><category term='life'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Peterson Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-907110004386421050</id><published>2011-09-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:13:46.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child imagination'/><title type='text'>It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!</title><content type='html'>Tonight Quincy slept in my bed since Quinn and Trey are still out of town. Of course we couldn't retire until she finished telling me all about the "no crying" rule at school.&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: " No crying at school".&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Who said"&lt;br /&gt;Q: " Oh the principal makes the rules, writes them down on a piece of paper and gives a copy to each teacher to go over in class".&lt;br /&gt;Me: " So your teacher read that rule to you and it came from the principal"?&lt;br /&gt;Q: " Yes and do you know why? If you are at the computers and you start crying your tears might fall onto the computer and cause you to get shocked. AND if you are at your desk and your tears fall on your work then it will be ruined. It's OK to cry at recess if you fall and scrape your knee BUT it's not OK to cry during PE because your tears might fall onto the gym floor and someone could slip and fall AND it's not OK to cry during music because you can't sing and cry at the same time- you'll mess up the song"!&lt;br /&gt;Q: " if you are crying because of a nightmare than you can just go tell the teacher and she will give you a hug and tell you to be stronger than the monsters because that's what Mary (name changed) did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! who is this child and where did she get her imagination! I love it! Sounds like a future therapy patient......I better teach her now that crying is HEALTHY! I am glad to know she has such a caring teacher though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-907110004386421050?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/907110004386421050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=907110004386421050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/907110004386421050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/907110004386421050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s my party and I&apos;ll cry if I want to!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4404748242516041645</id><published>2011-05-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:15:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I turned 37. I don't even know how I feel about that number. But for posterity sake I want to record how the big day was spent........&lt;br /&gt;Urgent care at 9 a.m.- red streaks running from my foot to my groin and intense pain in my leg signaled something might be wrong. apparently a blister that refused to heal was infected and that infection traveled into my blood stream. it was really really painful. i had to get a shot of liquid antibiotics in my hip. that was really really painful. I returned home and proceeded to lay on my couch for the next 9 hours watching episodes of the OFFICE on netflix- that was only kinda painful. What a crappy way to celebrate a person's birthday. so i decided that next week I will celebrate my birthday a few hours everyday to make up for missing any type of celebration on my actual birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4404748242516041645?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4404748242516041645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4404748242516041645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4404748242516041645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4404748242516041645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!!!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1299437238087345065</id><published>2011-05-16T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:19:06.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"mean guys"</title><content type='html'>This morning Quincy woke up in tears- she was sobbing. As I rushed to comfort her I said a quick prayer of thanks (I have felt very grateful for my opportunity to be a stay at home mom lately-this whole scene would have played out much differentenly if i was busy getting for work). Anyway after a big hug Quincy began to reveal the details of her bad dream-mean guys picked her up (I started to prepare myself for the worst- who were these mean guys and what did they do to her after picking her up that could have possibly produced this nightmare- I have watched one to many episodes of Law and Order SVU)......anyway the mean guys took her to Grandma and Grandpa Dance's house and......are you ready.......they wouldn't let her have any cookies! I breathed a sigh a relief and said another quick prayer of thanks that my seven year has been kept safe from "mean people" -&lt;br /&gt;note to grandma and grandpa- please have cookies available upon are arrival. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1299437238087345065?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1299437238087345065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1299437238087345065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1299437238087345065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1299437238087345065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2011/05/mean-guys.html' title='&quot;mean guys&quot;'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8276062555777020662</id><published>2010-12-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:28:06.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can do hard things........</title><content type='html'>I'm back.....this time long term. I got side tracked with all the other social networking junk out there and completely abandoned my very own blog. BUT I have a new purpose for blogging and renewed determination for documenting 2011 for the Peterson family. For the first time ever I am introducing a family theme (stole idea from a friend who borrowed it from another blogger). Our theme for 2011 is......drum roll please........WE CAN DO HARD THINGS BUT WITH THE LORD WE CAN DO ALL THINGS! Isn't that a beautiful statement. I have a testimony of this already. However, I forget and find myself putting my trust in man versus the Lord. AND then I get so annoyed with myself.&amp;nbsp; When I was first married I took a job as a receptionist for a not so nice guy. He was very demanding and intimidating. I was young and inexperienced. I hated working for him but given our situation it is what needed to be done. My job security depended on my ability of mastering a challenging data entry program (I didn't have the luxury of being trained by the previous employee). I prayed to understand the system and to be less intimidated by the boss. It was truly a miracle how quickly I learned the process and how my confidence increased. Interacting with that man and learning the system was hard but the Lord blessed me with the ability to triumph. I only lasted a month or two- the guy was a real ego maniac and it just wasn't worth the energy to put up with him.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward 8 years, 1 college degree and 1 child later I had another really hard choice to make. I worked at a job that I hated at first but then loved. It was an intense and demanding career. BUT the right people liked me and I was good at what I did so I excelled. I was also the main breadwinner. Quinn was finishing mortician school and we lived in Portland, Oregon. Our only child, Reece, had just turned 2 and I got the distinct impression that I needed to make some sacrifices and become a stay at home mom. This decision came after much study and prayer. It was so HARD.&amp;nbsp; I had no idea how we would live, eat or do anything. On paper, the loss of my income wreaked havoc on our financial situation. Nonetheless there was no denying that I needed to be a stay at home mom. Fast forward 10 years, 2 more kids and a move to Meridian, Idaho.&amp;nbsp; I reflect on that time and can see the Lord's hand in my life so clearly. I guess hindsight is always 20/20. I have faced extreme challenges in the last 10 years and am confident that I will continue face hard things my whole mortal experience. I want to strengthen my testimony in, and teach my children, the truth that with the Lord we can do all things. So we are kicking 2011 with a family party.....i don't know the details yet but I will share them asap. The first hard thing I am preparing myself for is the reality that my children will probably not be totally on board with this. This is new and will be out of their comfort zone (dare I mention our baby who is 4 still refuses to dress himself! and I have tolerated this in lieu of a temper tantrum). Not yelling at them to cooperate, resisting the urge to lecture them on appreciating my efforts and being patient with them will be HARD- more than I can express- BUT i am preparing now......Day ONE = January 1, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8276062555777020662?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8276062555777020662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8276062555777020662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8276062555777020662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8276062555777020662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-can-do-hard-things.html' title='We can do hard things........'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4972635147102626117</id><published>2010-09-10T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:09:53.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets easier</title><content type='html'>Tonight when i told Jamie and Todd, that Bob passed away on Monday, I didn't even cry. Tuesday, when I told Ruthie and Artie, the other neighbors, I couldn't stop the tears. We were driving home from Blackfoot when Corinne called to tell us the news. We will miss Bob very much. Corinne is staying in the house as long as her health allows. i am so glad. it would be hard to lose them both at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4972635147102626117?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4972635147102626117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4972635147102626117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4972635147102626117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4972635147102626117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-gets-easier.html' title='it gets easier'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2755496445760246383</id><published>2010-09-02T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:15:02.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inquiring minds'/><title type='text'>inquring minds want to know......</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Trey's inquiring mind wanted to know....&lt;br /&gt;what's a flat tire?&lt;br /&gt;why do tires go flat?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of bug is that?&lt;br /&gt;can i squash that bug?&lt;br /&gt;do elephant have ears?&lt;br /&gt;why did the road workers paint those lines yellow?&lt;br /&gt;what is reece doing at school?&lt;br /&gt;when will quincy be home?&lt;br /&gt;how do you spell rattlesnake?&lt;br /&gt;are rattlesnakes nice?&lt;br /&gt;is "poop" a naughty word?&lt;br /&gt;when do i get to go to lacy's house?&lt;br /&gt;what comes after monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Bob's inquiring mind wanted to know......&lt;br /&gt;how do i die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Corinne's inquiring mind wanted to know.......&lt;br /&gt;what am i going to do after Bob passes away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, no matter what stage of life we are in, we never stop asking questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2755496445760246383?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2755496445760246383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2755496445760246383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2755496445760246383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2755496445760246383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/09/inquring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='inquring minds want to know......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-864994969686607871</id><published>2010-08-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:28:33.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='managing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Counting my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Seeking mature individual to care for our 3 children ages 8, 6, and 2 while we are at work... &lt;br /&gt;3-4 evenings a week - usually Monday, Tuesday, Sunday...and some Wednesday's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must be able to pick-up children from daycare before 6 pm and care for them at our home in Star&lt;br /&gt;Prepare dinner, assist with homework when needed, bath and bedtime routine ect.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please call or text (number removed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Currently working 2 jobs so if I do not answer please leave detailed message (Age, location, desired wage, have own transportation ect.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am weird, i know. sometimes for fun i browse the classified section of craigslist. maybe it's my way of staying connected to the world outside my four walls. sometimes i think the perfect part time job waits for me and if i don't cruise the job listings i'll never know. i came across this ad and it just broke my heart.&amp;nbsp; really a nanny picking up children from daycare? my heart breaks for those little children. my heart also hurts for the adults. i have to assume they don't want to be working two jobs. i also have to assume that they are working their tails off to put food on the table, clothes on their back and a roof over their heads, not to pay for a house they can't afford or cars they can't afford or any part of a lifestyle they can't afford. i have to assume that it breaks their hearts to have their babies picked up from daycare, fed dinner and bathed, by a nanny. but you know what they say about assuming........&lt;br /&gt;at this moment i feel very blessed. we don't have much, money included. but it's 6:23 p.m. and my 3 year old is laying on the floor singing songs to ME. my 6 year old will soon return from a play date and tell ME all about her fun. and my 11 year old is showing off his football skills to his dad. soon our little family will gather around the kitchen and eat a dinner prepared by ME, even if it's cold cereal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- START CLTAGS --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-864994969686607871?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/864994969686607871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=864994969686607871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/864994969686607871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/864994969686607871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/counting-my-blessings.html' title='Counting my blessings'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1643076703057225227</id><published>2010-08-26T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:40:34.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Morrison's</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog: Three weeks ago we found out that our dear neighbor and friend had cancer. WHAT? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN I inquired? Just last week Bob was replacing some weather coverings on his roof and was full of life and now he lay on his couch, hardly able to carry on a conversation, he gets so winded. NO details. We don't know anything. Bob started losing feeling in his legs so he went in to get that checked. CANCER!&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago: Bob gets oxygen and the type of cancer is confirmed: lung cancer. What can we do to help? Please let us help you, I cry. You have always done so much for us it's the least we can do. Bob is crying too. He doesn't want to impose on us. "Too bad"! I say. We are helping. Corinne, his wife, broke her back several years ago and can't drive or vacuum or stand for too long. Bob was her primary care giver. NOW WHAT? I demand to help- and they finally relent. I get to do their grocery shopping, clean their house and Reece gets to mow the lawn. They insist on paying for the cleaning and mowing, even though i made these really cute all inclusive service coupons for her birthday gift, and encouraged her to redeem them. They don't understand how important performing these acts of service (although they are paying) are to me. They also don't understand Why? Why would I, the busy mother of three make time to serve them. Well, let me tell you.....&lt;br /&gt;Nine years ago when we bought our house Bob came over the first day he saw us. He told us he helped the previous owners with all their maintenance needs so he knew our house like the back of his hand. if we needed help he was there. Who knew that initial encounter would blossom into such a friendship. In the last nine years Bob has helped us do more and borrow more (he has every tool for any job) than I can count. Bob is 83 and if he hasn't seen it or doesn't know how to fix it then watch out. It probably can't be done. Every year Bob grows "us" a garden. Jelly belly's are kept stocked so my kids and any other neighborhood kids that tag along- can come over for a sugary treat. Trey has his very own special stash of suckers as Bob and Corinne didn't want to risk Trey ingesting a peanut butter jelly belly (he has severe food allergies). No one else gets suckers except Trey. Who DOES that? Bob. &lt;br /&gt;This week: Oncologist delivers the horrible news: two months, maybe less. hospice came today for the first time and it was very overwhelming for Bob. They mixed up his medicines, talked to fast, talked to Corinne and NOT him. He is frustrated and sad and I cry when I am over there. I tell him that we are so sorry and that we love him. Bob has family and they live around the area and they are helping BUT i want to help too. I want them to know how much they mean to us. I will try not to impose too much but helping them gives me a sense of purpose right now. It makes me feel like what I am doing matters. I don't get that same feeling from serving&amp;nbsp; my own family (cooking dinner, doing laundry, scrubbing toilets, grocery shopping). I don't know why. Maybe it's because my family expects those acts and aren't so appreciative. Feeling appreciated and valued.......Isn't that every stay at home mom's plight? I digress......&lt;br /&gt;no pictures. Bob says he's not having his picture taken for anything!&amp;nbsp; i asked him if i can come over and orally record some of his family history (he is always telling stories). NO- no one cares about my life is his response. i wish he would change his mind. i try to explain to him that generations to come will care. then i reminisce about my ancestors. do i care about their lives? not right now but i may in the future, when i have more time. what if i made the time? what could i learn from their histories? I digress......&lt;br /&gt;funeral arrangements&amp;nbsp; have been made and quinn, only quinn, is to handle all the details. this service will be hard for quinn but Bob's family will be in good hands. quinn is good at his job. two months is too generous. bob has deteriorated so quickly already in just 3 weeks. i have literally witnessed the life being sucked out of him. he has no fight in his eyes. i think just worry for Corinne. Bob is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints but hasn't been active for over 63+ years. This makes me sad too. does he know that after he passes through mortality his son, that died at age 19, will meet him? does he know that when Corinne's turn on earth is over he will meet her again? do they know that sacred ordinances can be performed on earth that will bind their family for eternity? I digress......&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Corinne couldn't find one of the medications she needed to give Bob. Hospice is coming tomorrow to review everything. I tell her I can come tomorrow while hospice is there and listen to the instructions and then at night if she can't remember i can help her. she indulges me and says i can come over all the while Bob is yelling in the background something about why would a mother of 3 want to burn herself out on two old people.....BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Well Bob let me tell you.........what goes around comes around. and that includes acts of service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1643076703057225227?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1643076703057225227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1643076703057225227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1643076703057225227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1643076703057225227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/tribute-to-morrisons.html' title='Tribute to Morrison&apos;s'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5641957320856472695</id><published>2010-08-19T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:54:30.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy day</title><content type='html'>today was a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;7:30 a.m.- woke up.&lt;br /&gt;made my bed and said morning prayers.&lt;br /&gt;woke up children.&lt;br /&gt;made breakfast&lt;br /&gt;made q's lunch.&lt;br /&gt;drove morning carpool duty.&lt;br /&gt;went to gym&lt;br /&gt;registered reece for middle school&lt;br /&gt;wallowed in depression upon realizing i am middle age!&lt;br /&gt;went thrift store shopping with a friend&lt;br /&gt;visited bob and corinne- more on them later.&lt;br /&gt;made semi dinner for kids.&lt;br /&gt;took reece to football practice.&lt;br /&gt;volunteered to be team mom because no one else would.&lt;br /&gt;went grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;read stories to q and t&lt;br /&gt;threatened children if they didn't get in bed &lt;br /&gt;in between all the activities i made various phone calls. entertained various thoughts. yelled at my children because i felt overwhelmed. ate too much junk because i felt overwhelmed. and then i wondered......how am i going to fit grad school into this life? what part of this schedule am i willing to let go of? will my yelling increase or decrease? will i end up gaining 20 pounds? is grad school really right for me and my family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5641957320856472695?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5641957320856472695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5641957320856472695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5641957320856472695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5641957320856472695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy-day.html' title='busy day'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5336048069959786852</id><published>2010-08-15T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:31:28.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tipping point'/><title type='text'>The tipping point......</title><content type='html'>the tipping point is actually the title of a really good book. the book touches on how "small and purposeful" actions can create huge results. one example the book cites is a study conducted on the new york city, subway, crime rates.&amp;nbsp; once upon a time, crime was prevalent in new york city. even more so on the subway. have you ever wondered how the city got that rate to plummet? who was the mastermind? according to the author (which i can't recall and am too lazy to go out to the car and get the book) several people and actions were responsible for this phenomenon.A bunch of ordinary people (with extraordinary minds) got together and realized that if they don't get the crime rate under control they are going to have really BIG problems down the road. these folks implemented several small and purposeful solutions (if you want to know more- read the book) which resulted in the crime rate, on the subway, decreasing by double digits. HUGE SUCCESS! so how does the tipping point apply to my life............&lt;br /&gt;well i have a problem. the spirituality in my home is too low. the chaos and contention-too high. if i don't get this under control i will&amp;nbsp; potentially have some major problems down the road. so what small and purposeful actions can be implemented that might generate some BIG results. 1. limit all and any media time- i'm not saying do away with the computer or x-box or television but what if we limit our exposure to 2 hours total each day. if i get creative the kiddos might not even realize they are missing electronics. 2. increase amount of time spent on spiritual activities- again i am not talking hours and hours but what might happen if we just read 2 more verses in the scriptures each night or for that matter make sure we read faithfully EVERY night. 3. i need to wake-up earlier so i am prepared before the kids stumble out of their beds. - again i think 15 minutes earlier might do the trick.&amp;nbsp; my hypothesis is that by implementing these 3 small but purposeful strategies i will 1. be able to reduce the chaos and contention and 2. increase the spirituality in my home.&amp;nbsp; and this might just be the tipping point that put my family on a different path than we are currently walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5336048069959786852?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5336048069959786852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5336048069959786852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5336048069959786852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5336048069959786852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/tipping-point.html' title='The tipping point......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-964811525608122254</id><published>2010-08-12T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:09:13.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Time take a time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TGQpSNDsq5I/AAAAAAAABGU/WGz9kgwCwSU/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Geesh- i can't believe how fast time is zooming by. i can hardly catch my breath. quincy starts 1st grade tomorrow (actually she started yesterday and this is the first chance i've had to get back to this post). reece enters middle school 8.30 and trey and i are just trying to figure everything out. i keep thinking that once the kiddos are back in school time will slow down a little but then i looked at my calendar and september is already planned- the full month. then there's october- it's already half way planned and&amp;nbsp; then, well november and december are already history. oh and i called BSU to inquire about getting my MSW and if i want to apply for the fall semester of 2011 my application is due by early jan- which, is right around the corner! ARGHHHH! anyway here are some of the pics from the peterson family camp out. quinn is quite the guy. isn't camping supposed to be relaxing?&amp;nbsp; at our camp we were up with the sun-eating breakfast-exploring the mountains-hiking-riding ATV's and not hitting the tent until about midnight or later. when i got home- i seriously felt like i had been run over by a freight truck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-964811525608122254?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/964811525608122254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=964811525608122254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/964811525608122254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/964811525608122254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/father-time-take-time-out.html' title='Father Time take a time out'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TGQow8Yt39I/AAAAAAAABF4/FpJP3njS3zw/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+IMG_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5632332461200111266</id><published>2010-08-03T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T17:32:09.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right before my very eyes</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it happened. How did I miss this little man growing from this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhrotAHHMI/AAAAAAAABFM/V1DDSdroIAg/s1600/DSCF0658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhrotAHHMI/AAAAAAAABFM/V1DDSdroIAg/s320/DSCF0658.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhqVJqjDMI/AAAAAAAABFI/ADTII1mARJU/s1600/DSCF0656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhspWGgMKI/AAAAAAAABFo/vkdWK8G-O4M/s1600/e71afcfd-1cc7-4950-9253-5b4af0450afb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhspWGgMKI/AAAAAAAABFo/vkdWK8G-O4M/s320/e71afcfd-1cc7-4950-9253-5b4af0450afb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFiv1xgl91I/AAAAAAAABFs/c_BKYZURxCw/s1600/santa+144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFiv1xgl91I/AAAAAAAABFs/c_BKYZURxCw/s320/santa+144.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFixSAFlxOI/AAAAAAAABFw/DZ2PLu0MAlU/s1600/seattle+and+stuff+236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFixSAFlxOI/AAAAAAAABFw/DZ2PLu0MAlU/s320/seattle+and+stuff+236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reece turned 11 today! his baby pic's are MIA- They're probably pre-digital camera.&amp;nbsp; I just can't believe that he's 11! WOW! He is evolving into quite the young man. Just a few tidbits about Reece.....&lt;br /&gt;-he loves to be the life of the party. making people laugh is his speciality.&lt;br /&gt;-he loves to read.&lt;br /&gt;-he loves football and someday wants to play for the BSU broncos&lt;br /&gt;-he already has a goal to serve a full time mission for our church (the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints)&lt;br /&gt;-he has a tender heart. he doesn't ever want to hurt someone's feelings&lt;br /&gt;-he is very tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;-he is a fun older brother.&lt;br /&gt;-his favorite pastime is hanging out with the family&lt;br /&gt;-his least favorite way to spend time is singing in church&lt;br /&gt;-his favorite food is anything-he's not a picky eater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed to have the opportunity to mother this child. he tries my every last nerve and patience thus stretching me and growing me in ways otherwise not possible. he was born for greatness. he is strong and i love him very much. happy birthday reser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2028208381"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2028208382"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5632332461200111266?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5632332461200111266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5632332461200111266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5632332461200111266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5632332461200111266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/right-before-my-very-eyes.html' title='Right before my very eyes'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFhrotAHHMI/AAAAAAAABFM/V1DDSdroIAg/s72-c/DSCF0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8889575484795667517</id><published>2010-08-01T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:01:32.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thorn in my side!</title><content type='html'>i guess there has to be thorns to enjoy the roses right?&amp;nbsp; i give too much power to other people and allow them to get under my skin and become real thorns in my side. this is something i'm working on. i don't want to spend any of my energy on people i don't jive with. but it's hard. i tend to stew over things, get other people's opinion on the thorns, use time replaying incidents in my head, etc. i guess the truth is- it hurts to think that another person wouldn't adore me? you know appreciate all my good qualities while overlooking my faults. i guess that's part of life. on a more cheerful note......i'm dusting off the running shoes after a 10 week hiatus. the hip feels good and it's time to get back out there. i'm not looking forward to building up my base but hopefully it won't take long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8889575484795667517?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8889575484795667517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8889575484795667517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8889575484795667517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8889575484795667517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/08/thorn-in-my-side.html' title='A thorn in my side!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8539915047857062792</id><published>2010-07-31T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T09:53:01.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>WOW my one week hiatus turned into several. My apologies-future generations-for letting time get away from me like that. I regret to inform you that I still can't change the background of this darn blog, or figure out any other tech savvy features of blogger. I went to a blogging conference and heard all sorts of fantastic information on SEO, html, word press, blogger in draft, etc. But by the time I finally got around to applying some of that info to this blog.....well let's just say i am short term memory challenged. so here's a synopsis of last few months:&lt;br /&gt;I turned 36-totally depressed about that! i mean completely depressed!&lt;br /&gt;Quinn turned 39- since he rarely verbalizes his feelings i have no idea how he felt about this&lt;br /&gt;I ran my second half marathon- and injured myself pretty bad. it's been almost 10 weeks and i still haven't been able to run- i'm hoping next week brings some good news.&lt;br /&gt;Quincy graduated from Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Reece graduated from 5th grade-he's onto middle school in the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFRSjw8RXXI/AAAAAAAABE4/2uvblJgbkDw/s1600/family+reunion+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFRSjw8RXXI/AAAAAAAABE4/2uvblJgbkDw/s320/family+reunion+003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFRSqE32ViI/AAAAAAAABE8/RVcyJh6smWs/s1600/family+reunion+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFRSqE32ViI/AAAAAAAABE8/RVcyJh6smWs/s320/family+reunion+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hosted a family reunion type event- all of my siblings except one brother (good thing his wife and kiddos love us- they came w/o him) because he had to run his pharmacy. Of course I have no pictures of this event- who had time to take any pictures. I was busy entertaining 12 kids and 7 adults (truth be told: i have a knack for always missing the important touches, ie- pictures of a family reunion that will probably never happen again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any who- i hope to have time to mess around with some of these foreign blogger in draft features and keep better records of our happenings for my future peeps to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8539915047857062792?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8539915047857062792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8539915047857062792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8539915047857062792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8539915047857062792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/TFRSjw8RXXI/AAAAAAAABE4/2uvblJgbkDw/s72-c/family+reunion+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-270605278563818871</id><published>2010-05-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:36:29.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is something so precious about listening to my little ones pour their hearts out to Heavenly Father in prayer. Tonight Quincy took her turn to pray and some of her requests were just so sweet. Like, "please bless all my classmates to be good tomorrow so we can get a glitter strip" AND "please bless mommy that she won't fall asleep while driving" (that has never happened) AND "bless the mommies everywhere to be nice to their children and give them what they need" (we read 1 Nephi 17 tonight for scripture study. In these chapters, Nephi is rebuking his brothers for being so hard hearted inspite of all the miracles they have witnessed. Nephi bears testimony that the Lord will give him strength to accomplish anything that has been commanded of him, including building a ship. I likened that unto my life and explained to the kids that mommies have been counseled, by living day prophets, to stay at home and care for their children, whenever possible. I bore my testimony that the Lord always provides a way for us to live His commandments and counsel. We talked about the blessings of having me always at home and that even though we don't get everything we want we have everything we need) She finished up her prayer with, " Heavenly Father bless Jesus-we love Him very much and we know that He is happy when we are being nice".  Sweet Sweet Quincy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-270605278563818871?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/270605278563818871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=270605278563818871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/270605278563818871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/270605278563818871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-is-something-so-precious-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-980914960738023314</id><published>2010-05-20T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:50:40.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a good cause</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Giant Frog-&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for entertaining my children for 2 hours tonight. I am sorry you lost your life in the process. They didn't know that you wouldn't eat chocolate chip cookies or enjoy being dunked head first into a bowl of water. They tried to gather you up some delicious rolly polly's and make you a comfy bed of grass. They couldn't understand why you wouldn't sit still and watch "Fantastic Mr. Fox". Or why you wouldn't jump on the trampoline with them. They are just children and are still learning. I will do my best to make sure none of your relatives experience the same fate. But I make no promises!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-980914960738023314?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/980914960738023314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=980914960738023314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/980914960738023314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/980914960738023314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-good-cause.html' title='For a good cause'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8819292936237875005</id><published>2010-05-11T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:20:41.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>Today I was reading Trey a book on the Prophet. I asked him who our prophet was today and he said, " President Monster". Well he IS only 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8819292936237875005?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8819292936237875005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8819292936237875005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8819292936237875005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8819292936237875005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/05/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2656000273370513916</id><published>2010-05-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:41:22.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does that make you, the mother?</title><content type='html'>I worked at a trade show yesterday for a company called, CitySmart. There were 5 of us total at the booth and I was the only female. The owner (30) his two younger brother's (mid 20's) and a brother's friend (20 ish).  The owner is married but the other three boys are single and capitalizing on any and all opportunities to flirt with girls that came by the booth.  One particular girl (22) loitered around the booth longer than necessary. Upon discovering that three of the boys were brothers she inquired to me......"so what does that make you? their mother"? OH PLEASE! WHATEVER. after reeling from that comment for a few minutes I realized to that 22 year old there was no difference between 35 and 45. To her it just meant OLD! Of course logically I am not old enough to be the mother of a 30 year old, nor do i look old enough to be a mother of a 26 year old. To that 22 year old- 26 is probably OLD.  The lesson learned: I will not judge plastic surgery recipients as harshly in the future. I may find myself in an office one day- desperately trying to recapture my youthful appearance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2656000273370513916?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2656000273370513916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2656000273370513916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2656000273370513916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2656000273370513916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-does-that-make-you-mother.html' title='What does that make you, the mother?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5320103132013796886</id><published>2010-05-09T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:29:38.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 9, 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day- WOW I can't believe it's been almost a month since I have posted. Crazy how time flies.  Today after church the young men handed out candy bars to all the mother's with a little saying. Quincy asked me if she could have one. I told her no they were just for the mother's. She didn't give up. She then asked one of the boys. He told her no, as well. I found her walking out to the car in tears. I tried explaining to her that the candy was only for mother's not primary children. She looked up at me and said with all seriousness......But I will be a mother someday! How could I not share my candy with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5320103132013796886?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5320103132013796886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5320103132013796886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5320103132013796886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5320103132013796886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-9-2010.html' title='May 9, 2010'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7396714377615146837</id><published>2010-04-11T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:01:11.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel according to my 3 year old</title><content type='html'>Me: Trey did you have a great time in Sunbeams today?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What did you learn about?&lt;br /&gt;Trey: That Jesus died on the crosswalk for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7396714377615146837?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7396714377615146837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7396714377615146837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7396714377615146837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7396714377615146837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/04/gospel-according-to-my-3-year-old.html' title='Gospel according to my 3 year old'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5735784731162903586</id><published>2010-04-06T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:00:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7wC_661_bI/AAAAAAAABEE/j4mPW_16TCE/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7wC_661_bI/AAAAAAAABEE/j4mPW_16TCE/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457240145637277106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Steve Appleton for developing a product that will keep my 3 year old occupied while wearing an oxygen mask. Holding him down while he screams gets old after a few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5735784731162903586?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5735784731162903586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5735784731162903586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5735784731162903586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5735784731162903586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-steve-appleton-for-developing.html' title=''/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7wC_661_bI/AAAAAAAABEE/j4mPW_16TCE/s72-c/IMG_0583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2928664638366611845</id><published>2010-04-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:07:40.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>So the kids went back to school today after a 3 week break. Tonight as I helped Quincy with her homework I started to wonder if 3 weeks was too long. The assignment was a worksheet on the letters "ox".  The worksheet listed three sentences, showing her pictures of different items ending in "ox", her job was to identify the item, in the picture, and then write the word out. Again the emphasis was on words ending in "ox".  The sentences read, "I see a "fox", I see a "box" I see an "ox".  The last sentence had no picture and she could choose any word she wanted to fill in....I see a (blank). She thought really hard and finally piped up with "butterfly". Oh Quincy you make me laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2928664638366611845?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2928664638366611845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2928664638366611845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2928664638366611845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2928664638366611845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7810761684385999553</id><published>2010-04-04T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:10:41.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My testimony and gratitude</title><content type='html'>Tonight I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. I must admit, my gratitude is partly because my children are returning to school tomorrow(after a 3 week track break). My gratitude is also in part for the counsel I received, by a modern day prophet, President Monson, and other church leaders on how to better protect my family from the sins of the world, teaching my children, enduring trials, serving others and reading the Book of Mormon to find direction for my life.  BUT- Mostly my gratitude is for my Savior, Jesus Christ and the sacrifice he made for me when he suffered in the Garden and hung on the cross.  To my posterity-My testimony is simple. I know my Savior lives. I know He loves me. I know He hears and answers my prayers. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and that he saw Heavenly Father and Jesus in the grove. I know that the Book of Mormon is true. I know that families can be together forever and that we can all live with our Heavenly Father again. I know these things to be true because I have prayed and asked Heavenly Father and the spirit has testified to me of their truthfulness. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7810761684385999553?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7810761684385999553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7810761684385999553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7810761684385999553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7810761684385999553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-testimony-and-gratitude.html' title='My testimony and gratitude'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8225008982595385535</id><published>2010-04-02T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:10:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><content type='html'>Let me just preface today has been one of those days. Our weather is bipolar, Quinn is on his 4 days off  rotation and bored- so now it's like i have 4 children to entertain, I had to go to Walmart at 5:00 tonight- BIG MISTAKE! and I am unprepared for Easter and General Conference! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;My one goal for the night was to get the kiddos in bed at a decent hour, as their 3 week track break is coming to an end(thank goodness) and they need to get back on a schedule. All was going well until Quincy decides to line up her stuffed animals, in her doorway. Upon questioning her she looks up at me and says in the sweetest, sappiest voice..."mommy i am laying all my animals out in the shape of a heart to celebrate Easter. It's a heart because I love Jesus".  How am I supposed to yell at her to get back in bed after that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8225008982595385535?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8225008982595385535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8225008982595385535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8225008982595385535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8225008982595385535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1249155739051222665</id><published>2010-03-30T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:21:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Fun Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JObRSc8DI/AAAAAAAABDM/oa-9bOD-ONs/s1600/seattle+and+stuff+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508329103323186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JObRSc8DI/AAAAAAAABDM/oa-9bOD-ONs/s320/seattle+and+stuff+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on Sunday so technically Monday was day 1- the kids just kinda hung out and did boy stuff- like wrestle and jump on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOcA1AWQI/AAAAAAAABDU/xpiuri-fzp8/s1600/seattle+and+stuff+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508341864716546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOcA1AWQI/AAAAAAAABDU/xpiuri-fzp8/s320/seattle+and+stuff+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOa2hUSkI/AAAAAAAABDE/Tu3mA8tHArA/s1600/seattle+and+stuff+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508321917913666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOa2hUSkI/AAAAAAAABDE/Tu3mA8tHArA/s320/seattle+and+stuff+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508312421160978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOaTJHWBI/AAAAAAAABC8/Gs8tqAy0k-o/s320/seattle+and+stuff+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOZ8T3wxI/AAAAAAAABC0/jgZC2UumWAg/s1600/seattle+and+stuff+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508306292261650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JOZ8T3wxI/AAAAAAAABC0/jgZC2UumWAg/s320/seattle+and+stuff+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 we went to the Science center for the day. The kids had a blast. It turned out to be a really nice day so we could enjoy some outside activities. Also notice the really cute bow in Quincy's hair- Darcy taught us how to make those on Day 1 and we made several throughout the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5749033671239855314-1249155739051222665?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1249155739051222665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1249155739051222665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1249155739051222665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1249155739051222665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/seattle-fun-day-1-2.html' title='Seattle Fun Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S7JObRSc8DI/AAAAAAAABDM/oa-9bOD-ONs/s72-c/seattle+and+stuff+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-9222144342812607786</id><published>2010-03-12T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:23:14.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, is Reece that old?</title><content type='html'>So guess what Reece watched today in school? Growth and Development movie. I previewed the film last night and was curious to hear Reece's reaction after he viewed it.....&lt;br /&gt;His one word...."Scary"- and then he assurred me he wasn't going through puberty yet so he didn't need to shower every day OR use deoderant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-9222144342812607786?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/9222144342812607786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=9222144342812607786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/9222144342812607786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/9222144342812607786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/really-is-reece-that-old.html' title='Really, is Reece that old?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1861752495734609036</id><published>2010-03-09T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:03:35.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old journal entry and answer to prayers.</title><content type='html'>Elder Pinegar, from the Seventy, spoke to us at our stake conference a few weeks ago. He reminded of us of past counsel given regarding writing in our journals. He encouraged us to record those precious experiences that come into our lives as our prayers are answered so that when we are discouraged, which we will be from time to time, we can be reminded that Heavenly Father loves us and hears and answers our prayers. The other night I was feeling a little discouraged so I pulled out my journal (which I do NOT faithfully write in) and started reading some entries from 2002. I actually became more discouraged when I realized  that some of the issues I am currently concerned about are exactly the same issues I worried about in 2002.  Instead of serving as a tool to help me see how I had overcome some trial and received an answer to my prayer my journal acted as a slap in the face......I felt a sense of hopelessness as I was confronted with the fact that I was still trying to overcome the same trial 8 years later! I have been pondering this thought for several days now and found myself getting a little perturbed. Then as I was reading 1 Nephi 2- for the millionth time- I received a tender mercy from the Lord and the spirit gently guided me to see the errors of my ways.  The spirit helped me to see that my own behaviorhal pattern, regarding this trial, has not changed for the last 8 years. DUH no wonder this trial is still plaguing me. I was also able to step back and see the situation with an eternal perspective rather than through a mortal lens. I know this trial will hang around-that's part of this life but I need to bear testimony of the hope that I found once I was able to soften my heart and allow the spirit to teach me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1861752495734609036?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1861752495734609036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1861752495734609036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1861752495734609036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1861752495734609036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-journal-entry-and-answer-to-prayers.html' title='An old journal entry and answer to prayers.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3324773210145297052</id><published>2010-03-06T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:17:36.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life according to my almost six year old</title><content type='html'>As I was laying down with Quincy tonight we had a precious conversation about life. It was so sweet I had to record it for posterity.&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "I don't want to be a mommy because I don't want them to cut my tummy all up just to get the baby out".&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well they don't always cut your tummy. Besides, if they do, they sew it back up".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: " Who was your first baby"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Reece".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: " Who was your second baby"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "you".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "who was your third baby"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "trey" (at this point i didn't really want to get into the whole miscarriage. She was only 9 months old when it happened and doesn't know anything about it).&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "So you and dad were the only ones here when we were up in Heaven"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "yes".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "did dad have a baby"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "well then how did we get you"?&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I was Grandma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dance's&lt;/span&gt; baby, then I grew up to be your mommy. Just like you will grow up someday to be a mommy".&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: "well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to be a mommy because I am going to wish on a shooting star to be a unicorn with a magic wand". LONG PAUSE.......DEEP IN THOUGHT......"but mommy will I ever see a shooting star since you always make me go to bed so early"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-3324773210145297052?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3324773210145297052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3324773210145297052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3324773210145297052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3324773210145297052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-according-to-my-almost-six-year.html' title='Life according to my almost six year old'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4387768867890764926</id><published>2010-03-05T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:26:25.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 21</title><content type='html'>Well my Dollar diet challenge is officially OVER! 21 days of using cash and buying only what my family needed (well for the most part).  This was a great experience for me. It really forced me to take a hard look at my wants and realize them for what they were.....WANTS. One thing I have enjoyed mastering over these last 21 days is couponing. For me, it is challenging and rewarding. Someone said to me last night they don't coupon because there aren't coupons for the "stuff" they use. Really??? you don't use deoderant, toilet paper, shampoo, condidtioner, soap, razors, toothpaste? With coupons and a little patience you can buy brand name products for a FRACTION of store brand items. Tonight I wanted to use up the last of my Albertson's doublers. I knew I was in the red already but with my doublers I could score some items for FREE and some for $.50 or less. I purchased 4 tubes of crest toothpaste @ $.29 each, 2 Old spice deoderants for Quinn @ $.50 each, 2 containers of Darigold sourcream for $.25 each and I splurged on a package of Rhodes cinnamon rolls for $.50.  Oh and I can't forget the BIG bag of Kettle chips that were calling my name (totally a want that I caved to) for $1.99. So my grand total came to $5.20 plus tax. I had a $3.50 catalina from left over from my fruit snack purchases. earlier in the week, so I paid OOP $1.70 plus tax. The free item (yogurt) I was hoping to score was out of stock. I feel at peace when I see my food storage and my general storage growing. I feel a sense of accomplishment when I am able to grow that storage with very little money out of my pocket. I intend to continue monitoring my wishful wants and trying to keep them in check. This has been a great journey. Now onto the next one.......training for my half marathon in May. Hopefully I will be so busy running I won't have time to spend any money in the next two months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4387768867890764926?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4387768867890764926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4387768867890764926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4387768867890764926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4387768867890764926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/dollar-diet-day-21.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 21'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3578425161614867045</id><published>2010-03-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:31:18.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 20</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was day 20. I shopped AGAIN! UGH! But let me just say it was at Target and it was for toothpaste that I only paid $.50 which is actually more than I should have paid but I couldn't find my other coupon!  However I also took the opportunity to purchase an early Easter present for Trey. Target had a $5.00 off Lego coupon (it's still on their site, just head to Target.com and to coupons). I purchased a $10.00 lego set for Trey and used the $5.00 off coupon making my grand total $5.50. I was very impressed with my ability to walk out of target only spending $5.50. Day 21 and the official end of my dollar diet challenge is today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-3578425161614867045?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3578425161614867045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3578425161614867045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3578425161614867045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3578425161614867045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/dollar-diet-day-20.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 20'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4461707067714441285</id><published>2010-03-03T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:30:43.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 18 &amp; 19</title><content type='html'>Day 18 was almost a  shop free day until Quinn's brother and nephew came for a visit and I wanted to cook them dinner so they didn't go out and dine on junk. Since I wasn't prepared I had to pay going retail at the store. It was still cheaper than feeding 8 people at McDonald's (even on 1/2 price happy meal day). I purchased 3 pounds of hamburger ($6.00) a cucumber, for the salad ($.99) and some garlic bread to go with the spaghetti dinner ($1.69). I already had the pasta and sauce in my food storage. Grand total $8.69. Oh and dare I forget.....we are heading on a road trip to Seattle (money already budgeted and saved) so NO WAY am I potty training now. I bought diapers for $11.00. Since I am already over my budget anything I spend puts me in the red. This is what I was talking about when I told Michelle Edmonds (channel 6 news anchor) that I nickel and dime myself right over my budget. So I still have some things to learn and that's Ok, right?????&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- I again spent into the red, yet some more- Albertson's was having an amazing deal on fruit snacks. With my coupons and the store catalina and the hot price I purchased 45 boxes of fruit snacks for $12.60 (that's approx. $.28 a box) Obviously I didn't need to purchase 45 boxes at once but I did. I wanted to cross it off my to do list. So now I am a grand total of $37.95 in the red! Those nickels and dimes add up fast. Day 20 &amp;amp; 21 I am officially banning myself from stores. The madness has to stop :). &lt;br /&gt;Recipe for disaster......spending into the red + watching Glenn Beck (and getting totally depressed) = eating a whole box of somoa girl scout cookies by myself (but at least they were free- some kind soul gave them to Quinn). This day can't end soon enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4461707067714441285?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4461707067714441285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4461707067714441285' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4461707067714441285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4461707067714441285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/dollar-diet-day-18-19.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 18 &amp; 19'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-133746090301566520</id><published>2010-03-01T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:48:14.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 17</title><content type='html'>I should have taken a picture but all the stuff needed to be put away. I just returned from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt; for the third time. Once this morning to get some cereal, with coupons-of course. Once, after the gym, to get some more cereal and other stuff-with coupons, of course and once because I left my purse there on trip #2 and some honest stranger turned it in (THANK YOU!!!!!). I couldn't waste trip number three and pass up a deal so I snagged 5 boxes of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;colgate&lt;/span&gt; toothpaste for $.25 each-with coupons, of course. Great storage item for this family. My total for today did come to $44.36- so I overspent my budget by $14.36.  I was about to type that I will overspend even more because Trey "needs" diapers BUT i guess NOW would be a good time to potty train. He is 3 1/2, after all. I just love the convenience of diapers and I really hate potty training! Therefore a more accurate statement to utter is, "I really WANT to buy more diapers for Trey so I can prolong the inevitable, which takes a lot of work and patience". Did I mention I also hate potty training? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well onto a more pleasant subject......here's what I bought today for a grand total of $44.36........&lt;br /&gt;5 tubes of toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;4 boxes of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fiberone&lt;/span&gt; bars&lt;br /&gt;2# of strawberries&lt;br /&gt;18 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 cartons of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dreyers&lt;/span&gt; ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;6 cans of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Progresso&lt;/span&gt; soup&lt;br /&gt;6 cake mixes&lt;br /&gt;5 tubs of frosting&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes of butter&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 boxes of cereal&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of carrots&lt;br /&gt;I did NEED some of these items-obviously not in the quantity that I purchased but I justified it by knowing I was adding to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;food storage&lt;/span&gt;. Average cost per item is  $.96.  Some of the items were cheaper (like the $.25 toothpaste and some were more expensive like the eggs and the strawberries).&lt;br /&gt;I planned on a Costco trip today but looks like I'll be putting that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt; off for another 4 days, when my dollar diet challenge is officially over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-133746090301566520?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/133746090301566520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=133746090301566520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/133746090301566520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/133746090301566520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/03/dollar-diet-day-17.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 17'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7270122432034526469</id><published>2010-02-28T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T19:37:21.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Day Diet 15 &amp; 16</title><content type='html'>Shop free day 15 and 16. Have $30 left to get through the next 5 days. I have my coupon shopping trip to Albertson's all planned out and I should only spend around $10 OOP (out of pocket).&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was telling a friend about this challenge and she remarked how difficult it would be. She commented that people "need" to be able to indulge every once in a while on "wants". Initially, I agreed. But after much thought I have changed my mind. Maybe it's the vocabulary I'm hung up on. Afterall, it's false to say people"NEED" to indulge in anything. A more true statement would be, "people want to indulge". Correctly using the word "want" empowers individuals to say NO! I often hear people uttering the following phrases, myself included; "I need a vacation, I need a new pair of shoes, I need a haircut, I need a soda, etc.  Really???? Do I really need any of those things? No I do NOT. But when I utter that word,"need", I find it robs me of the power to fight against my desires (wants).  Certainly I can continue on in life without a vacation, new shoes, a haircut or a soda. A more accurate statement would be "I want.....(fill in the blank)". American society tries to convince us the opposite is true.  We are accosted with various forms of marketing techniques whose sole purpose is to convince us we "need" some product to be complete or worse, that we "deserve" something just because we exist. I believe this mentality breeds a sense of entitlement. And then we are left wondering why we are strapped with a nation full of people who have overindulged (obesity, living in homes they can't afford, carrying credit debt, etc).  I am grateful for the daily dollar challenge as it has really forced me to see my own "needs" more clearly. I'm still weak. Last week I earned some extra money but spent it because I "needed" a haircut. Then I spent more money because I "needed" to get the bad haircut fixed.  Really??? I didn't "need" the first haircut.  anyways i'm rambling now.....&lt;br /&gt;5 days left. i have made some mistakes but for the most part i have done so much better these last 21 days than i usually do and my checking account balance is a direct reflection of that. YEAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7270122432034526469?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7270122432034526469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7270122432034526469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7270122432034526469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7270122432034526469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-day-diet-15-16.html' title='Dollar Day Diet 15 &amp; 16'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8643500658851853761</id><published>2010-02-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:23:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 14 and another thing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a shop free day- this spending money on only what you need is getting easier. Plus i followed the advice of a friend and have just stayed home- no reason to tempt myself.&lt;br /&gt;today is looking like a shop free day as well. my house is in shambles and laundry has managed to pile up again so there's plenty to do at home- i am gearing up for my coupon shopping come &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; morning though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8643500658851853761?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8643500658851853761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8643500658851853761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8643500658851853761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8643500658851853761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-14-and-another-thing.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 14 and another thing'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3197018444764222919</id><published>2010-02-24T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:27:02.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;babysit&lt;/span&gt; for a friend so that keeps me house bound. It's a good thing- i am not tempted to spend money and i get all the chores, which i despise, completed. i had to run to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; for eggs and butter. while there i checked prices on a few items like; cereal, yogurt, frosting, bread, fresh fruit and canned black beans. WOW i can't believe how expensive everything is. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting such cheap deals using my coupons and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;albertson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doubler's&lt;/span&gt;(when they come out) paying full retail-even at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt;- makes me feel sick. Betty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crocker&lt;/span&gt; frosting at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; is $1.67. I will get it, next week at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;albies&lt;/span&gt;, with all my coupons, for $.50. now do you see why $1.67 seems ridiculous. A box of wheaties fuel was $2.44 at walmart. i will get it next week at albies for $.50. C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ouponing&lt;/span&gt; nay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayers&lt;/span&gt; are truly missing the boat! anyways-I'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; down to my last $30 BUT i only have 7 days left. we are stocked on everything so i should make it to the end of the challenge without going over budget. AND that is a WONDERFUL feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-3197018444764222919?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3197018444764222919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3197018444764222919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3197018444764222919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3197018444764222919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-13.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 13'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-6166483302559253061</id><published>2010-02-23T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:52:03.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 11 &amp; 12</title><content type='html'>Our computer has been down-viruses or something. thank goodness we have a computer genius neighbor who will fix our computer for trade. i love the barter system. anyways, day 11 spent no money. day 12 spent $13.73 at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;albertson's&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;artisan&lt;/span&gt; bread, salad dressing, cucumber and some lunch meat. 1 week and one day left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-6166483302559253061?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/6166483302559253061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=6166483302559253061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6166483302559253061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6166483302559253061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-11-12.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 11 &amp; 12'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1683572709105014920</id><published>2010-02-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:11:56.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 9 and Day 10</title><content type='html'>HOLY COW, yesterday was challenging. Saturday is shopping day! Right? Didn't everyone else grow up doing chores saturday morning and then shopping saturday afternoon? that was a tradition i remember from my childhood. one that i have subconsciously carried with me into adulthood. i did survive the day without spending but i won't deny the angst i suffered. and then....last night, quincy was playing at the neighbors and somehow the ping pong table fell onto her head creating a pretty deep gash. i wasn't convinved the gash warranted a trip to the e.r. OR stitches so our kind doctor friend came over to assess the wound. 30 minutes later reece, quincy and i hopped into the gas guzzling SUV, e.r. bound. I hate the e.r. for so many reasons- i won't even waste my time going into it.  Needless to say the injury occurred at approx 7:30. We arrived at the e.r at approx 8:30. we left the e.r  (4 staples and i'm sure a $1200 bill later)at exactly 11:00 p.m. RIDICULOUS!!!!!! On the way out the doc asked if the kids wanted a Popsicle. i said no thanks i don't feel like being charged $10 for a Popsicle. she giggled and said, " oh we don't charge for them". AND then you know what they did????? they split ONE in half for Reece and Quincy to share.  P.L.E.A.S.E.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 -i didn't spend any cash on wants but no avoiding the e.r. bill that will show up in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- spent nothing! YEAH for keeping the Sabbath day holy and not shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1683572709105014920?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1683572709105014920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1683572709105014920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1683572709105014920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1683572709105014920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-9-and-day-10.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 9 and Day 10'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4840784311229234009</id><published>2010-02-19T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:24:57.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 8</title><content type='html'>Today was tough! in fact i would have caved if the dress, i certainly didn't need, but desperately wanted fit- thank good&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; it was too short! i keep telling myself 21 days to make a habit, right? another reason i fail at diets.....i would never ever want to go 21 days without sugar just to create the habit of not eating sugar. i love sugar and i really love shopping!&lt;br /&gt;i did purchase some jeans today at Old Navy for myself and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reece&lt;/span&gt;- they were on sale. i had coupons and a gift card. one thing for sure.....this dollar diet has really forced me to evaluate my purchases. reluctantly i  put several items of clothing back because no one needed them. they were on clearance but still that's how i tend to nickel and dime myself over budget. clearance is not a signal to buy whatever i want! i feel very fortunate to be surrounded by other frugal, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couponing&lt;/span&gt;, budget abiding friends. i glean more support from them then they know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4840784311229234009?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4840784311229234009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4840784311229234009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4840784311229234009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4840784311229234009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-8.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 8'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5605803627440323918</id><published>2010-02-18T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:15:49.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 7</title><content type='html'>Didn't spend anything today! 14 days left. I have learned so much about myself in one short week. Like:&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm such an emotional shopper- spending money really makes me feel better short term- kinda like the chocolate makes me feel better at first but then....when the numbers on the scale start creeping up it's not so good.&lt;br /&gt;2. my "wants" are closely intertwined with my "needs". it feels good to be more conscious of this and more in control of my spending.&lt;br /&gt;3. limits really scare me. i'm not a good dieter for this very reason. i would rather run 25 miles a week and eat whatever i want than limit my caloric intake. once limits are in place i instinctively get "up in arms". i wonder what psychological phenomenon explains that.&lt;br /&gt;4. i really don't "need" much. most of my spending falls into the "want" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited to see where the next two weeks take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5605803627440323918?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5605803627440323918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5605803627440323918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5605803627440323918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5605803627440323918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-7.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 7'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5539413054977771761</id><published>2010-02-17T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:41:04.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 6</title><content type='html'>Today i almost made it without spending a single cent. almost being the operative word. on the way to quincy's dance lesson the gas light(in the gas guzzling, still making payments on) SUV lit up. i know i can drive at least 11 miles once the gas light rears it's ugly head but it's cold outside and i didn't want to chance it with little kids in the car. so today i broke the cardinal rule of the dollar diet....I charged $70.00 worth of gas on my credit card- because i had no cash with me. I will deduct that $70 from my allowed budget to pay the credit card and possibly redeem myself????&lt;br /&gt;cash remaining as of today: $115.30&lt;br /&gt;oh and one other surprise that came in the mail today.....a bill from old navy. $8.49last month if i would have been using cash only i wouldn't get surprise bills in the mail. for that matter, last month if i was buying only what i needed i wouldn't have even walked into old navy. guaranteed the purchase was a want NOT a need.&lt;br /&gt;so actual cash left is $115.30-$8.49=$106.81.....the next 15 days might get very interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5539413054977771761?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5539413054977771761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5539413054977771761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5539413054977771761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5539413054977771761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-6.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 6'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4212019482266063110</id><published>2010-02-16T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:20:18.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3syMEOlT9I/AAAAAAAABCs/_2hYBHHRoOo/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3syMEOlT9I/AAAAAAAABCs/_2hYBHHRoOo/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438996157854732242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't put off the costco trip any longer. I wondered if I would be disciplined enough to stay in budget.I took $75 cash with me and kept track of the items that went into my cart.&lt;br /&gt;i needed:&lt;br /&gt;1.fresh fruit- you can't get bananas cheaper. i purchased the red delicious apples vs. the fugi or gala because they were considerably less expensive but pack the same nutritional pucnh. i purchased the case of oranges vs. my favorite (a bag of cuties)because it was cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;2.romaine- can't get it cheaper anywhere else and makes great salads&lt;br /&gt;3.chicken nuggets- some may say this is a want but i have a little guy with severe food allergies (no milk, eggs, or nuts and wheat only sparingly) this is what he eats for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;4.bread- quinn said no more taking chances on homeade bread (see post below)- again because of my little one we buy the more expensive bread as it is egg and milk free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted but didn't buy all the books-didn't even buy one!&lt;br /&gt;chocolate covered pretzels-&lt;br /&gt;stacy's pita chips&lt;br /&gt;zone power bars&lt;br /&gt;-i finally just stopped looking and went to checkout.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted and did buy:&lt;br /&gt;1. applesauce (or my food storage)&lt;br /&gt;2. case of popcorn (with coupon 32 bags cost $5.65)this is a really and somewhat healthy snack alternative for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kirkland brand laundry detergent- could have gotten by without it but will need it eventually and didn't want to miss the coupon. it is our preferred detergent. &lt;br /&gt;4. apple juice- could have gotten by with out it but trey (the allergic one, get's tired of water and there was a coupon making it 2 gallons for $4.65).&lt;br /&gt;I told the cashiers about my diet(just in case i had to put something back). They were really supportive. &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: $74.64&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to buy crest toothpaste at walgreens for $.04-you can too just check these gals out (www.thecrazycouponlady.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4212019482266063110?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4212019482266063110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4212019482266063110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4212019482266063110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4212019482266063110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-5.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 5'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3syMEOlT9I/AAAAAAAABCs/_2hYBHHRoOo/s72-c/IMG_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-6363428136165145769</id><published>2010-02-15T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:56:56.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Diet Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today i went to Alby's armed with my coupon binder. I needed:&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;dishwashing detergent&lt;br /&gt;yogurt&lt;br /&gt;you could say i broke the diet rules because i came home with some additional items BUT they were FREE (with my coupons).&lt;br /&gt;here's what i came home with:&lt;br /&gt;5 packs of trident layered gum - FREE with coupons- &lt;br /&gt;4 boxes of ronzoni pasta- FREE with coupons&lt;br /&gt;5 bags of hershey's bliss chocolate- FREE with coupons&lt;br /&gt;12 dannon light&amp;fit yogurts-$3.67 (with coupons)&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon of milk $2.69 - that killed me but i figured it was cheaper than driving to costco.&lt;br /&gt;1 box of dishwash detergent $3.99 (with coupons)&lt;br /&gt;1 bag of popsicles (now this i didn't need but my 3 year old, who was patiently shopping with me did). they were on clearance and i paid $1.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total paid $13.06 &lt;br /&gt;normally i would have purchased some other items BUT the other items were on my want list vs. need list. unless i can get them for free i can't buy them (unless my 3 year old is on the verge of a melting down). if you want to know to use coupons visit www.thekrazycouponlady.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-6363428136165145769?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/6363428136165145769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=6363428136165145769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6363428136165145769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6363428136165145769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-day-4.html' title='Dollar Diet Day 4'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2948697587590012231</id><published>2010-02-15T17:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:43:09.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dollar diet. Days 1, 2 and 3.</title><content type='html'>if i was blog savvy i would know how to link you to the article on kivitv news featuring the dollar diet but i'm not. so if you're interested just head on over to their news page and check it out in the lifestyle section. my gym pal, michelle edmonds (you know the lovable evening anchor on channel 6), explained this diet to me on Friday, February 12th. from what i understand the basic concept is for 21 days (because that's how long it takes to form new habits) you shop using two rules: #1. use cash only. #2. buy only what you need! let me repeat....buy only what you need! of course prior to this you must establish your budget for the 21 days. the goals are #1. to stay under your budget, thus saving money. #2. be able to more clearly distinguish between wants and needs #3. stop using credit cards/debit cards/anything but cash to pay for purchases.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already fairly frugal but definately have room for improvement. sometimes i nickel and dime myself right over my budget. not good! over budget is over budget no matter how good of a deal something is (if only our government understood this concept). Michelle is doing a news story with a local family on the diet but i decided to take the challenge as well and blog about it. so here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;My budget for the 21 days is $300.00- that includes everything. food,gas, dining out, movies, haircuts, toiletries, anything we do for the next 21 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day one&lt;/strong&gt;: withdrew $300 cash from bank.- didn't spend any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day two&lt;/strong&gt;: purchased 3# of ground beef for $7.00 at Albertson's. probably cheaper at winco but didn't have the time to drive there. plus who in their right mind goes to winco on a saturday? Paid $7 because i bought yesterday's grind (completely edible just store policy that it is marked down to sell the next day or it's thrown away).&lt;br /&gt;Cut quinn's hair myself to save the cost of a haircut. this was my second time and it turned out great! Made bread because we were out and didn't want to spend money at store- had all items in my food storage(it turned out horrible and was hard as a rock but we still ate half the loaf with some yummy jam i canned last summer). $20for valentines date to movie (date night is a definite need in my book-and we don't usually spend money but it was valentines day)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day three&lt;/strong&gt;- spent nothing as i don't shop on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;$300-$27.00 = $273&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2948697587590012231?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2948697587590012231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2948697587590012231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2948697587590012231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2948697587590012231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/dollar-diet-days-1-2-and-3.html' title='the dollar diet. Days 1, 2 and 3.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4757139247869803325</id><published>2010-02-08T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:10:55.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3Ci4SJBsfI/AAAAAAAABCk/f15CdD2Vyqk/s1600-h/laundry+room+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436023838062260722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3Ci4SJBsfI/AAAAAAAABCk/f15CdD2Vyqk/s320/laundry+room+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 packages of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;4 boxes of 18 ct. tampons&lt;br /&gt;1 package of huggies-because i'm not ready to potty train yet. who has time for potty training when i am so busy couponing&lt;br /&gt;3 bottles of joy dish soap&lt;br /&gt;2 venus razors with 5- yes count them 5 blades&lt;br /&gt;2 Oil of Olay body wash&lt;br /&gt;4 Dove's Men's body wash&lt;br /&gt;2 /20 sq. feet of foil&lt;br /&gt;2 pacakages of oreos- to bribe the kids with&lt;br /&gt;1 package of sweedish fish- to bribe trey with since he can't eat the oreos&lt;br /&gt;4 caramels- filler items&lt;br /&gt;Out of Pocket= $46.51 + I still have $10.00 in Register Rewards to use at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;Some seasoned couponers probably would have scored this pile for way cheaper but I'm still learning and that's what is so darn frustrating. I WANT TO BE PERFECT AND GET THE BEST DEALS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!! It literally makes me ill thinking that I might have been able to save more money if only..........But this is good for me. it is forcing me to learn patience with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couponing aint for no sissy's (how do you like them double negatives)! you have got to know your stuff and be able to stick to your guns. not all stores are on "their" game and sometimes the couponer has to tell "them" about "their" policies-and of course the couponer knows the store's policy because he/she has read up on it.&lt;br /&gt;You also have to be able to smile politely even when the folks, in line behind you, start making noises with their mouths, rolling their eyes and get their bodies all contorted just because you are taking a little extra time SAVING MONEY by USING COUPONS!&lt;br /&gt;I love couponing-i'm not quite sure what the draw is but i'm an addict. upon realizing this i have set two ground rules for myself-i'm sure more will follow- but remember i'm still a beginner!&lt;br /&gt;1. I won't organize my coupons on Sunday, anymore. It takes too much time away from my family. I could spend a good 2-3 hours organizing and reading coupon blogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't skip the gym to try and get the great deals. last week i allowed myself to skip the gym 3 times due to couponing. i didn't intend for it to happen that way but my trips took longer than expected and before i knew it my gym time was up.  Exercise is too important in my world and I need to keep it that way. Afterall I am pushing 36- ARGHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4757139247869803325?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4757139247869803325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4757139247869803325' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4757139247869803325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4757139247869803325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-worth-it.html' title='is it worth it?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S3Ci4SJBsfI/AAAAAAAABCk/f15CdD2Vyqk/s72-c/laundry+room+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-372209337954756088</id><published>2010-01-30T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:14:04.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit teaching</title><content type='html'>I enrolled in another semester of postive parenting, taught by the amazing Carlene Tanner. I love this class and I love the teacher. Her spirit teaches my spirit concepts that I am unable to learn anywhere else. Since I have been a parent (10 1/2 years) I have read a lot, and I mean a lot, of parenting books. I have taken other parenting classes. I have even paid for professional counseling. NOT because I have abnormal children BUT because I am just anal like that.  I assumed that if I did a "perfect" job parenting than the process would yield "perfect" children. And just in case you are wondering....my definition of "perfect" is just that....MY definition. In my world "perfect" children don't waste their time playing video games or watching television- rather they immerse themselves in service to others and reading out of great books. Perfect children use manners at all times and in all places....get my drift? What planet am I from?????Geesh! Here are just a few tidbits my spirit has learned from Sis. Tanner-thanks to my companion, the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;1. I am far from perfect- and my children are still good inspite of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. The atonment accounts for imperfections- accept that gift and quit trying to fly solo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heavenly Father loves me BUT not everything is about me. quinn and kiddos will make mistakes for their own growth NOT to make my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;4. If I want to reside in the Celestial Kingdom I need to act like a Celestial being. The Celestial Kingdom probably doesn't have room for some one who nags, critisizes, demands, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5. TEACH(spend the time and make the effort) correct principles and let children govern themselves.&lt;br /&gt;6. Encourage instead of Praise- that's a biggy&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least............remember.........."this too shall pass". Although I can't imagine my life in any other future stage I need to remember time will pass and enjoy the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-372209337954756088?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/372209337954756088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=372209337954756088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/372209337954756088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/372209337954756088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/01/spirit-teaching.html' title='Spirit teaching'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4824368599950577757</id><published>2010-01-05T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:47:31.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self......</title><content type='html'>1. Don't leave the full bottle of laundry detergent on the washing machine ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;2. When you hear a loud bang, investigate EVERY ROOM- you never know what you might find.&lt;br /&gt;3. Take the full bottle of bleach off the washing machine- thank goodness that didn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S0Pc-nA0PlI/AAAAAAAABCc/vIH0UZtGhiI/s1600-h/laundry+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423421344466615890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S0Pc-nA0PlI/AAAAAAAABCc/vIH0UZtGhiI/s320/laundry+room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4824368599950577757?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4824368599950577757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4824368599950577757' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4824368599950577757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4824368599950577757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/S0Pc-nA0PlI/AAAAAAAABCc/vIH0UZtGhiI/s72-c/laundry+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-41519942778819138</id><published>2010-01-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:52:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I just finished a DVR of Glenn Beck. WOW!!! John Huntsman was his guest. Do you know who John Huntsman is? His company invented the egg carton, McDonalds Big-Mac container, the plastic bowl, fork, spoon, etc. He is a self made BILLIONAIRE. He founded the Huntsman Cancer center in Utah. He was one member of President Nixon's cabinent that refused to participate in any questionable dealings. He is the only person who wasn't summonds for questioning once the water gate scandal broke. His character spoke that loudly. He will die BROKE because he plans on giving ALL his money to fund charities once he has passed. I couldn't help but feel his spirit as he spoke. I felt his humility, his goodness. His words inspired me to ACT! The final thought he left the viewers with was, "When you are in the service of your fellow beings you are only in the service of your God".  Did I mention he is a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints?&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1-10 (1 being totally self absorbed, never thinking of others and doing anything to "get ahead" in the world and 10 being Mother Teresa-imperfect but yet a saint) I consider myself at a 5. I was taught by my parents to serve others, share my abundance (how little or large that may be),work hard, better the community i reside in and be honest regardless of the consequences. BUT i find myself bogged down by the natural tendencies of man.  I do want to have nice things, I spend ALOT of time doing things for myself (this goes above and beyond maintaining my physical, spiritual and emotional well being. it's plain ol' selfishness), I am quick to judge others and the list goes on. So here is my challenge to myself and to you, if you want to jump on board- Lose myself in the service of others. Every day for the next year I will complete an act of service for someone. I'm sure on some days the act will be as little as a smile but i sure hope on other days i will have enough courage to serve big. I don't think the question is, WILL a year of daily service change my life rather HOW will my life be changed from this adventure. I can't wait to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-41519942778819138?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/41519942778819138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=41519942778819138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/41519942778819138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/41519942778819138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2750405090479518884</id><published>2009-12-08T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:56:29.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a soap box.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sx8AdDbU0cI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDdPpHZPYXI/s1600-h/quincy+and+santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413045776258748866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sx8AdDbU0cI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDdPpHZPYXI/s320/quincy+and+santa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sx8AcVf2fsI/AAAAAAAABBU/KPY8AQiNVyw/s1600-h/trey+and+santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413045763929702082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sx8AcVf2fsI/AAAAAAAABBU/KPY8AQiNVyw/s320/trey+and+santa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas. I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude as i walked the halls of Reece and Quincy's elementary school- i saw pictures of christmas trees and other decorations that indicated the approaching holiday. Of course i was saddened that no mention of our Savior can be included at school but i was still grateful that the children can at least celebrate christmas to some extent. I stopped by the principal's office, to express my gratitude for living in a school district that still allows the holiday celebration, only to be told that it might change in the near future. WHAT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently some families just don't think it's appropriate and don't share in the belief of Christmas- it offends them.  that's when I stepped up on my soap box and spoke my heart.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SO WHAT!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why is the majority always cowtowing to the minority? These christmas opposing families demand tolerance and respect-what about tolerating and respecting my family's beliefs? This is ridiculous! Well I would like to know if and when this issue will be debated and presented in front of the school board. I will get involved!"&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the principal was doing evaluations in a classroom- BUT the receptionist got an earful and thankfully she agreed with me. I guess I'll have to spend some energy writing a letter to the school board. Don't think for a minute i would have wavered from my soap box if I was speaking to the principal. OK well I better get drafting my ever important letter to the school board......&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/5749033671239855314-2750405090479518884?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2750405090479518884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2750405090479518884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2750405090479518884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2750405090479518884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-soap-box.html' title='On a soap box.....'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sx8AdDbU0cI/AAAAAAAABBc/DDdPpHZPYXI/s72-c/quincy+and+santa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-6483896639913160173</id><published>2009-11-29T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:59:02.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it will be O.K.</title><content type='html'>so many thoughts are running through my mind as i sit here typing.&lt;br /&gt;1. is it really december in 2 days?&lt;br /&gt;2. are we really only 30 + days away from celebrating a new year?&lt;br /&gt;3. are we going to be finacially able to navigate all of our responsibilities (quinn's employer isn't in a great financial place right now and consequently it trickles down to us. ie- no more paid health insurance premium for the family, behind on Quinn's commission payments and definately NO christmas bonus)&lt;br /&gt;4. will my children learn the true meaning of christmas?&lt;br /&gt;5. will i get all my errands done and still be able to spend 2 hours at the gym?&lt;br /&gt;6. should i look for a part time job?&lt;br /&gt;7. do other mothers, aside from my sister, experience feelings of anxiety and panic when the house is in disarray and the children are extremely noisy? are there really humans out there that enjoy all the mess and the noise? really?????&lt;br /&gt;despite the above mentioned thoughts (and some that will remain unrevealed) i feel a bit of excitement bubbling. there is a little hop in my step, a smile that is threatening to surface. i wonder-is it the approaching christmas holiday? is it the spiritually uplifting day at church? NO! it's back to school for the kids! 3 weeks they have been out for track break and finally they return tomorrow. i'm trying to hide my excitement but it's hard. i really can't wait! granted the school session will be short lived as they get out for christmas break in a few weeks BUT nonetheless i will treasure their time in school more than i ever i have. oh i can hardly wait for tomorrow! everything will be OK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-6483896639913160173?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/6483896639913160173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=6483896639913160173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6483896639913160173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6483896639913160173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-will-be-ok.html' title='it will be O.K.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7612973656083928337</id><published>2009-11-23T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:52:28.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting and raving AND Gratitude</title><content type='html'>since this is MY blog and i feel like getting some stuff off my chest here it goes......&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert-huge fan when he was on American Idol- one talented individual. Lost all respect last night after his performance on AMA. Couldn't even stomach the whole thing. After the first very inappropriate act, by him, we shut it off and vowed to never ever support him in any way. I guess the more important question i should ask myself is why was i even watching the AMA's in the first place. I don't really enjoy any kind of popular music and viewing the show was NOT an appropriate Sabbath day activity, in my opinion. I should have known better.  The adversary really has his claws in deep. Scary times we find ourselves in these days.  Then i hear that the healthcare bill passed the senate on saturday. did you know that our taxes will be paying for abortions? i am a pro lifer. if someone is stupid enough to have unprotected sex before or after they are married that IS their choice-of course there are the unfortunate circumstances such as rape or incest that warrant careful consideration but i don't believe that is the reason most abortions are performed. I don't want one penny i work for to supporting abortion in anyway. Where is my choice in that?&lt;br /&gt;I have already mentioned this before BUT the two things I am most grateful for is my membership in and my testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. I often wonder how i would navigate through life without my testimony and i don't think i would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7612973656083928337?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7612973656083928337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7612973656083928337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7612973656083928337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7612973656083928337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/ranting-and-raving-and-gratitude.html' title='ranting and raving AND Gratitude'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2751577507635021437</id><published>2009-11-20T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:17:56.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 21</title><content type='html'>My creative juices have been shifted to high gear since starting my gratitude posts. I do think everyday we can find something new to be grateful for and i'm glad for the opportunity to think outside the box. Today I was visiting with a stranger when she revealed that her husband has brain cancer and they are moving to Argentina next month to be closer to his family for a few years. REALLY? She didn't sound bitter. She appeared to be at peace. I sensed more the "this is what life has dealt us" attitude and they were anxious for their new adventure. Today I am grateful for the opportunity I had to visit with this individual today. It's no secret for anyone who knows me.....I AM A CONTROL FREAK! i live with the illusion that i control most things around me. It's so ridiculous. I am working on letting go and as i do i can feel the anxiety leave my being and the peace take hold. The stranger gave me strength to carry on. After our short visit I had a greater appreciation for the truth.......the only thing i can really control is my response to life and what the Lord puts in my path. I trust Heavenly Father and Jesus. I know they know what is best for me. 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Will- he let's us shadow him at the gym and we get an amazing workout for FREE.&lt;br /&gt;3. YW night in excellence.&lt;br /&gt;4. guitar music.&lt;br /&gt;5. opportunity to stay at home-i may have already mentioned this but even though it's a struggle i am so grateful to be able to stay in the home full time.&lt;br /&gt;6. q-tips.&lt;br /&gt;7. children's imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;8. missed naps-that mean EARLY bedtime. YEEHAW.&lt;br /&gt;9. 24 hour grocery stores.&lt;br /&gt;10. the color lime green. -so cheery&lt;br /&gt;11. losing.- makes winning so much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;12. winning.&lt;br /&gt;13. my seamstress friend, Tina.&lt;br /&gt;14. fuzzy soft scarves.&lt;br /&gt;15. bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;16. belts.&lt;br /&gt;17. consignment stores&lt;br /&gt;18. press and seal wrap-so handy&lt;br /&gt;19. 100% cotton balls&lt;br /&gt;20. toe nails- when i was training for my half marathon i actually lost one of my toe nails- really helped me appreciate them. see we can always find gratitude in even the most obscure things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8195382354181403596?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8195382354181403596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1786945083164019494</id><published>2009-11-17T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:46:48.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 19</title><content type='html'>1. that extra 15 minutes added to the original 45 minute spinning class-now it's one whole hour of bliss.- really it just means i can eat a little more yummy treats over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;2. tights- stylish and warm.&lt;br /&gt;3. my neighbor- she brought me a yummy sugar cookie recipe last night.&lt;br /&gt;4. drew- reece's friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. sawyer pest control.&lt;br /&gt;6. pens that write.&lt;br /&gt;7. hair color.&lt;br /&gt;8. short checkout lines.&lt;br /&gt;9. children who sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;10. garage.&lt;br /&gt;11. polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;12. crazy ideas.&lt;br /&gt;13. quinn's patience.&lt;br /&gt;14. montessori.&lt;br /&gt;15. my neighbor, who is an elementary school principal, and will listen to my rants and raves.&lt;br /&gt;16. a good vacuum&lt;br /&gt;17. ceramic tile kitchen countertops.&lt;br /&gt;18. braces&lt;br /&gt;19. retainers&lt;br /&gt;20. dental floss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1786945083164019494?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1786945083164019494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1786945083164019494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1786945083164019494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1786945083164019494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-19.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 19'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5393654124610393378</id><published>2009-11-16T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:01:26.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 18</title><content type='html'>1. snow melt-melts those icy patches quick.&lt;br /&gt;2. glue guns.&lt;br /&gt;3. so thankful for the sound of the front door opening and closing at 5:30 p.m. because that means quinn is home!&lt;br /&gt;4. our ranch style home- it's big enough for our family and i can hear everything that is going on in all the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;5. cotton.&lt;br /&gt;6. step stools.&lt;br /&gt;7. express lanes.&lt;br /&gt;8. feather pillows&lt;br /&gt;9. family home evening.&lt;br /&gt;10. the sound of Reece singing primary songs to trey.&lt;br /&gt;11. ziploc bags.&lt;br /&gt;12. people who will explain things to me more than once.&lt;br /&gt;13. safety seals&lt;br /&gt;14. smoke detectors&lt;br /&gt;15. fire fighters&lt;br /&gt;16. mirrors&lt;br /&gt;17. junior mints&lt;br /&gt;18. self check out lines&lt;br /&gt;19. finding money in a coat pocket&lt;br /&gt;20. utensils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5393654124610393378?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5677389515306545863</id><published>2009-11-12T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:20:24.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days of attitude!</title><content type='html'>It's been over one week since i have posted my gratitude list. Of course i couldn't keep posting such a list everyday for the rest of my life, right? (or could I? and Should I?)&lt;br /&gt;These last couple of days I haven't felt much gratitude rather a "i just can't muster up the energy to list 20 things i'm grateful for" attitude. Here's what's been going on in our world:&lt;br /&gt;1. reece and quincy started track break- that's right they are out of school for 3 weeks,- need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;2. Trey has decided he is my number one helper- he wants to clean toilets, do the dishes, pour the bleach in the washing machine, hand me toilet paper when i am using the bathroom, flush the toilet for me, etc. he literally follows me everywhere to offer his help. some moms can handle this- some moms think it's productive to teach their kiddos to do the dishes, laundry, toilets, etc. I. DO. NOT! especially at 3. Nonetheless I am trying- i wake up with all the patient intentions in the world and after breakfast ( you know because Trey wants to stir the pancakes and then watch the pancakes cook and then flip them over. Meanwhile reece is busy being a typical older brother to quincy and quincy is busy perfecting her dramatic performance) now where was I??? oh ya after breakfast my nerves have unraveled to nearly the very end.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOO.........life has been happening at the Peterson's AND i can either embrace life with a grateful heart or i can begrudgingly endure to the end. I committ to continue on with my gratitude lists until Thanksgiving day as it really does help me keep my heart in the right frame.&lt;br /&gt;1. violin music&lt;br /&gt;2. primary programs&lt;br /&gt;3. front row seats&lt;br /&gt;4. silence&lt;br /&gt;5. sonic ice&lt;br /&gt;6. rear windshield wipers&lt;br /&gt;7. car horns&lt;br /&gt;8. glitter&lt;br /&gt;9. auctions&lt;br /&gt;10. free weekend minutes&lt;br /&gt;11. online shopping&lt;br /&gt;12. the colors emerald green and deep purple- my favorite combination- glad i ran into tiffany on friday at the library- she looked beautiful in her green shirt and purple coat.&lt;br /&gt;13. rooms with doors&lt;br /&gt;14. door handles with locks&lt;br /&gt;15. grout sealer&lt;br /&gt;16. gingham ribbon&lt;br /&gt;17. papa murphy's&lt;br /&gt;18. sugar free popscicles&lt;br /&gt;19. people who remember other people's birthdays&lt;br /&gt;20. coinstar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5677389515306545863?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5677389515306545863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5677389515306545863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5677389515306545863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5677389515306545863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/few-days-of-attitude.html' title='A few days of attitude!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3938145678256415096</id><published>2009-11-07T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:52:05.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 16</title><content type='html'>1. scoring a great promotional deal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bishop Moorhouse.&lt;br /&gt;3. sticker charts- they are soooo motivating&lt;br /&gt;4. pepto bismal- however it means i'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;5. courteous store clerks&lt;br /&gt;6. old movies, you know like Fiddler on the Roof.&lt;br /&gt;7. partaking of the sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;8. a good gospel doctrine lesson.&lt;br /&gt;9. reverent children. happens everyone once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;10. nursery leaders.&lt;br /&gt;11. primary teachers.&lt;br /&gt;12. motivational scout leaders&lt;br /&gt;13. sugar cookies that don't turn out- my kids still had fun making them but now i won't waster any calories eating them.&lt;br /&gt;14. neighborhood kids who ate the yucky sugar cookies so i didn't have to feel guilty about throwing them away.&lt;br /&gt;15. $.40 a pound turkeys&lt;br /&gt;16. 2000 stripling warriors- their story is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;17. living in the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;18. dirt-keeps my kids busy for hours.&lt;br /&gt;19. flexible bandaids.&lt;br /&gt;20. black boots- so slimming and don't have to wear tights to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-3938145678256415096?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3938145678256415096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3938145678256415096' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3938145678256415096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3938145678256415096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-16.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 16'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7396083238877474488</id><published>2009-11-07T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:20:48.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 15</title><content type='html'>1. freshly vacuumed floors&lt;br /&gt;2. a clean kitchen&lt;br /&gt;3. $1 craft projects for kids&lt;br /&gt;4. thank you cards&lt;br /&gt;5. skinny cow ice-cream sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;6. opportunity for kids to have relationship with their grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;7. tempered glass.&lt;br /&gt;8. our trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;9. online helps for teaching church lessons&lt;br /&gt;10. Brother Tanner.&lt;br /&gt;11. cute shoes-one of fetishes&lt;br /&gt;12. knowledge that ALL good things come from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;13. christmas music-sometimes i play it in July&lt;br /&gt;14. differin cream- keeps all pimples at bay.&lt;br /&gt;15. bronzing powder- a safer way to look sun kissed.&lt;br /&gt;16. tankini's- still modest but so much easier to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;17. food in my pantry&lt;br /&gt;18. my first aid kit&lt;br /&gt;19. puzzles&lt;br /&gt;20. sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7396083238877474488?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7396083238877474488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7396083238877474488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7396083238877474488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7396083238877474488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-15.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 15'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8443604503302543230</id><published>2009-11-06T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T20:39:23.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 14</title><content type='html'>1. patient cashiers- i had a big day of coupon shopping.&lt;br /&gt;2. finding everything in the store that is on your list.&lt;br /&gt;3. unexpected catalina's (additional coupons)&lt;br /&gt;4. one time courtesy reversal of overdrawn charges- there was a little mix up with Quinn and his personal bank account. he was overdrawn by $20.00 and the fees attached to that were $55.00- he doesn't normally use this account. thank you US bank for rewarding our 16 years of business.&lt;br /&gt;5. my family ate all of their dinner tonight and didn't complain once. MIRACLE&lt;br /&gt;6. good neighbor kids for my kids to play with.&lt;br /&gt;7. make-up. it's such a wonderful thing-thanks tiffani for pointing that out on your list.&lt;br /&gt;8. ability to stay within grocery budget.&lt;br /&gt;9. calculators&lt;br /&gt;10. cell phones with calculators.-&lt;br /&gt;11. excel spreadsheets&lt;br /&gt;12. quinn will take my kids to work with him so i can have some peace.&lt;br /&gt;13. ability to read&lt;br /&gt;14. my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;15. ability to retain information.&lt;br /&gt;16. gift to learn the gospel easily.&lt;br /&gt;17. ability to get to know other's easily.&lt;br /&gt;18. porch lights.&lt;br /&gt;19. washed windows.&lt;br /&gt;20. a working dryer- for a load or two i thought the heating element in the dryer had burned out but it seems to be working just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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14'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-531201308389482122</id><published>2009-11-04T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:46:07.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 13</title><content type='html'>1. lawyers&lt;br /&gt;2. a toddler who napped at just the perfect time today.&lt;br /&gt;3. eating out- yeah i don't have to cook dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;4. people with happy voices.&lt;br /&gt;5. opportunity to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;6. pickle ball-that's a fun game.&lt;br /&gt;7. puzzles-&lt;br /&gt;8. playing dominoes with the adults.&lt;br /&gt;9. the ability to cook meals for my family-that eating out adventure cost us a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;10. snuggling with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;11. ability to play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;12. courage.&lt;br /&gt;13. my children's innocence.&lt;br /&gt;14. challenges&lt;br /&gt;15. friends and family who have verizon.&lt;br /&gt;16. pumkin chocolate chip cookies- yummy&lt;br /&gt;17. opportunity to go walking with kids&lt;br /&gt;18. a safe neighborhood to go walking with kids&lt;br /&gt;19. national sex offender list-knowlege is power.&lt;br /&gt;20. so grateful that none of my nieghbors are on the sexual predator list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-531201308389482122?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/531201308389482122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-550624298504909587</id><published>2009-11-02T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:10:10.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 12</title><content type='html'>1. steady paycheck- pay day was yesterday and quinn didn't get his. hopefully he'll get it today BUT it really made me grateful for all the paychecks that have come when they were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;2. free drug tests-at Reece's meridian PAL award ceremonies last night they gave out free drug test kits ($40 value). I'll just place it on the piano, as a reminder, for the next 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;3. a mayor who is committed to a drug free community.&lt;br /&gt;4. grateful today that reece realized i AM NOT the meanest mom.&lt;br /&gt;5. loose change- it really adds up.&lt;br /&gt;6. instant oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;7. a good fitting bra-this makes all the difference&lt;br /&gt;8. quinn found Reece's scriptures this morning.&lt;br /&gt;9. conference addition ensign-i haven't received mine yet but i'm hoping today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;10. drivers who yield&lt;br /&gt;11. drivers who understand merging.&lt;br /&gt;12. law abiding citizens.&lt;br /&gt;13. kristi-the gym instructor-we had a great spin workout today.&lt;br /&gt;14. les schwab tires&lt;br /&gt;15. black spray paint-it can do wonders for an old piece of furniture.&lt;br /&gt;16. creative people who share ideas.&lt;br /&gt;17. my worn in sneakers&lt;br /&gt;18. furniture to sit on&lt;br /&gt;19. a bare laundry room floor-that means all the laundry is done for the week.&lt;br /&gt;20. comments left on my blog-i love to hear other people's feedback-thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-550624298504909587?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/550624298504909587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=550624298504909587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/550624298504909587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/550624298504909587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-12.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 12'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5163905668496906958</id><published>2009-11-02T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:00:12.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 11</title><content type='html'>1. a stranger's generosity&lt;br /&gt;2. being on the receiving end of a smile&lt;br /&gt;3. witnessing the miracles of tithing.&lt;br /&gt;4. john Hilton III's book, Why. it's really informative.&lt;br /&gt;5. friendly librarians-some of them are not so nice.&lt;br /&gt;6. opportunity to drive and pick up kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;7. a car big enough to squeeze in kid's friends&lt;br /&gt;8. amy, the crossing guard at school. she makes sure the kiddos are safe.&lt;br /&gt;9. my itchy blistery eczema is almost gone. YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;10. time to wash my families laundry.&lt;br /&gt;11. dry cleaners-quinn wears shirt and tie everyday to work-i hate ironing!&lt;br /&gt;12. dry cleaning allowance-thanks goodness quinn's work gives him a monthly dry cleaning allowance otherwise i would have to learn to love ironing.&lt;br /&gt;13. duplicate checks.&lt;br /&gt;14. yankees are winning the world series-quinn's baseball cards are selling on ebay!&lt;br /&gt;15. honest individuals.&lt;br /&gt;16. straws-my kiddos will drink anything from a straw, including green smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;17. book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;18. my DVR- how did i ever watch television without it.&lt;br /&gt;19. a healed ankle-wed. i'm gonna start running again.&lt;br /&gt;20. alternative healers. my pharmacist brother thinks i'm nuts BUT i'm still grateful for alternatives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5163905668496906958?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5163905668496906958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5163905668496906958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5163905668496906958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5163905668496906958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/attitude-of-gratitude-day-11.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 11'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4109332586455577311</id><published>2009-11-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:09:47.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pics &amp; Attitude of Gratitude Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-wsnRREI/AAAAAAAABBM/9Hux0tuuCWU/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399322009594315842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-wsnRREI/AAAAAAAABBM/9Hux0tuuCWU/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-weRVGlI/AAAAAAAABBE/u7zoiFWROp0/s1600-h/IMG_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399322005744196178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-weRVGlI/AAAAAAAABBE/u7zoiFWROp0/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-cCvo95I/AAAAAAAABA8/T58ucfqXuMo/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321654757750674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-cCvo95I/AAAAAAAABA8/T58ucfqXuMo/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-b--SlBI/AAAAAAAABA0/F4IJ4Q50ruc/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321653745456146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-b--SlBI/AAAAAAAABA0/F4IJ4Q50ruc/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-bgXCvsI/AAAAAAAABAs/4j20hQukWqE/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321645527776962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-bgXCvsI/AAAAAAAABAs/4j20hQukWqE/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-bbo0NAI/AAAAAAAABAk/WrlVDosj_5E/s1600-h/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321644260144130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-bbo0NAI/AAAAAAAABAk/WrlVDosj_5E/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-a-8CQWI/AAAAAAAABAc/bKkqaQXfVPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399321636556128610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-a-8CQWI/AAAAAAAABAc/bKkqaQXfVPQ/s320/IMG_1855.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. the Halloween witch-she takes all the candy away on halloween night and brings non edible gifts in exchange. then i don't have to spend the next week saying, "no more candy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. spontaneous hugs and kisses from my kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. barb hermansen's homeade sugar cookies-never tasted any better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ward choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. daylight savings time-especially in the fall and i gain an hour of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. tampons-seriously how did the pioneer women do it??????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. answered prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. primary songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. reece learned how to change a diaper tonight! yeehaw-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I'm so grateful that Trey isn't ready to potty train yet- i hate potty training boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. safe neighborhood for my kids to trick or treat in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. automatic securty lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. the beginning of a new month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. the pilgrims&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Native Americans- (indians)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. a sturdy roasting pan- i used one of those foil pans to cook my first turkey and the somehow poked a whole in the bottom before placing in the oven. yes turkey drippings can start oven fires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. new family search program-in 30 minutes i traced my ancestry line clear back to 1732.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. efficient record keeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. matches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. child proof scissors.&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/5749033671239855314-4109332586455577311?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4109332586455577311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4109332586455577311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4109332586455577311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4109332586455577311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-pics-attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Halloween pics &amp; Attitude of Gratitude Day 10'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Su4-wsnRREI/AAAAAAAABBM/9Hux0tuuCWU/s72-c/IMG_1905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4028322579056037468</id><published>2009-10-30T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:20:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 9</title><content type='html'>1. random acts of kindness- i went with some other gals in my ward to Costa Vida to celebrate a friend's birthday. At the register, the owner asked me why we were there. so i told him. He later visited our table to present a $10 gift card to the b-day girl- Can you believe that? I have been there for b-days before and that has NEVER happened. Thanks Costa Vida. I will eat with you more often.&lt;br /&gt;2. chiropractors-a good friend and good practioner.- About 3:30 i could feel a migraine coming on- no time for that today! i phoned A+ chiropractic right up and Dr. Karl got me in. After my adjustment I got to lay on the massage table and my migraine was kept at bay.&lt;br /&gt;3. Migraines- believe it or not feeling my pain helps me to be more empathetic with Reece when he gets his headaches and is screaming in pain.&lt;br /&gt;4. movie passes at costco-you can save a bunch of money this way and still see the new releases.&lt;br /&gt;5. a clean house-life is better for me when my house is clean.&lt;br /&gt;6. mexican hot chocolate-it has that little extra kick.&lt;br /&gt;7. alarm clocks-we would have slept right through Reece's football game this morning.&lt;br /&gt;8. second chances.&lt;br /&gt;9. propane heaters- especially on really cold days.&lt;br /&gt;10. my cloth mop-it, with my help, mops up my tile floors squeeky clean.&lt;br /&gt;11. fiber one bars-you can get 35% of your daily fiber in a yummy chocolatey bar.&lt;br /&gt;12. babysitters that actually play with kids.&lt;br /&gt;13. my chance to serve our neighbors (Bob and Corrine) who do so much for us.&lt;br /&gt;14. saturday mail service.&lt;br /&gt;15. free shipping.&lt;br /&gt;16. the President-his desire to take away some of our freedoms has really helped me appreciate living in this choice land and all the freedoms i enjoy-i pray that America will continue to honor our Founding Fathers and the constitution AND that we won't see a "transformation" any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;17. capitalism&lt;br /&gt;18. the Free market&lt;br /&gt;19. play-do. although i cringe at the thought of all the germs trapped inside that doughy substance it does keep my little ones occupied for some time.&lt;br /&gt;20. miracles-they occur daily in my life and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4028322579056037468?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4028322579056037468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4028322579056037468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4028322579056037468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4028322579056037468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-9.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 9'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5418811221794045407</id><published>2009-10-29T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:08:35.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 8 with a twist</title><content type='html'>1. garbage disposals&lt;br /&gt;2. electricity&lt;br /&gt;3. opc cinemas&lt;br /&gt;4. public educators-they are underpaid and underappreciated, understaffed and undermined often, BUT the good ones can make all the difference in a child's life. I had some good ones.&lt;br /&gt;5. temples&lt;br /&gt;6. living so close to a temple&lt;br /&gt;7. google&lt;br /&gt;8. my US bankers-even though i don't have any money they treat me like i'm their favorite.&lt;br /&gt;9. inexpensive southwest flights to seattle&lt;br /&gt;10. fresh water&lt;br /&gt;11. fish&lt;br /&gt;12. flax seed- did you know you can substitute flax for eggs and butter in recipes? this is a life saver for our little guy with all his food allergies.&lt;br /&gt;13. flannel sheets&lt;br /&gt;14. fresh flowers&lt;br /&gt;15. the stars ,in the sky, NOT hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;16. journals&lt;br /&gt;17. disposable diapers-sorry planet&lt;br /&gt;18. pioneers&lt;br /&gt;19. motorcycle helmets- unfortunately i witnessed, from a distance, a motorcycle get hit by a car yesterday and was so thankful that the bike rider was wearing his helmet. the rider appeared to be ok just shaken up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;20. 20 MPH speed zones- this is probably the only reason the motorcycle rider was not seriously injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the twist. Giving for what you are grateful for. Let me explain.......Gratitude was the topic of parenting class last night. At the conclusion of each class the instructor always gives us a homework assignment. Here's the homework from now until Christmas (and hopefully at that point it will become a habit)..........List three things, just 3, you are grateful for and then give for what you are grateful for. ie. if you list your home for something you are grateful for then invite a family into your home for dinner or dessert or games and share your home with them. if your children are on the list then make it a point to spend one on one time with each child so they know you are grateful for them. if the temple is on your list then increase your attendance. Get the idea?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5418811221794045407?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5418811221794045407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5418811221794045407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5418811221794045407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5418811221794045407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-9-with-twist.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 8 with a twist'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-137771470202178479</id><published>2009-10-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:00:32.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 7</title><content type='html'>1. missionaries-they are amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;2. parents who support missionaries- finacially and emotionally and spiritually&lt;br /&gt;3. my testimony- it is my most prized possession&lt;br /&gt;4. my sister in law- torrie. i really love her.&lt;br /&gt;5. my mom's example- i serve and magnify my callings because she taught me how&lt;br /&gt;6. my grandma young-i am charitable with others because she taught me how&lt;br /&gt;7. farmers&lt;br /&gt;8. libraries-i'm really trying to utilize the library more than purchase the book at costco.&lt;br /&gt;9. birthdays-its a great excuse to go to lunch with friends&lt;br /&gt;10. differences-i'm not good at appreciating differences in others BUT i am learning&lt;br /&gt;11. SCENTED bleach- the towels smell much better these days&lt;br /&gt;12. pumice stones- hard water stains and cracked heels&lt;br /&gt;13. my spinning shoes- i get a much better work out on the bike when i'm clipped in&lt;br /&gt;14. charmin toilet paper- it IS softer&lt;br /&gt;15. nieniedialogues-&lt;br /&gt;16. microwave ovens-some may say it causes cancer- all i know is it heats up chicken nuggets in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;17. when quinn takes care of the discipline-&lt;br /&gt;18. baskets-&lt;br /&gt;19. garbage pick up in our area-when we lived in portland we were allowed one can and had to pay for anything over- now we could stick the whole house out on the curb and they would pick it up for a flat fee of $10&lt;br /&gt;20. ziploc bags&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-137771470202178479?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/137771470202178479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=137771470202178479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/137771470202178479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/137771470202178479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-7.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 7'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1866863092848653535</id><published>2009-10-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:00:07.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 6</title><content type='html'>1. Men and Women who risk their lives to protect my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;2. The constitution- I believe the men who drafted the constitution were divinely inspired.&lt;br /&gt;3. my dad-thanks for calling me and always asking how the kids and I are doing.&lt;br /&gt;4. hot apple cider&lt;br /&gt;5. field trips-kindergartners are so stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;6. Miss Clements-she is Quincy's teacher and she is GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;7. No Bunny's Perfect- Trey's favorite bed time story&lt;br /&gt;8. ear muffs&lt;br /&gt;9. scarves&lt;br /&gt;10. mittens&lt;br /&gt;11. wool socks&lt;br /&gt;12. toothbrushes&lt;br /&gt;13. WINCO's orange chicken-it's as good as Panda Express BUT much cheaper&lt;br /&gt;14. diet coke- sad but true&lt;br /&gt;15. hot baths&lt;br /&gt;16. hand sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;17. sports caps-i hate doing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;18. sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;19. Nephi- a prophet in the Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;20. Cannery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1866863092848653535?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1866863092848653535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1866863092848653535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1866863092848653535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1866863092848653535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-6.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 6'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8711714251888231376</id><published>2009-10-27T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:25:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 5</title><content type='html'>1. sore muscles&lt;br /&gt;2. lawn mower to pick up leaves&lt;br /&gt;3. 1/2 price happy hour at sonic&lt;br /&gt;4. shoe inserts&lt;br /&gt;5. running partners&lt;br /&gt;6. apple shuffle&lt;br /&gt;7. apple buds-the fit the ear better than anything else i have found&lt;br /&gt;8. talk radio&lt;br /&gt;9. turbo tax&lt;br /&gt;10. a nose to smell&lt;br /&gt;11. eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;12. ears to hear&lt;br /&gt;13. nap time&lt;br /&gt;14. hot glue guns&lt;br /&gt;15. printer&lt;br /&gt;16. computer&lt;br /&gt;17. family history-it's always good to know where one comes from-and what one might have to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;18. visiting teaching&lt;br /&gt;19. digital camera&lt;br /&gt;20. a school bus that only transports kindergartners-the only time my kiddos will ever ride the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8711714251888231376?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8711714251888231376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8711714251888231376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8711714251888231376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8711714251888231376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-5.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 5'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2711273432724633869</id><published>2009-10-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:37:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 4</title><content type='html'>1. Quinn came home early today.&lt;br /&gt;2. dryer sheets&lt;br /&gt;3. word world-it makes me feel less guilty when my kids watch "educational" shows.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ensign&lt;br /&gt;5. Friend magazine&lt;br /&gt;6. chocolate covered pretzels&lt;br /&gt;7. finding something in common with strangers&lt;br /&gt;8. kellie who has a stock pile of paper for my spur of the moment craft ideas-&lt;br /&gt;9. sales&lt;br /&gt;10. fast sunday-i don't have to stress about yw lesson this week. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;11. outrageous socks&lt;br /&gt;12. old pictures&lt;br /&gt;13. complimentary bang cuts-I may have already mentioned this one BUT i am really grateful&lt;br /&gt;14. Amanda at the gym who paints my kid's faces every Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;15. text messaging-so much easier than calling&lt;br /&gt;16. the fact that Quinn has tomorrow and Wed off&lt;br /&gt;17. winter-it helps me appreciate spring, summer and fall&lt;br /&gt;18. sugar free hot cocoa&lt;br /&gt;19. sugardoodle.net-awesome website&lt;br /&gt;20. pinchingyourpennies-another great website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2711273432724633869?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2711273432724633869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2711273432724633869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2711273432724633869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2711273432724633869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-4.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 4'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1688825445695009510</id><published>2009-10-25T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:45:45.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 3</title><content type='html'>1. Sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;2. blankets&lt;br /&gt;3. piano music&lt;br /&gt;4. ears to hear piano music&lt;br /&gt;5. church hymns&lt;br /&gt;6. young women&lt;br /&gt;7. soft chairs&lt;br /&gt;8. pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;9. windows&lt;br /&gt;10. smiles&lt;br /&gt;11. breathe right nasal strips&lt;br /&gt;12. good gospel doctrine teachers that make you think&lt;br /&gt;13. counsel to get out of debt-i might really be in over my head if the counsel wasn't constantly repeated!&lt;br /&gt;14. coupons&lt;br /&gt;15. dads who will take time out of schedule to coach my son's football team&lt;br /&gt;16. warm fall days&lt;br /&gt;17. gas heat&lt;br /&gt;18. central air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;19. online bill pay- i haven't purchased a stamp in months, maybe years.&lt;br /&gt;20. level pay power bills- it helps make budgeting much easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1688825445695009510?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1688825445695009510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1688825445695009510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1688825445695009510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1688825445695009510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-3.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 3'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1203430568583129031</id><published>2009-10-24T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:05:58.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude Day 2</title><content type='html'>1. Washing machine&lt;br /&gt;2. dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;3. dryer&lt;br /&gt;4. vacuum&lt;br /&gt;5. running water&lt;br /&gt;6. a store within .5 miles of my house&lt;br /&gt;7. crockpot&lt;br /&gt;8. internet- to look up recipes for my crockpot&lt;br /&gt;9. sundays-a day to rest and recharge spiritually&lt;br /&gt;10. lysol disinfectant wipes&lt;br /&gt;11. costco coupons&lt;br /&gt;12. marykay eye make up remover-it's so gentle&lt;br /&gt;13. working oven&lt;br /&gt;14. cream that alieviates nasty eczema&lt;br /&gt;15. markers that wash off walls with water&lt;br /&gt;16. crayons-so we don't have to use markers&lt;br /&gt;17. falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;18. a broken tv-it's forcing us to think outside of the box.&lt;br /&gt;19. saturday-a day to clean and get ready for sunday&lt;br /&gt;20. my 5 year old who loves school-it's not a hassle to get her to go at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1203430568583129031?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1203430568583129031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1203430568583129031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1203430568583129031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1203430568583129031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude-day-2.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude Day 2'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7501290962136577957</id><published>2009-10-23T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:12:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attitude of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SuG_ZCKo86I/AAAAAAAABAU/km5c0DMbnMQ/s1600-h/witchy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 91px; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395804265365697442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SuG_ZCKo86I/AAAAAAAABAU/km5c0DMbnMQ/s320/witchy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been in a witchy mood of late. Feeling sorry myself and murmuring about not having enough (see there is that Laman and Lemuel complex again). So today begins my journey of gratitude. I will follow the advice suggested in a favorite hymn......"So a-mid the conflict, whether great or small. Do not be discouraged God is over all.....count your many blessings, name them one by one. Count your many blessings see what God has done". Every day I will post 20 things I can be grateful for. Join me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Bisquick mix-with a few substitutions Trey can eat pancakes with the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. eyes to see the vibrant colors of fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sister Tanner who shares her parenting wisdom with us each week, for 10 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. a car that works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. my scriptures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. a healthy family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. a healthy extended family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. a sister who is my best buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. people who recycle-they give my husband something to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. quinn's patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. the Savior's atonement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Bob and Corinne- our neighbors-they are amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. the internet-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. good doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. freedom to practice religion of my choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. my husband's job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. close proximity of a gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. prayer-knowing that mine are heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. good books &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. washing machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7501290962136577957?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7501290962136577957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7501290962136577957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7501290962136577957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7501290962136577957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='An Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SuG_ZCKo86I/AAAAAAAABAU/km5c0DMbnMQ/s72-c/witchy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8296322911337372677</id><published>2009-10-21T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:14:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Trey</title><content type='html'>Trey turned 3 on Saturday. I can't believe our baby is growing up. This little guy is quite the character. He is a joy to our family and his smile can light up a room. He just loves life! His favorite things include:&lt;br /&gt;1. motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;2. chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;3. camping-or any activity to get dirty&lt;br /&gt;4. swimming&lt;br /&gt;5. his brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;6. his dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8yAm6NnQI/AAAAAAAABAM/0hoeKoL6gZ8/s1600-h/summer2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085864639241474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8yAm6NnQI/AAAAAAAABAM/0hoeKoL6gZ8/s320/summer2009+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8yALPggSI/AAAAAAAABAE/-vSC-tYwT54/s1600-h/summer2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085857212367138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8yALPggSI/AAAAAAAABAE/-vSC-tYwT54/s320/summer2009+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x_ptsbuI/AAAAAAAAA_8/J5CNM1u1dRY/s1600-h/summer2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085848212172514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x_ptsbuI/AAAAAAAAA_8/J5CNM1u1dRY/s320/summer2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x_APDcxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZGHLQcWkX30/s1600-h/Trey+2006+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085837077803794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x_APDcxI/AAAAAAAAA_0/ZGHLQcWkX30/s320/Trey+2006+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x-p7DpGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Et1Xwj9J8MU/s1600-h/Ami%27s+family+December+2006+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395085831088350306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8x-p7DpGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Et1Xwj9J8MU/s320/Ami%27s+family+December+2006+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8296322911337372677?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8296322911337372677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8296322911337372677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8296322911337372677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8296322911337372677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-trey.html' title='Ode to Trey'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/St8yAm6NnQI/AAAAAAAABAM/0hoeKoL6gZ8/s72-c/summer2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5704619256463915064</id><published>2009-10-14T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:08:12.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nephi vs. Laman &amp; Lemuel</title><content type='html'>Today-I rushed through my morning scripture reading, not giving the verses any real thought until this very minute, 10:11 p.m. I am in 1 Nephi 16.  You know how you can read the same material over and over and over again yet each time, what you read, can take on a whole new meaning? I have read these verses hundreds of times (specifically because they are found in the front of the book. I guarantee I haven't read Moroni as many times as I have read 1 Nephi). BUT today I was taught something new and I pray that I will be able to fully absorb this tender mercy of the Lord. Here's what I learned for ME today.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Nephi and his family STRUGGLED in the wilderness. Life was HARD. Trials were plentiful. EVEN Nephi, who obeyed the Lord faithfully, almost lost his life, went hungry, experienced death of a loved one and was required to tolerate his family member's continous short comings (all in Chapter 16).&lt;br /&gt;2. Decisions made, by Nephi's family, were based on divine guidance and instruction. HOWEVER all of Nephi's family, at one time, question their choices and fall into the trap of murmuring.&lt;br /&gt;Hum how does this apply to MY life?&lt;br /&gt;Posterity-here is what I want you to know- I have made major personal decisions that have been divinely inspired. These decisions have been reaffirmed more than once and yet when things aren't happening the way I think they should OR when the struggling seems to much OR when my eyes are focused on the big and spacious building- I resort to murmuring exceedingly and questioning my choices. Now who does that sound like? ( L &amp;amp; L).  I pray for the strength to be more like Nephi, to have increased faith and trust in the Lord, to be more willing to follow the commandments and to endure my trials with a happier heart.  I love the Book of Mormon and the truths that are found in this book. Posterity- if you haven't read this book- READ IT! It will change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I wonder if the children, who dwelt in the wilderness, went to bed when they were told? It is now 11:07 p.m. and Trey is still awake- not murmuring just observing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5704619256463915064?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5704619256463915064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5704619256463915064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5704619256463915064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5704619256463915064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/nephi-vs-laman-lemuel.html' title='Nephi vs. Laman &amp; Lemuel'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3421211555859033700</id><published>2009-10-08T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:00:05.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three sick kids + one sick husband=priceless quotes</title><content type='html'>All three kids are sick-coughing, fever, headaches and a small microscopic amount of throw-up (we have Quincy to thank for this-she coughed so hard she kinda, sorda threw up a teeny tiny bit in the toilet, but in her mind she "THREW-UP"). To top it all off Quinn came home sick as well. Phew- i have my hands full-no gym for me this week.  In their delirous fevered state two of these sickos have mumbled some really funny one-liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quincy:" Lucky Reece, Lucky Trey-they get to be sick and not throw up". -this is so comical because again I don't think you can really constitute what she did as throwing up- but nonetheless she is convinced she has it the worst!&lt;br /&gt;Quinn: (while i'm on the phone with Amber) "tell amber to have Brent (her husband) come over and give me a massage". What???? How much cough syrup and nyquil did you swallow there buddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-3421211555859033700?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3421211555859033700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3421211555859033700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3421211555859033700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3421211555859033700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/three-sick-kids-one-sick.html' title='Three sick kids + one sick husband=priceless quotes'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1066159484803168952</id><published>2009-10-01T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:54:51.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, now that's funny.</title><content type='html'>I overheard the funniest conversation between a mother and her daughter, while standing in line at McDonalds. Let me just preface with I have fed my kids mickey d's in the past and will feed them mickey d's in the future- but i'm no fool. I know the hamburgers contain no measurable amount of beef and I would never think for a second that the chicken nuggets actually contain chicken. &lt;br /&gt;Mom to daughter: what would you like to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: plain cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;Mom: honey you had that last night. instead of beef i would really like you to have chicken tonight. why don't you get the chicken nuggets?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: oh fine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i just found this so humorous. Wouldn't it have been more accurate for the mom to say......"honey to you want crap wrapped in paper or packaged in a box tonight"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I was standing in line for ice-water. i was at the boise airport and this was the most economical option. i just didn't feel like paying $2.00 for bottled water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-1066159484803168952?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1066159484803168952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1066159484803168952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1066159484803168952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1066159484803168952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-now-thats-funny.html' title='oh, now that&apos;s funny.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4369769348770922614</id><published>2009-09-25T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:20:57.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry mom but you won't be getting any grandkids from me.</title><content type='html'>What? no grandchildren! that statement might alarm some BUT I welcomed the words as they tumbled out of my 10 year old's mouth. We had just finished an impromptu "birds and the bees" discussion and his conclusion..... SEX IS GROSS!!!!.  Quinn had talked to Reece about "this stuff" prior but apparently Reece had a few clarifying questions. At first I panicked. I almost suggested we google it but then i remembered(or the spirit impressed upon my mind) some advice, given by a respected expert, on the matter.  "Just give them the facts when it comes it to sex". With my anatomically correct terms in tow I had me a bonding moment with my son right out on the front lawn.  At the conclusion of our "talk" Reece hesitently inquired, " so you and dad have done this"? I answered in the affirmative, reminding him of the 3 children in our family. He then remarked confidently, " oh so you have done it 3 times". The poor kid had already been through so much I thought it would be OK to let him believe that 3 was our magic number.  He'll figure it out in time, hopefully after he has returned from a mission, graduated from college and married in the temple. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4369769348770922614?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4369769348770922614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4369769348770922614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4369769348770922614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4369769348770922614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-mom-but-you-wont-be-getting-any.html' title='Sorry mom but you won&apos;t be getting any grandkids from me.'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8124242282985345570</id><published>2009-09-21T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:07:21.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>Just a few one liners that must be recorded and possibly used in the future as ammunition.&lt;br /&gt;-Quincy, as she gazes up at me lovingly, " mom i just can't stop loving you"! - see I will have to pull that one out when she is 15 and I won't let her go to the homecoming dance.&lt;br /&gt;-Reece- " I wish I was a NFL coach-they are so lucky to have the gatorade dumped on them at the end of the game if they win". -a reminder to me that he is ONLY 10 and still does see the world through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Trey- oh the potentially incriminating one liners that escape this child's lips are priceless. He is a character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8124242282985345570?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8124242282985345570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8124242282985345570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8124242282985345570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8124242282985345570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/09/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5747543389775671507</id><published>2009-08-28T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:42:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what did you just say?</title><content type='html'>Reece, upon entering the car after school,  " i need to repent when i get home. i accidentally said the "F" word when I was tackled during  football."&lt;br /&gt;Today- I had my whitts about me (aka the companionship of the Holy Ghost). I knew there was no need to lecture him- he already knew the word he used was wrong and unacceptable.  What i wanted to focus on more was the fact that his testimony of the atonement was taking root. He knew that he made a mistake and he also knew that he could repent of that mistake and make it right. I was honored that he was willing to expose his imperfections and share that story with me. I think that moment will go down in my books as a great one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-5747543389775671507?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5747543389775671507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5747543389775671507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5747543389775671507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5747543389775671507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-did-you-just-say.html' title='what did you just say?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-145061812668287250</id><published>2009-08-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:56:32.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquiring minds want to know...</title><content type='html'>I forgot just how absorbent a 2, almost 3, year old mind could be. My days have been filled with conversations that go like this....&lt;br /&gt;Trey- "mom is that worm dead"?&lt;br /&gt;me-"yes"&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"why"&lt;br /&gt;me-"because the sun dried it all out"&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"why"&lt;br /&gt;Me-"look at those pretty flowers".&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"why are they pretty? who made those flowers? why did they make those flowers".&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"where is your peanut"? (aka penis)&lt;br /&gt;Me-"i don't have a peanut. remember boys have peanuts"&lt;br /&gt;Trey "why"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "go find quincy and ask her".&lt;br /&gt;Trey- "why?"&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"mom where are you going"?&lt;br /&gt;me-" to the bathroom"&lt;br /&gt;Trey "why"&lt;br /&gt;Me-" Seriously Trey go find Quincy"!&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"where is dad"?&lt;br /&gt;me- "he's at work"&lt;br /&gt;Trey-"why"&lt;br /&gt;me-"i don't know. go find Quincy and she can help you call him and you can ask him"!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!!!! Please note these are not seperate conversations brought together for this post. This is a sample of one conversation that Trey and I had over the span of 10 minutes which seemed to me like an HOUR!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-145061812668287250?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/145061812668287250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=145061812668287250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/145061812668287250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/145061812668287250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='Inquiring minds want to know...'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3293344312272500067</id><published>2009-08-12T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:45:12.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back.....</title><content type='html'>Haircuts, going to bed @8:30 p.m., getting up @7:00 a.m. to read scriptures, fighting over what to eat for breakfast, wondering where all the clean clothes went, convincing everyone we must leave NOW or we'll be late! That's right school is in session. This year is especially exciting because Quincy started Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr1sLlH-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/EleZpK0E7NU/s1600-h/summer2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369253750892732386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr1sLlH-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/EleZpK0E7NU/s320/summer2009+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reece and Quincy the night of "meet the teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr3GQ82cI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-_ycyON_Aok/s1600-h/summer2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369253775074449858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr3GQ82cI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-_ycyON_Aok/s320/summer2009+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quincy standing in line to go into her first day. That's her teacher waiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr2Fw4dWI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WqAW4iduAAc/s1600-h/summer2009+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369253757760075106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr2Fw4dWI/AAAAAAAAA-0/WqAW4iduAAc/s320/summer2009+134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey isn't sure he is ready for Quincy to go. He handled it pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr3q3HsYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rlmKXgGSC3g/s1600-h/summer2009+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369253784898220418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr3q3HsYI/AAAAAAAAA_E/rlmKXgGSC3g/s320/summer2009+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quincy already hard at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dropping Quincy off I poked my head into Reece's classroom window to give a waive. His teacher came out to see who all the kids were staring at. I apologized for the interruption and explained my presence. She laughed ( i think parents can get away with this behavior on the FIRST day of school)- Reece later told me that some of the kids asked him if the woman at the window was his mother to which he promptly replied he had no idea who I was. He redeemed himself later though because Quincy told me that when he saw her at recess he came over and gave her a hug. At least he's not denying the whole family- yet.&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/5749033671239855314-3293344312272500067?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3293344312272500067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3293344312272500067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3293344312272500067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3293344312272500067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back.....'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNr1sLlH-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/EleZpK0E7NU/s72-c/summer2009+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2385968477503003171</id><published>2009-08-12T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:21:53.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildhorse 2009</title><content type='html'>The Peterson's have been camping in the same place, every third week in July or 1st week in August for about 35 years. Wildhorse, in the Challis national forest, is where it's at for this family. I myself have been a part of this tradition for almost 16 years and I have learned a few helpful tidbits over time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My limit is 3 days- without showers and outhouses for toilets I can't take much more-no matter how much fun i think i'm having. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Never hike with Suanne unless following the trail. I have hiked for the last 4 years with this mountain goat and staying on the designated trail is definately the way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My kids will get dirtier than I ever imagined BUT they will have more fun than they ever imagined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Bring lots and lots of gas- my kids will ride 4-wheelers and motorcycles all day and never tire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Freezer meals work awesome for camp meals. So much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Always bring extra bug spray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Don't bother bringing a book- it's never going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Relax and ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjTn3o_YI/AAAAAAAAA98/kfdAV-CvTvg/s1600-h/summer2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244369526783362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjTn3o_YI/AAAAAAAAA98/kfdAV-CvTvg/s320/summer2009+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reece, Shevy and Tristen (his cousins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjTP-ggFI/AAAAAAAAA90/bTvl2b_spyY/s1600-h/summer2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244363113136210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjTP-ggFI/AAAAAAAAA90/bTvl2b_spyY/s320/summer2009+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey and I on Cooper's bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnpM2fqgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/5lkrrEqa4_g/s1600-h/summer2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249138277853698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnpM2fqgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/5lkrrEqa4_g/s320/summer2009+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey and Cooper- Trey can't contain his excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnmgD2xcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jFT7WNz-yko/s1600-h/summer2009+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249091894560194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnmgD2xcI/AAAAAAAAA-E/jFT7WNz-yko/s320/summer2009+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destry standing on top of one of the mountains they rode to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnoZRycuI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-ASo5Ai_wak/s1600-h/summer2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249124433687266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnoZRycuI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-ASo5Ai_wak/s320/summer2009+054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids stayed by Quinn's side most of the time. Why? Because he is the fun parent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnnk_nFFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_6RdcjfdN5o/s1600-h/summer2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369249110398800978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNnnk_nFFI/AAAAAAAAA-U/_6RdcjfdN5o/s320/summer2009+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to ride? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjSr59csI/AAAAAAAAA9s/1GnzkJBxTUI/s1600-h/summer2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244353430385346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjSr59csI/AAAAAAAAA9s/1GnzkJBxTUI/s320/summer2009+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey, Quincy and mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjSMaBy-I/AAAAAAAAA9k/q1ikAc42VSk/s1600-h/summer2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244344974953442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjSMaBy-I/AAAAAAAAA9k/q1ikAc42VSk/s320/summer2009+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Quincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjRa4o-fI/AAAAAAAAA9c/w6WCR7wcTwI/s1600-h/summer2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369244331681577458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjRa4o-fI/AAAAAAAAA9c/w6WCR7wcTwI/s320/summer2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey insisted on roasting his own hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;Camping is not my favorite activity. It costs a lot of money, takes a lot of work and it's dirty. However I can't deny the memories that my family has made over the years and I can wait for the many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2385968477503003171?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2385968477503003171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2385968477503003171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2385968477503003171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2385968477503003171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/wildhorse-2009.html' title='Wildhorse 2009'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SoNjTn3o_YI/AAAAAAAAA98/kfdAV-CvTvg/s72-c/summer2009+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7932685553076608613</id><published>2009-08-10T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T07:32:27.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposition in all things</title><content type='html'>Well our summer is officially over in three days. Reece enters 5th grade and Quincy starts kindergarten.  It's comforting to know that their classrooms are actually right next to each other. Kindergarteners and 5th graders share a hall- who knew that 5 year age gap would come in so handy. Trey will be one sad little toddler losing his playmate, go to gal, story telling BFF for 3 hours of the day. He may just cry more than me. Which leads me to some stuff that has been on my mind.....as i was taking mental note of how messy my bathroom was the thought popped into mind- how could i ever appreciate a clean bathroom, bedroom, laundry room, kitchen,etc. if it never got messy. I even gain a greater appreciation for a clean body after each camping excursion. so maybe just maybe i shouldn't get so anxious and grumpy when things aren't exactly how i think they should be. I have to experience that ache in my heart and the fear that takes hold as I send my children out into the world to fully appreciate the joy and peace that accompanies them back into the safety of our home. I look forward to what the school year holds for my children and our family. My mind is in a tither right now. i wish i was more talented with translating my thoughts into words.  One thing i do know for sure is that the gospel is true. Jesus is the Christ and Heavenly Father has a plan for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7932685553076608613?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7932685553076608613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7932685553076608613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7932685553076608613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7932685553076608613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/opposition-in-all-things.html' title='Opposition in all things'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1894804499300686193</id><published>2009-08-01T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:21:09.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude, that was totally awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbrMB5RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qtgP7AheYls/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365215897252390162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbrMB5RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qtgP7AheYls/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza time during games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbbv_66I/AAAAAAAAA9M/_ltYz1JVmrM/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365215893108288418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbbv_66I/AAAAAAAAA9M/_ltYz1JVmrM/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really look old enough to have a 10 year old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbB3QAvI/AAAAAAAAA9E/6XvZBQMPUIE/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365215886159381234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbB3QAvI/AAAAAAAAA9E/6XvZBQMPUIE/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ready to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTahAt-LI/AAAAAAAAA88/tiKZpMAdTj4/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365215877340723378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTahAt-LI/AAAAAAAAA88/tiKZpMAdTj4/s320/IMG_1569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaky sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTaH6YW9I/AAAAAAAAA80/ci7Cbb16otM/s1600-h/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365215870603254738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTaH6YW9I/AAAAAAAAA80/ci7Cbb16otM/s320/IMG_1563.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reece turns 10 on Monday. Unbelievable. Tonight, as parents we achieved major success by throwing Reece the coolest birthday party EVER- oh ya we don't usually let our kids have parties but Quinn said this year should be an exception. so......our kind and generous friends, Jeremy and Lael Haile, cut us a smokin' deal at their paintball field. I realized the party was "all that" when the most common phrase overheard amongst the 10 year olds was, "Dude, that was totally awesome"!&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/5749033671239855314-1894804499300686193?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1894804499300686193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1894804499300686193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1894804499300686193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1894804499300686193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/08/dude-that-was-totally-awesome.html' title='Dude, that was totally awesome!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SnUTbrMB5RI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qtgP7AheYls/s72-c/IMG_1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-6308534104043907750</id><published>2009-07-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:52:17.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory making  madness part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9j6t3fRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/RN1SPJEkxjY/s1600-h/blackfoot720+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362517837325237522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9j6t3fRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/RN1SPJEkxjY/s320/blackfoot720+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9jl1avhI/AAAAAAAAA8k/zREe_pxPVWQ/s1600-h/blackfoot720+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362517831719763474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9jl1avhI/AAAAAAAAA8k/zREe_pxPVWQ/s320/blackfoot720+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey loves to help Grandma Peterson water her beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362517828046007922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9jYJhrnI/AAAAAAAAA8c/lNdkerJCMtg/s320/blackfoot720+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9i7Dl-YI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_w2y6pW8N9w/s1600-h/blackfoot720+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362517820236495234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9i7Dl-YI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_w2y6pW8N9w/s320/blackfoot720+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Grandma and Grandpa Peterson's would not be complete without lots of motorcycle riding and at least one bon fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9ivn6M1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/MNhLGJwBiDM/s1600-h/blackfoot720+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362517817167590226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9ivn6M1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/MNhLGJwBiDM/s320/blackfoot720+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn and his highschool mates celebrating their 20th reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-6308534104043907750?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/6308534104043907750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=6308534104043907750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6308534104043907750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/6308534104043907750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/07/memory-making-madness-part-ii.html' title='Memory making  madness part II'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Smt9j6t3fRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/RN1SPJEkxjY/s72-c/blackfoot720+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5747175183810576542</id><published>2009-07-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:50:21.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory making madness Part I</title><content type='html'>It all started midnight, Sunday, June 29th with the arrival of Shaun, Darcy and three blonde haired, blue eyed beau's. Of course if I was more proficient at picture journaling I would have a picture of the family that kicked off our adventure but alas I'm not perfect. My family and Darcy's family enjoyed 4 days together prior to the arrival of everyone else. We went to Settler's Park, Roaring Springs and Boise Towne Square. Thursday, Grandpa, Grandma, Koda and Bryar graced us and livened up the joint. Forts were erected, rock band was rocked, toy bins were dumped, ibuprofen was popped and fun was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9ClzCswI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ip3v_601ySo/s1600-h/summer+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546939937141506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9ClzCswI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ip3v_601ySo/s320/summer+2009+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 4th of july at the water park- 11:00 a.m.-8:00 p.m. The kids closed the place down. Of course i forgot my camera so not many pics. Avery is enjoying the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9Cw-h0xI/AAAAAAAAA7s/F9u7Mm840I4/s1600-h/summer+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546942938108690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9Cw-h0xI/AAAAAAAAA7s/F9u7Mm840I4/s320/summer+2009+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin is sporting some cool goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9EOdUjpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/lXKrIwlvS30/s1600-h/summer+2009+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546968031760018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9EOdUjpI/AAAAAAAAA8E/lXKrIwlvS30/s320/summer+2009+410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hot when Darcy's family was here we couldn't hit the dunes with them. One cool day presented the rest of us with the opportunity and boy did we have fun. This time I had my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9DZS3rbI/AAAAAAAAA70/ULoI5ZRE3uI/s1600-h/summer+2009+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546953760845234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9DZS3rbI/AAAAAAAAA70/ULoI5ZRE3uI/s320/summer+2009+246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryar and Quincy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9D7no1KI/AAAAAAAAA78/woEt4EtdBYQ/s1600-h/summer+2009+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546962974758050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9D7no1KI/AAAAAAAAA78/woEt4EtdBYQ/s320/summer+2009+392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery, Drew and Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SljoIIDpdMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JYEdDFyW4hw/s1600-h/summer+2009+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357286983056585922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SljoIIDpdMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/JYEdDFyW4hw/s320/summer+2009+195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The kiddos climbing one of the sand mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SljoHyfv3aI/AAAAAAAAA6c/gPI_aeY7Z7Q/s1600-h/summer+2009+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357286977268866466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SljoHyfv3aI/AAAAAAAAA6c/gPI_aeY7Z7Q/s320/summer+2009+269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how was i supposed to know i would get the car stuck if i tried to turn around in the sand? thank goodness for kind citizens with 4-wheel drive.&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/5749033671239855314-5747175183810576542?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5747175183810576542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5747175183810576542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5747175183810576542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5747175183810576542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/07/memory-making-madness-part-i.html' title='Memory making madness Part I'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SmR9ClzCswI/AAAAAAAAA7k/ip3v_601ySo/s72-c/summer+2009+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7745092916901246135</id><published>2009-06-27T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:00:58.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a mystery....</title><content type='html'>*Why do I wake up @6 a.m. even on the mornings when I can sleep in?&lt;br /&gt;*Why can I run and run for weeks and glimpse barely noticable results BUT simply take a 3 day running hiatus and feel like the pillsbury dough boy?&lt;br /&gt;*Why is it that strands of grey hair went unnoticed in my home mirror but screamed for my attention as I peered, in disbelief, at my reflection, in my temple dress, in the temple dressing room? (it just didn't seem proper to start plucking right then, but I had to- there were so many and they were screaming).&lt;br /&gt;*Why is it I can listen to BYU women's conference for hours, feel completely uplifted spiritually, resolve to do better-be better and then one trip to the mall leaves me feeling deflated, hopelessly out of style, and OLD!( i know, i know....."noone can make you feel inferior without your consent". - elenor roosevelt). but really why?&lt;br /&gt;*Why does time seem to pass more quickly when I am holding a, dear friend's, sleeping, 5 day old little boy?&lt;br /&gt;*Why does the thought of turning 40 make me so anxious and keep me awake at night? what am I really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of life's mysteries that have occupied my mind lately. I think I might have too much time on my hands. Hum, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7745092916901246135?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7745092916901246135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7745092916901246135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7745092916901246135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7745092916901246135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-mystery.html' title='it&apos;s a mystery....'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4662319832215700418</id><published>2009-06-17T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:40:28.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhhhhh.......</title><content type='html'>Sunday Quinn was hanging out up on the stand because he had to give a talk. The kids and I arrived slightly tardy, thus being banished to the chairs in the overflow. After the sacrament Trey was sitting on the floor, in front of my chair.  As I leaned forward to hand him something-he immediately grabbed the front of my shirt, attempting to pull it down, inquiring loudly why my "bum bum was up there".  apparently "the girls", when bent over at a 2 year old's eye level resemble a bum bum.  the worst part is........he's right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-4662319832215700418?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4662319832215700418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4662319832215700418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4662319832215700418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4662319832215700418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/06/shhhhhhhhh.html' title='Shhhhhhhhh.......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7914850778653261398</id><published>2009-06-06T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:56:57.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode "2" Trey</title><content type='html'>Trey is.........&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half- enough said.&lt;br /&gt;BUT just for the record he's also......&lt;br /&gt;energetic. independent. creative. smart. vocal. impressionable. empathetic. patient at times. demanding at times. outgoing. inviting. adventureous. curious. &lt;br /&gt;this little guy loves life and he reminds me to lighten up once in a while. he also makes me very tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3LDUptPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XxMlSgEUgU0/s1600-h/trey+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344426045815239922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3LDUptPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XxMlSgEUgU0/s320/trey+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His $.25 purchase at today's yard sale outing. Guess what he's hauling? A booger. Guess where he's hauling his precious freight? To Grandma's house because, and I quote, " she wants to eat it for dinner, mom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3K05JXJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7OZSy1K6AY4/s1600-h/trey+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344426041941777554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3K05JXJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7OZSy1K6AY4/s320/trey+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey exerting his independence and applying the sunscreen himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3KjtSDnI/AAAAAAAAA58/AATSha-X7xk/s1600-h/trey+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344426037328612978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3KjtSDnI/AAAAAAAAA58/AATSha-X7xk/s320/trey+2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha eating Trey? "Oatmeal and it was too hot so I poured my apple juice in it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3Kdonu_I/AAAAAAAAA50/lo0YQO7tdMQ/s1600-h/trey+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344426035698449394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3Kdonu_I/AAAAAAAAA50/lo0YQO7tdMQ/s320/trey+2007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha wearing Trey? "my motorcycle helmet so I can go catch the bad guys". If it looks like the helmet weighs more than he does that's because it does. We LOVE you Trey.&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/5749033671239855314-7914850778653261398?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7914850778653261398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7914850778653261398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7914850778653261398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7914850778653261398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/06/ode-2-trey.html' title='Ode &quot;2&quot; Trey'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sis3LDUptPI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XxMlSgEUgU0/s72-c/trey+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7323761758117761133</id><published>2009-05-28T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:22:17.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good ol' days....</title><content type='html'>Remember the good ol' days when it was actually cute to wear the same outfit as your BFF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sh7yMDYKsPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NM4Ct6jyHRk/s1600-h/birthday35+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340972496987009266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sh7yMDYKsPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NM4Ct6jyHRk/s320/birthday35+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh to be young again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7323761758117761133?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7323761758117761133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7323761758117761133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7323761758117761133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7323761758117761133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-ol-days.html' title='The good ol&apos; days....'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sh7yMDYKsPI/AAAAAAAAA5s/NM4Ct6jyHRk/s72-c/birthday35+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8476665805978827764</id><published>2009-05-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:54:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few of my favorite things.....</title><content type='html'>I saw this on another blog- what a great way to introduce myself to my posterity. here are  35 of my favorite things- i wonder how many will be on the list a year from now.&lt;br /&gt;1. Early morning long runs with a friend- thanks allison, you're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;2. a freshly manicured lawn.&lt;br /&gt;3. the sound of my children laughing and playing with one another.&lt;br /&gt;4. my husband- most of the time :)&lt;br /&gt;5. listening to a return missionary talk in sacrament- they are so full of the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;6. talking to my sister-even when she gets mad at me for selling her out to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;7. a good book&lt;br /&gt;8. discussing a good book with friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. finding a really good deal&lt;br /&gt;10. snuggling with trey&lt;br /&gt;11. snuggling with quincy&lt;br /&gt;12. bike riding with reece- he refuses to snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;13. blogging&lt;br /&gt;14. reading my scriptures&lt;br /&gt;15. attending the temple&lt;br /&gt;16. a made bed&lt;br /&gt;17. a vaccuumed floor&lt;br /&gt;18. peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's&lt;br /&gt;19. sonic's 1/2 price fountain diet coke with fresh limes.&lt;br /&gt;20. intellectual stimulating discussions&lt;br /&gt;21. costa vida pulled pork salad&lt;br /&gt;22. the ocean&lt;br /&gt;23. disneyland&lt;br /&gt;24. pondering glenn beck&lt;br /&gt;25. pondering bill o'reilly&lt;br /&gt;26. discovering new people&lt;br /&gt;27. visiting my parents&lt;br /&gt;28. selina's house- it's always so clean. i can just lay on the floor and forget about my troubles-&lt;br /&gt;29. bob and corrine's yard- it's immaculate and the flowers are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;30. overland park cinemas- you can see a great movie for a great deal $4.00 (includes snacks)&lt;br /&gt;31. playing cards with jared and kellie when ALL the kids are asleep&lt;br /&gt;32. our garden- this is a new one because it's the first year we have planted one.&lt;br /&gt;33. the gym- i know it's weird but the gym is really one of my favorite places&lt;br /&gt;34. dreyer's loaded cookies and cream ice cream&lt;br /&gt;35. e-mail chats with Torrie- I'm so glad she married my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8476665805978827764?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8476665805978827764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8476665805978827764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8476665805978827764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8476665805978827764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='a few of my favorite things.....'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-3714253134675035145</id><published>2009-05-21T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:31:49.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherrylane ward according to ME</title><content type='html'>35 aint bad so far. It's only been 16 hours and 4 minutes but hey who's counting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShXroQZjffI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Cz1YCGt0WFY/s1600-h/oreo+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 126px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338432010147036658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShXroQZjffI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Cz1YCGt0WFY/s320/oreo+cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few things that have taken up space in my mind over the last few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Turning 35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The dynamics of my ward- it's a great ward that we have been part of for almost 8 years. When we first moved in we were considered one of the "younger families". I distinctly remember upon our arrival seeking out other "young couples" to bond with and steering clear, ever so Christlike, of the "older" folks- you know the ones 35 and older. After all what could I possibly have in common with that crowd. In my delusional mind I still think young is where i'm at  BUT I have noticed  that the "younger" people migrating to the ward are steering clear of me, ever so gently. I am slowly coming to the realization that these "younger couples" view ME as part of the OLDER crowd-it's DEJAVU! Thus, the analogy of the oreo cookie was born. Cherrylane ward is like an oreo cookie.......you've got the "younger folks" (20-33)acting as one side of the cookie then you have  the "older folks"(55+) acting as the other side of the cookie AND then you've got me and my peeps- the white filling or stuff in the middle. Of course everyone knows the BEST part of an oreo cookie is the filling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of a fellow "white filling" we are throwing a white filling party 2nite! Everyone who comes has to bring a food item containing white filling. Should be FUN!&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/5749033671239855314-3714253134675035145?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/3714253134675035145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=3714253134675035145' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3714253134675035145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/3714253134675035145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/cherrylane-ward-according-to-me.html' title='Cherrylane ward according to ME'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShXroQZjffI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Cz1YCGt0WFY/s72-c/oreo+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-4024956786712553555</id><published>2009-05-20T19:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:40:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Eve</title><content type='html'>As documented I am turning the big 3.5.tomorrow. Denial is the chosen coping tactic. In celebration of my last day as 34 years young- I spent some time outside with the kiddos. Kids will keep you young right? OR do they cause you so much stress that your hair turns grey and wrinkles pop out, around the eye area, due to lack of sleep? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wLb6zqI/AAAAAAAAA48/dd1o7uEScAs/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338098994230513314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wLb6zqI/AAAAAAAAA48/dd1o7uEScAs/s320/IMG_1369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey Quincy whatcha got in your basket? Flowers, candy, rocks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wzqO2cI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bBHlO9IiXeY/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099005027965378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wzqO2cI/AAAAAAAAA5M/bBHlO9IiXeY/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh this is what everyone wanted to see.....a hideous, horribly ugly frog? toad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wnGG_sI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4HJfiwg1jPs/s1600-h/IMG_1350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099001655230146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wnGG_sI/AAAAAAAAA5E/4HJfiwg1jPs/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey was having the time of his life yesterday on the tramp. This little boy loves to bounce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8xJvOI0I/AAAAAAAAA5U/PVerf1Kpgg0/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338099010954470210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8xJvOI0I/AAAAAAAAA5U/PVerf1Kpgg0/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reece looking like the cool, almost 10 year old, that he is!&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/5749033671239855314-4024956786712553555?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/4024956786712553555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=4024956786712553555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4024956786712553555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/4024956786712553555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-eve.html' title='Birthday Eve'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShS8wLb6zqI/AAAAAAAAA48/dd1o7uEScAs/s72-c/IMG_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-2749635079528067281</id><published>2009-05-19T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:00:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it won't be so bad......</title><content type='html'>Thursday I turn 35. I'm NOT looking forward to it. I'm not sure why this particular birthday is causing me so much angst and I'm in no mood to psychoanalyze (UGH what's happening to me? I'm always up for a good self analysis). Inspite of my grumpiness and my determination to have a horrible 35th birthday it did start off well with my first gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShNHaYOVlzI/AAAAAAAAA40/-otz0XpLyRw/s1600-h/birthday35+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337688501868926770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShNHaYOVlzI/AAAAAAAAA40/-otz0XpLyRw/s320/birthday35+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks sis for a very cute watch. I love it and have received many compliments. If I can keep people focused on my wrist they won't notice all my facial wrinkles. HEE HEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-2749635079528067281?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/2749635079528067281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=2749635079528067281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2749635079528067281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/2749635079528067281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/maybe-it-wont-be-so-bad.html' title='Maybe it won&apos;t be so bad......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/ShNHaYOVlzI/AAAAAAAAA40/-otz0XpLyRw/s72-c/birthday35+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-264539572619276116</id><published>2009-05-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:16:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i.did.it!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It all started @6:00 a.m.- I got up. I got dressed. I drove down to 9th and Royal. I got on a bus full of runners and questioned my sanity. I was dropped off at the start line. I waited in the longest line to go to the bathroom. I found a familiar face, Jenni, and before I knew it the gun fired. I ran. I ran and I ran and I ran. I ran the whole race, which was my goal. My time- 2:13:10. Translation= 10 minute 15 second miles. That's the time to beat, for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sg85jtLYiHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/OdPMCADzyBg/s1600-h/IMG_1334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336547369042872434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sg85jtLYiHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/OdPMCADzyBg/s320/IMG_1334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running across the bridge and saw two wonderful sights, #1 my family and #2 the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sg85joTUBrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3A4Cv3YOm-k/s1600-h/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336547367733954226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sg85joTUBrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3A4Cv3YOm-k/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all the excitement I forgot to pick up my medal so hopefully I can get it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-264539572619276116?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/264539572619276116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=264539572619276116' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/264539572619276116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/264539572619276116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/ididit.html' title='i.did.it!!!!!'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sg85jtLYiHI/AAAAAAAAA4k/OdPMCADzyBg/s72-c/IMG_1334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8463889969301279232</id><published>2009-05-13T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:36:26.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the joy.......</title><content type='html'>Part 1: One of my many struggles is finding the joy in everyday simple things. I seem to be constantly overwhelmed by the demands placed on me by me.  I don't find joy in much when my house is a mess or when laundry is piled to the countertops, or when dishes overtake my kitchen sink, or when my checkbook doesn't balance or when my 2 1/2 year old decides to assert his independence at the most inconvienient time, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Part 2:  The quote from Runner's world online. " We are what we repeatedly do", really struck a chord with me today. If I allow myself to be overwhelmed regularly and that robs me from finding the joy in life what kind of person does that make me? An overwhelmed joyless person???? YUK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Last weekend I had a horrible run. It was my last 10 mile training run before my half marathon. I kept waiting for the next mile to get better and it never did. Self doubt started creeping in.....was I ready for the 1/2? did I train hard enough? could I really do this? I finished my run and wasted the day being grouchy with anyone who crossed my path.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: I will be someone who loves life inspite of the everyday stuff.  I will be someone who trains and completes my goal of running a 1/2 marathon.  I will be someone who pushes through the wall when each mile (life) seems unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days until the big event........until then...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8463889969301279232?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8463889969301279232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8463889969301279232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8463889969301279232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8463889969301279232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/finding-joy.html' title='Finding the joy.......'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8888877692491763842</id><published>2009-05-08T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:17:37.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tying up loose ends</title><content type='html'>That goodness it's Friday........ I stay at home and don't usually get hung up on which day of the week it is. I have the same amount of "stuff" to do no matter the day, except Sunday- I really love Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @ 8:40 a.m. this morning- panicked because at 8:40 we should be in the car, on our way to school and then to the gym. NOT today. Scrambled and managed to get Reece to school before the second bell. The gym didn't happen.  Had a wonderful day at the park without the camera.....go figure. Came home, put Trey to bed, fed Bella and Quincy and laid down- you know for a mom nap- your eyes are closed but your ears are tuned in to any and every sound. Bella and Quincy had a most charming discussion in the kitchen while making themselves a graham cracker and frosting treat. They had no idea I was listening in and their conversation really was precious. It went sorda like this.......&lt;br /&gt;Bella: We have Garfield on our TV at home.&lt;br /&gt;Quiny: Really Bella or are you just kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Really!&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Are you kidding or lying? or telling the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: Oh no I just dropped the frosting on the floor- yes my ears perked up at this comment.&lt;br /&gt;Bella: AWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: It's OK we can still eat it. (that's my girl- waste not want not)&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Where's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Quincy: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Quincy: Let's just go jump outside.&lt;br /&gt;-oh to be a child again.&lt;br /&gt;We also got a bunny last night. Why you ask? I have no idea- I hate animals! Quinn grew up on a farm and can't seem to grasp the concept that we live in a suburb. We'll see how long he, the bunny, not Quinn, lasts.  The kids named him "Hopper" and he is very people friendly.  No allergic reactions from Trey so that's a plus. He's a 4H bunny. I don't really know what that means but that's how he was advertised. His previous owners were moving and couldn't take him so "Hopper", his cage and some food were all free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6nMPcBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FpefYHdLupo/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333604369945292818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6nMPcBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FpefYHdLupo/s320/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through my camera pictures and forgot all about this one. I just had to share it. Reece, Maddy and Katie trying out an experiment with duct tape.  Just in case you're wondering the duct tape didn't hold Katie. AND miraculously no paint was ripped off my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE58BZmOI/AAAAAAAAA38/zomAv-8CO6o/s1600-h/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333604358357096674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE58BZmOI/AAAAAAAAA38/zomAv-8CO6o/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6nMPcBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FpefYHdLupo/s1600-h/IMG_1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6VrydDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/zTH-NboZ3FU/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6D4P8yI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ILK-oE-CTcg/s1600-h/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333604360466199330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6D4P8yI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ILK-oE-CTcg/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing......Tami- c'mon I am Darcy's sister. I like to think that I'm not as anal as her ( I love you, sis) but I do have similar standards! USE THE SPRAY PAINT! FLAT NOT SATIN- you will be so amazed at how easy it is  and good it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and another last thing......8 days until the race. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8888877692491763842?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8888877692491763842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8888877692491763842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8888877692491763842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8888877692491763842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/tying-up-loose-ends.html' title='Tying up loose ends'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SgTE6nMPcBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/FpefYHdLupo/s72-c/IMG_1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-8716638884264084606</id><published>2009-05-04T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:15:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days and counting</title><content type='html'>A pictureless blog post, sorry-&lt;br /&gt;I just officially registered for my 1/2 marathon. The money is paid and non refundable so there's no turning back now.&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies are beginning to stir but I am prepared and will not fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-8716638884264084606?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/8716638884264084606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=8716638884264084606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8716638884264084606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/8716638884264084606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-days-and-counting.html' title='12 days and counting'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-1840713230735775344</id><published>2009-04-25T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:20:59.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the shoe, right?</title><content type='html'>These are not my shoes. I did however purchase a pair of Nike's that the folks at Roadrunner assured me were the "right" shoes for my foot.  I completed 10 miles today and have 3 more weeks until the half marathon.  Two of my toes are covered in blisters, I'll spare you that picture, I wonder how many more blisters there would be if I had the "wrong" shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SfPCXpVPmAI/AAAAAAAAA30/KFkAdoDR1O8/s1600-h/nike+running+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328816495597164546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SfPCXpVPmAI/AAAAAAAAA30/KFkAdoDR1O8/s320/nike+running+shoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5749033671239855314-1840713230735775344?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/1840713230735775344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=1840713230735775344' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1840713230735775344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/1840713230735775344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-all-in-shoe-right.html' title='It&apos;s all in the shoe, right?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/SfPCXpVPmAI/AAAAAAAAA30/KFkAdoDR1O8/s72-c/nike+running+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-5037984340568144422</id><published>2009-04-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:45:08.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures from the last month........</title><content type='html'>The black dresser is a sample of my refurnishing abilities- Who knew spray paint could come in so handy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3Oxp8PvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YSti5h3k3PY/s1600-h/seattle+trip+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833923747757810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3Oxp8PvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YSti5h3k3PY/s320/seattle+trip+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of these pictures are a sample of all the fun we had in seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey5GltOZfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ltODNAaWfOg/s1600-h/seattle+trip+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326835982124606962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey5GltOZfI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ltODNAaWfOg/s320/seattle+trip+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OqoHHWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tHvUQdkCrCo/s1600-h/seattle+trip+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833921861033314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OqoHHWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/tHvUQdkCrCo/s320/seattle+trip+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OaiB3gI/AAAAAAAAA3E/2zo2VIh5lR8/s1600-h/seattle+trip+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833917540556290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OaiB3gI/AAAAAAAAA3E/2zo2VIh5lR8/s320/seattle+trip+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OGZKy7I/AAAAAAAAA28/XVoz6_EIg7A/s1600-h/seattle+trip+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326833912134683570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3OGZKy7I/AAAAAAAAA28/XVoz6_EIg7A/s320/seattle+trip+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MrZSKEI/AAAAAAAAA20/MhtrstxmtUI/s1600-h/seattle+trip+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832788195911746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MrZSKEI/AAAAAAAAA20/MhtrstxmtUI/s320/seattle+trip+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MeoM1RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qX6NxRKbc-8/s1600-h/seattle+trip+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832784768816402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MeoM1RI/AAAAAAAAA2k/qX6NxRKbc-8/s320/seattle+trip+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MPzEjmI/AAAAAAAAA2c/molWlxl5NsE/s1600-h/seattle+trip+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832780787879522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2MPzEjmI/AAAAAAAAA2c/molWlxl5NsE/s320/seattle+trip+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2L-lZoxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Ln4hBXTGiBk/s1600-h/seattle+trip+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326832776167138066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey2L-lZoxI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Ln4hBXTGiBk/s320/seattle+trip+006.jpg" /&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/5749033671239855314-5037984340568144422?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/5037984340568144422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=5037984340568144422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5037984340568144422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/5037984340568144422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-pictures-from-last-month.html' title='Random pictures from the last month........'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8QN71oY_TGM/Sey3Oxp8PvI/AAAAAAAAA3c/YSti5h3k3PY/s72-c/seattle+trip+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749033671239855314.post-7035172978334454162</id><published>2009-04-17T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:30:59.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>It's been almost one month since my last post- i had no idea i was lagging. So much has happened........&lt;br /&gt;1. we redecorated Quincy's room&lt;br /&gt;2. we spent a week in seattle&lt;br /&gt;3. i mentally dropped out of the 1/2 marathon, got back on board and dropped out again.....today is a good day- we'll see what tomorrow brings, after my long run. AND&lt;br /&gt;4. we planted our first ever square foot garden&lt;br /&gt;my memory card is bursting with pictures but i'm feeling overwhelmed with the idea of posting them. what's a blogging girl to do? my goal is to have them posted tomorrow-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749033671239855314-7035172978334454162?l=momofthree-ami.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/feeds/7035172978334454162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749033671239855314&amp;postID=7035172978334454162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7035172978334454162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749033671239855314/posts/default/7035172978334454162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momofthree-ami.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>ami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09385636892745083249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
