<?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-7587989514615462778</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:08:14.814-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='babies'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='karate'/><category term='photography'/><category term='retreats'/><category term='family'/><category term='writing'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Diapering'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Everyday Magic</title><subtitle type='html'>The trials, laughs, and magic that is my everyday life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-1352501150446022398</id><published>2010-05-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:47:57.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S_CdbtnWEWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Zko9AqwuSoQ/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472046646681801058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S_CdbtnWEWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Zko9AqwuSoQ/s400/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bye Bye...See you lator"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"HOT!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nooooo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ma Ma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Daddy!!!!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"More C-up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kitty Kat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryker what does the puppy say? "ruff ruff"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"all done"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Heyyyyyy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"shoes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Ryker's ever growning list of words spoken at 19 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-1352501150446022398?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1352501150446022398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=1352501150446022398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1352501150446022398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1352501150446022398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/05/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S_CdbtnWEWI/AAAAAAAAARY/Zko9AqwuSoQ/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-3570308738537166403</id><published>2010-05-10T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:18:21.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iwVlTqBwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hzeIKLnoo0c/s1600/177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469815632279766786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iwVlTqBwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hzeIKLnoo0c/s400/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iIsJ17WQI/AAAAAAAAARI/6CJ_Ednk1bM/s1600/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469772039579195650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iIsJ17WQI/AAAAAAAAARI/6CJ_Ednk1bM/s400/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eight year old son is most of the time your typical boy. He is full of wonder and loves to explore and climb up anything he passes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it is a rock, lamp post, or tree. He often complains about schoolwork, chores and picks on his little brothers. But I love the moments when you get a look into his heart, and this afternoon was one of those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the middle of his history lesson and he pauses and says, “Mom, do you know why I can’t wait to be a grown up?” “No son, why”, I said. I was waiting for him to say, you can stay up as late as you want, eat whatever you want, or buy whatever toy he would like to have. But no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; replies, “I can’t wait to be a Dad!” I asked him why he wants to be a Dad. He said that will be so awesome just to love his kids and play with them. He will make their food and feed them when their Mom is sick. His face was so full of joy talking about this. My heart melted. I love being a mother and I feel so blessed that the Lord has sent three boys to me, but life moves pretty fast and more often than not I am focused on clean faces, clean house and what is our next meal that I do not think about who they are. I am so proud of the person that Sebastian is becoming! He has a heart for the Lord at age eight and is very mindful of that. He loves people and is always concerned for making them happy (almost to a fault like his mother)&lt;br /&gt;He is always concerned for helping the underdog and thinking up ways to make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to rush him but I am excited to see the man that he becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iIZsv5n6I/AAAAAAAAARA/P1vQsD80lgo/s1600/248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469771722531643298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iIZsv5n6I/AAAAAAAAARA/P1vQsD80lgo/s400/248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sebastian! &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/7587989514615462778-3570308738537166403?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3570308738537166403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=3570308738537166403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3570308738537166403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3570308738537166403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sweet-son.html' title='My Sweet Son'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-iwVlTqBwI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hzeIKLnoo0c/s72-c/177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-6445039265382746464</id><published>2010-05-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:19:46.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTqdDy9zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ssLO0xMM6HU/s1600/317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150786308208434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTqdDy9zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ssLO0xMM6HU/s400/317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTpzWAnPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gLDL_opk03U/s1600/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150775110311154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTpzWAnPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gLDL_opk03U/s400/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTpMl61eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ocAAMM1099E/s1600/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150764708058594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTpMl61eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ocAAMM1099E/s400/188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTois2_OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kuj2qzfn10I/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150753462877410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTois2_OI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kuj2qzfn10I/s400/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZToMO9tMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GHMemEGvME0/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150747431908546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZToMO9tMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/GHMemEGvME0/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTR3ZBPdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UMd73etT0UA/s1600/089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150363879816658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTR3ZBPdI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UMd73etT0UA/s400/089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTRcujgDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T1WjHGiF1fo/s1600/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469150356722384946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTRcujgDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/T1WjHGiF1fo/s400/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will write more tomorrow.  For now here are some recent pictures!&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/7587989514615462778-6445039265382746464?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6445039265382746464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=6445039265382746464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6445039265382746464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6445039265382746464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-photos.html' title='just photos'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S-ZTqdDy9zI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ssLO0xMM6HU/s72-c/317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-1636300747516861454</id><published>2010-02-17T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:45:19.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><title type='text'>Who Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xdti_RuRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZOtQaKbPIoE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439325487024421138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xdti_RuRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZOtQaKbPIoE/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knew that organizing our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; materials could be so pretty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About two weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ago&lt;/span&gt; while getting a latte at my usual coffee shop I spoted this chest in front of the resale shop next door. From the the moment I laid eyes on this beauty I had to have her! So, after a quick phone call to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; she was in the back of the SUV and away we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of my home I have posted so far I know you can tell that I love blue! When I first brought the chest home I was sure that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to put her in my bathroom. Even though my bathroom is not even remotely decorated I knew the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; would fit perfect for the future plans I have in that space. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; things happen when you put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of furniture in a holding spot. I had it sitting against a bare wall in the front room for the day (waiting on my husband to help me carry it up stairs) and my mind began to wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see, my dining room is not very big.  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; felt that the only thing that fits in there well is our big square pub style table. But, as I sat on the sofa in the front room staring at my latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; I realized that the color is the PREFECT compliment to the paint on the walls, window dressings, and artwork in the dining room. (which has totally been changed in the last 6 months)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324587032093074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xc5KQYoZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WQgNVXU9Pgs/s400/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So am happy to report that this beauty is working out wonderfully! I really did not have a great storage place for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; supplies. Everything was kept in large baskets that I thought I would haul up and down the stairs everyday (which turns out only happened on Mondays and Fridays) So instead the kiddos can now help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;themselves to what they need&lt;/span&gt; and I get to have something pretty to look at while we work at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324579320979010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xc4th6XkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mgGT7GAt-70/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324569710216690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xc4JuhxfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gr5qjuEcvbw/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;distressing&lt;/span&gt; is perfect for my taste. Plus I have never refinished furniture my self so having someone do it for me just the way I want , &lt;strong&gt;SCORE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh BTW this sucker was on &lt;strong&gt;$40&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;Double Score!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; that makes your heart sing and you have no clue where to put it, I say get it!!!! You never know what you will come up with once it is sitting in your living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7587989514615462778-1636300747516861454?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1636300747516861454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=1636300747516861454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1636300747516861454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1636300747516861454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3xdti_RuRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZOtQaKbPIoE/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-1017673731077889630</id><published>2010-02-15T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:24:20.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mmMcDZIrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/puwfc0dPTFw/s1600-h/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560757645648562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mmMcDZIrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/puwfc0dPTFw/s400/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mmLztElCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hz24OJPv7To/s1600-h/192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438560746814608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mmLztElCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Hz24OJPv7To/s400/192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mlM6ZTIJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xWnmIlAnzmU/s1600-h/186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559666278965394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mlM6ZTIJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xWnmIlAnzmU/s400/186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mlMVhw2JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PROsQp-d7k0/s1600-h/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559656382355602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mlMVhw2JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PROsQp-d7k0/s400/226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been loving my new camera.  I have taken way too many pictures, but I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; discovered that taking a million shoots is the only way to get a good picture.  Taking good pictures really does take some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; and a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Thankfully I have the best subjects to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday.  It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; so, last night I got to have dinner with my family on my husbands side.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;California&lt;/span&gt; Pizza Kitchen (one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;)  I had the Thai Chicken Pizza and cherry limeade and I have every bit of both!!! It was really nice to spend time with people that I care about and of course get some presents.  And this morning I got a treat when I showed up at my regular coffee shop, taped to the ice cream case was a sign saying "happy birthday Robin, Love Mom" with a coffee card taped to it (keep in mind my Mom is over 2,000 miles away) Boy, do people know that way to my heart that is the 2nd present in 24hours that is coffee related.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a GROSS GROSS weekend weather wise the Lord has blessed me with pockets of sun and no rain today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my birthday today I keep hearing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not harm to you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jeremiah&lt;/span&gt; 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;How wonderful to remember in all times that My God loves me and wants good for me!  What a wonderful present!&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/7587989514615462778-1017673731077889630?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1017673731077889630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=1017673731077889630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1017673731077889630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1017673731077889630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3mmMcDZIrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/puwfc0dPTFw/s72-c/152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8032131254508432270</id><published>2010-02-11T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:43:54.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Cheeseeeeee!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who knew that happiness comes in the form of a camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437035813273801794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3Q7Q_lDFEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OF-7GG-YmTk/s400/canon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, I am happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt; that for my birthday that my husband gave me a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Canon Rebel T1i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;500. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It came with a 18-50mm lens. This is not the camera I have been looking at for the past year, it is way better! Not only does it have basic point and shoot mode (which is already a million times better than my old Panasonic point and click). The Creative mode is wonderful. I can not get over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; o0f control I have over the shot. Now, I only have to spend the next million years trying to understand which goes with what in terms of the shot I am trying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt;. It also takes video as well and not just any video... Are you ready.... It shoots in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HDMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;em&gt;for all you nerds out there how cool it that!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know that there are not many people out there but if anyone is listening and has some words of wisdom for a SLR beginner, I would love to have some tips. So, that it is known I love to of course take pictures of the kiddos but I am a nature lover and have always loved to attempt to take good landscape pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other note about my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.... He also got me this super cute bag for the camera and a beautiful camera strap that is in route to the house so I will be sure to show it off when I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437038986001155954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3Q-Jq6Mh3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HjkyJMSFJuY/s400/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8032131254508432270?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8032131254508432270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8032131254508432270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8032131254508432270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8032131254508432270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheeseeeeee.html' title='Cheeseeeeee!!!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3Q7Q_lDFEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/OF-7GG-YmTk/s72-c/canon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-5753169484809587650</id><published>2010-02-10T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:03:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3M66IsJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-I3_14dk6wU/s1600-h/152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436753945605822674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3M66IsJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-I3_14dk6wU/s400/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; well it is almost wordless.....I GOT A SLR FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!! YIPPEEEEEEEE!!!!&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/7587989514615462778-5753169484809587650?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5753169484809587650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=5753169484809587650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5753169484809587650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5753169484809587650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday_10.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3M66IsJ2NI/AAAAAAAAAOA/-I3_14dk6wU/s72-c/152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8925485339492677768</id><published>2010-02-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:02:27.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done</title><content type='html'>What would you do if one day you opened your email and find a letter from a stranger claiming to be your sister?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  How would you feel?  Would you hate your parents from keeping it from you your whole life?  Would you hate that person for changing who you thought you were?  (only child to becoming a sister and aunt in one letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here sick to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt; because I just did that to someone.  I have a half sister who is in her early 20's and has lived her life as and only child. The sad part is everyone around her, (parents, aunts, uncles and cousins) all knew otherwise.  I am sure that she will feel betrayed by them in some manner but it was her parents choosing.  I am worried if I did the right thing but i have been waiting for 18 years to do the right thing. I can now only hope and wait to see what she will do.  I am praying for the Lord's grace in the situation.  Hoping I can speak softly and with wisdom.  I am also praying that I will accept what ever the Lord has planned for me in this. So far it has been for me not to have a role in my earthly Father's life.  I hope this will be a new page. I have spent my whole life hurting for him and when I let that go I have spent my time sad that this young woman has not known that she had a sister.  When I was a little girl I used to beg my mom for a sister.  Of course I was blessed with a great brother who is 10 years younger than me so clearly he does not call me for sisterly advice.  Which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, what little relationship he and I have I will take because he is a great guy and I am blessed to have him.  But on the other hand there is something about a sister bond that I desire.  (always have)  I so envy my sister-in-laws while we get along great they are in laws and we speak every few weeks but the 2 of them talk everyday and I feel silly and somewhat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; to say let me into your sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; so I have never shared my heart with them out of fear of being laughed at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have told me to let it go but I cannot.  It is family and I cannot just forget about her.  It is like saying "hey there sorry about losing your foot but just forget about it and move on."  Ugh!!!! people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;generally&lt;/span&gt; trying to make me feel better but unless you have gone through it don't share you opinion please because until you are in that place you just don't know how your heart will fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit wondering if she will ever respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8925485339492677768?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8925485339492677768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8925485339492677768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8925485339492677768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8925485339492677768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-have-i-done.html' title='What Have I Done'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-7688918628569961136</id><published>2010-02-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:15:19.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2yJcYh-DcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Go07vXUnO8I/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434869971043618242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2yJcYh-DcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Go07vXUnO8I/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So at &lt;strong&gt;MOPS&lt;/strong&gt; this morning we made the sweetest little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; treats I have seen in a long time and the best part about them is that they were super easy to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheese&lt;/span&gt; Mints...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8oz block of Philadelphia Cream Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2lb bag of powder sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 teaspoon flavoring (peppermint, vanilla, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raspberry&lt;/span&gt;, etc...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;small rubber molds (hearts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;together or&lt;/span&gt; use a mixer to make dough. Add coloring if desired...the more you add the darker the color.Use granulated sugar for colored mints, e.g. red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sugar with&lt;/span&gt; red dough. (Do this by putting a drop or tow of food coloring into a container with sugar, seal and shake.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a small ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;of dough&lt;/span&gt; , dip in granulated sugar, press into rubber mint mold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt; side down, press out immediately and let dry at room temperature for 1-2 days. You may then layer with wax &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paper and&lt;/span&gt; freeze fora year or refrigerate for 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434869617371476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2yJHy_9cSI/AAAAAAAAANw/5XPkA5kUNTs/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these take a little bit of time to press out but when you put them in to a little heart box it makes a cute little treat to give to you sweetie or drop a few in a bag of a tasty favor for a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-7688918628569961136?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7688918628569961136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=7688918628569961136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/7688918628569961136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/7688918628569961136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-treats.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Treats'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2yJcYh-DcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Go07vXUnO8I/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-6266298985977049161</id><published>2010-02-03T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:20:41.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2oSy5NF9YI/AAAAAAAAANo/UDk-JcQ-_r8/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434176565934421378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2oSy5NF9YI/AAAAAAAAANo/UDk-JcQ-_r8/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-6266298985977049161?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6266298985977049161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=6266298985977049161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6266298985977049161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6266298985977049161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2oSy5NF9YI/AAAAAAAAANo/UDk-JcQ-_r8/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8875423970373456633</id><published>2010-02-02T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:10:17.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-A-Boo!</title><content type='html'>So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been avoiding my blog, it just has been a busier than usual week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been driving around town a bit more these past few days&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(which I hate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; due to the fact that I have been selling several unused items we have around the house on Craig's list. I am loving the free space but I am loving the extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mu la&lt;/span&gt; even more.  The extra cash is going right into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas fund.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Hubby and I are escaping in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to report that after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;MANY MANY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; months of trying to make it the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;classes at the Y (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; has a melt down and I always have to leave the class) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; and I have made it through the class.  So needless to say I am doing my best to workout 3 days a week and yet again I am not home, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; it is for a reason to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am have been painting the family room and I can't wait to get the finishing touches on to show it off.  I can't believe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; it has made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; and I have also been hammering away at school.  We are currently studying Greek history which has been kinda fun, although he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; understand why the worshiped so many God and Goddess.  (it is really cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a quick update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a busy week ahead too,  we are going down to Tacoma for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; with cousin&lt;br /&gt;E and then this weekend I am off to the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flower and Garden Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a afternoon with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8875423970373456633?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8875423970373456633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8875423970373456633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8875423970373456633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8875423970373456633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/02/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-A-Boo!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-1783591016579357395</id><published>2010-01-27T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:48:31.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2CmmVyPf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/0f7hRFshm7M/s1600-h/ryker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431524328221933554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2CmmVyPf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/0f7hRFshm7M/s400/ryker1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2Cmc761G5I/AAAAAAAAANY/TVT45JbsHYs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-1783591016579357395?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1783591016579357395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=1783591016579357395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1783591016579357395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1783591016579357395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday_27.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S2CmmVyPf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/0f7hRFshm7M/s72-c/ryker1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8987858822886765031</id><published>2010-01-25T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:43:22.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Blooms, and Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this past weekend was super uneventful. With half of the house having colds and it being a typical pacific northwest January weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pattern&lt;/span&gt; (cold and wet) We hung around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I finally tackled painting the powder room. For the last 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mons&lt;/span&gt; I am sad to admit it has been covered in a blue color that looked great in the store and on a paint chip but when I put it on the walls of my low lit room, "tropical spray" looked more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; night club rather than the soft robin's egg blue I was hoping for so after at least 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; samples smeared all over the walls I finally found a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;modern&lt;/span&gt; blue that I really love. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buckland&lt;/span&gt; Blue" has my me very happy, I have gone into this at least 30 times today.  I think I might even carry it into my family room which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;is way&lt;/span&gt; overdue for a new color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13ZlKdMtjI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4M9g_HmfI/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430735958163895858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13ZlKdMtjI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4M9g_HmfI/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430735962600238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Zla-57lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qDYh45RJXZ4/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So can you see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; at glazing? I did not know realize at the time that I need flat paint for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stripes&lt;/span&gt; to show up in my low lit bathroom. I am learning the hard way that lighting indeed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;affects&lt;/span&gt; everything. So, with having 3 young men in this house there is no way that I will have flat paint in a bathroom. I hope you get the picture and that I need not go into further detail. So, long story short I really like the stripes but too bad you can only see them with a flash or lighting strike. I am now in need of new accent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; for the shelf here. The small painting that was here no longer fits, so now that I discovered Hobby Lobby has on line shopping I am sure this will be filled in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Zk3hqU8I/AAAAAAAAANA/6dr3NOCi8wY/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430735953082340290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Zk3hqU8I/AAAAAAAAANA/6dr3NOCi8wY/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first artwork that my husband I bought together. I love it here. I would have never thought to hang such a big picture here but it looks so great as you walk past the powder room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Ysk8W_cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9OstQSpIDsI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734986021371330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Ysk8W_cI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9OstQSpIDsI/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bulbs&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! The is noting better to help see me through the winter than the having blooms in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YsGqaqgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wRkc66TjUXE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734977893050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YsGqaqgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/wRkc66TjUXE/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Yrv0nL7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/mkuCkfwPupE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734971761799090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13Yrv0nL7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/mkuCkfwPupE/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YB0i5yqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k5TXciofNEg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734251475192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YB0i5yqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/k5TXciofNEg/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course no weekend is complete without finding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; in the bathroom at least 5 times unrolling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YBflQFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9va8yEr8_bk/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734245847897890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YBflQFyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9va8yEr8_bk/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox time on a Sunday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YAxuN4MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WEXUm_zoeZw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734233537470658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YAxuN4MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WEXUm_zoeZw/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YAh8FLzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bQK0VpQ6qPY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430734229300653874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13YAh8FLzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bQK0VpQ6qPY/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7587989514615462778-8987858822886765031?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8987858822886765031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8987858822886765031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8987858822886765031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8987858822886765031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-blooms-and-blue.html' title='Boys, Blooms, and Blue'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S13ZlKdMtjI/AAAAAAAAANI/fw4M9g_HmfI/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-3283262748297409546</id><published>2010-01-22T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:09:20.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><title type='text'>Armchair Mania</title><content type='html'>So to me one of the best parts about having a home is making it your own special hideaway. A place where when you walk in through the door you feel at rest.  Someplace that is a beautiful expression of you.  A place where at the same time it is ok to have your feet on the sofa and you don't live in fear of it all tumbling down with one wrong turn from a young boy just trying to have fun. I have no greater joy some days than to be snuggled on the sofa in my living room sipping a latte and looking out window takingin the veiw of the beauty of the valley while little boys run round and round chasing each other.  That veir has produced some amazing sunrises and sunsets over the last several years. I have lived in my home for about 7 years now and I am still overflowing with ideas. Sometimes my many many ideas lead to over load and so as a result nothing ever comes of my fabulous ideas (well at leastthey are fabulous to me) So for my latest binge these last few months I have been craving for the perfect arm chair for the living room. For a long while I thought I wanted a big brown leather wing back chair to go along with my heavy old world styled pieces already in that room, but times they are a changin'....here are just a few of my latest finds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781619490402050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1nV2rrwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sA7YKnpLZBA/s320/5168IjONI8L__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781609864595858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1mx_tiZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yYHKqzHf_uM/s320/514N3futiGL__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781602829634130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1mXycilI/AAAAAAAAALw/DeYFmkFl-xQ/s320/51kAkqJVb0L__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781591747816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1lugVbSI/AAAAAAAAALo/kbN3mlW2uI8/s320/51fcriPZDVL__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429781583766240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1lQxYPCI/AAAAAAAAALg/-5f9GVBm7co/s320/41%252BJU79BZiL__AA260_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that all of those pretty chairs are from Tar-jay. I sometimes can't believe all the little hidden gems I find on target.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429778414274004002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1pysxfixCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/aMBC4J7Sq6c/s320/2425374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429778410554358226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1pysjotedI/AAAAAAAAALI/Y0PzVas84uY/s320/2300991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429778401400255826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1pysBiM9VI/AAAAAAAAALA/TEoeYtI6xj8/s320/2283180.jpg" border="0" /&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;These last few are from Pier One. I love this store I do not go here as often as I would like but I am sure my wallet is happy for that. I love the playful prints. I have a home that seems to have brown tones in every room so slowly I would like to introduce more bright colors but in a soft whimsicial way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floral prints just make me happy! I have either &lt;strong&gt;(A)&lt;/strong&gt; lived in the Pacific Northwest to long and need prints like this to see me through the winters or &lt;strong&gt;(B)&lt;/strong&gt; I have too many men living in this house and I need to inject so sense of feminity this place. I am pretty sure it is a little bit of both. &lt;div&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-3283262748297409546?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3283262748297409546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=3283262748297409546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3283262748297409546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3283262748297409546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/armchair-mania.html' title='Armchair Mania'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1p1nV2rrwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sA7YKnpLZBA/s72-c/5168IjONI8L__AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-2464148855824572493</id><published>2010-01-20T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:40:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDLESS WEDNESDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1fMaPXaPgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cgZfoQflc3M/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429032626991808002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1fMaPXaPgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cgZfoQflc3M/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-2464148855824572493?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2464148855824572493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=2464148855824572493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/2464148855824572493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/2464148855824572493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='WORDLESS WEDNESDAY'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S1fMaPXaPgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cgZfoQflc3M/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-2492137929160912790</id><published>2010-01-13T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:54:41.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>I often think of the relationships in my life. My friends, my family, my neighbors. I often ask myself if those relationships bring glory to the Lord or do they draw me away from who I want to follow. Many times when I feel inside my-self that the relation is drawing me into sin I often pull back and shelter my-self. So, this week I find my-self thinking about the relationships my children are involved in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that one of my many many roles as a mom is a protector of my boys but I have never thought of protecting them from friends, school/play mates. Only keeping them away from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; dangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, of what fellowship have light with darkness? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2Corinthians 6:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426633072513536594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S09GByWOUlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0TFDUZpexIg/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with our recent transition to homeschooling have been reading several books about homeschooling.  The book I am currently working on has really affected me.  Educating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WholeHearted&lt;/span&gt; Child, is a book that is several years old but it is rooted deep in scripture.  This book has challenged me in many new ways.  It has caused me to refocus my family, God has been the center of our lives, but I am not so sure that our little family was next in line to that.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With my oldest about to be 8 I am quickly realizing that he is starting to make his own choices (or at least wants to make his own choices)  We have tried to set our home up in a manner that his friends will enjoy hanging out here for years to come.  I have been so focused on that I have not stopped to think about where do we draw that line in our children having close friendships with unbelievers.  The Lord God calls us to be disciples for him, but do children really have the intellectual know how to achieve this yet.  I say no, I have watched my precious children challenge me on a moral manner already because I friend of his told him otherwise.  I love that when you are young you have not yet had experience with fools and liars in your life so you eagerly believe what ever is spoken to you (hence having "faith like a child") but this is also very dangerous when we live in a fallen world and the enemy comes after you as a child to try and separate you from a life with God.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I sit here at a crossroads wondering how much is too much for my sweet young men who have close friendship with children who live in home on the opposite end of what we are trying to achieve in our home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prayerfully seeking the right answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-2492137929160912790?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/2492137929160912790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=2492137929160912790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/2492137929160912790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/2492137929160912790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S09GByWOUlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0TFDUZpexIg/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-9127134924468148209</id><published>2010-01-12T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:21:08.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karate'/><title type='text'>Karate Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00fCqR84JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NoNYO6TDMZ8/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426027256621097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00fCqR84JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NoNYO6TDMZ8/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00e7JuqHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-vqwApzZyfU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426027127624048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00e7JuqHbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-vqwApzZyfU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00ezuCDp6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9DpTTcY5wy8/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026999930136482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00ezuCDp6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9DpTTcY5wy8/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00es0jeSZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gQByAeh6mBU/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026881421822354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00es0jeSZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gQByAeh6mBU/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00el7WdffI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FZ3XPdt2MDY/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026762987208178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00el7WdffI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FZ3XPdt2MDY/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eexz_rOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/A8hGxt_ulhU/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026640167644386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eexz_rOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/A8hGxt_ulhU/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eW9o7nlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c9VqmRMRBFw/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026505903513170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eW9o7nlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/c9VqmRMRBFw/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eM-MyzbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PvYuNltTkJo/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426026334255238578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00eM-MyzbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PvYuNltTkJo/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;Sebastian has been taking Karate since this past fall, and he has really grown to love it. When he first started he behaved like most boys his age, rowdy and never standing still. As time has gone by he has become a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt;, he is focused and tries his best at every class. It has been really neat to watch him. He has also been teaching all the boys on the block his skills, it is like his own little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt;. It is nice to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; use some leadership as he is our child that follows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;along&lt;/span&gt; with his friends. Before Christmas the class had their first test not only did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; get is yellow belt but he was promoted to yellow belt 2-stripes and is now in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intermediate&lt;/span&gt;/advanced class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;way to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Iam&lt;/span&gt; very proud of you.&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/7587989514615462778-9127134924468148209?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/9127134924468148209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=9127134924468148209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/9127134924468148209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/9127134924468148209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2010/01/karate-kid.html' title='Karate Kid'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S00fCqR84JI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NoNYO6TDMZ8/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-7494559274503263093</id><published>2009-11-03T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:38:40.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November is already here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 has passed in a flash. I can hardly believe that I am faced with the holiday season again. I feel as if any time has hardly passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all the change that fall brings for me. Not only does the landscape and weather change here in the Northwest, but I find that my attitude always shifts into a bit of a home body. I love the cozy warm feeling that I have everyday during this time over year. I spend more time cuddle up on the couch and more time on the meals that I make. To me there is nothing better than the smell of dinner cooking all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399986035538018850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SvCasGBQQiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/85QFGn-LlqM/s320/372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399985430991041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SvCaI56BdAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IEJhm89hNi8/s320/368.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a blast on Halloween this year. There grandma came over and took the older boys to the movies to see AstroBoy, they LOVED it. Once they came home and they transformed into Darth Vader (Ryker), Wolverine (greyson), and an Ostrich (Seb) we headed down to main street for our annual routine of Trick or Treating. After dark we headed up to the prime spot for gathering the most candy with the least amount of effort. The weather was awesome add everyone ended the day with smiles including Ryker who quickly caught on to this whole hold out your hand and a stranger gives you candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me dive into an update of the kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryker is now 13 months and is a walker who is now into everything that his brother don't want him to be. Speaking of that I just had to take a 10 minute break from writing because Ryker had his first episode of taking off his diaper so he could make business on the floor. In other Ryker new his top 2 teeth are arriving a the same time. Ryker also LOVES to eat solid food. I mean this kid will have more than one lunch and several servings of dinner. This is a nice change of pace from the other boys.  He loves to patty-cake and wave bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greyson is sailing along and loving every moment of being 4. He still love star wars and sausage. His is working on beginning reading and is really impressing us. He now has daily chores which has been so good for him. He actually looks forward to doing them and I have yet to have to ask him to complete them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebastian is in the second grade and is handling that well. He improves with his reading everyday. He has finally learned to ride his bike. I think he surprised himself with how much he loves riding his bike. Seb has joined the Cub Scouts this year and enjoys that a ton also. As if Seb did not have a ton on his plate already we added karate to the mix as well. This is something he has wanted to do for a very long time and is one of the best in his class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been doing a lot around the house this past season. We have painted several rooms, planted a flower bed along the walk and the big project was to make over the under used office downstairs. It has now become a room for the boys complete with tv and xbox. This has been one of the best things we have done around here. The house really feels bigger now. The boys have a great space to hang out with their friends and our guest have a room to themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is just a little window into our happenings this year. I really want to be better about writing for the sake of the memories of my boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399994022998669730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SvCh9BoReaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7StN7bnpFzY/s400/359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7587989514615462778-7494559274503263093?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/7494559274503263093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=7494559274503263093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/7494559274503263093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/7494559274503263093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-is-already-here.html' title='November is already here.'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SvCasGBQQiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/85QFGn-LlqM/s72-c/372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-6767876260914830210</id><published>2009-08-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:45:46.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will try again</title><content type='html'>Wow I can't believe how long it has been since I have blogged.  I really enjoy it and I really enjoy reading blog. So with fall quickly approaching I will try to make a routine of blogging so that I can keep memories and everyone updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow soon. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;(Texas pics are still on the camera :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-6767876260914830210?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6767876260914830210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=6767876260914830210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6767876260914830210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6767876260914830210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-try-again.html' title='I will try again'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8133698440664569683</id><published>2009-03-28T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:45:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sillyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6J22xBVZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CsxX-i4T-iM/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318341738160888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6LohE2nGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XBFfNHAnHL4/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6IZtZfooI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6WruZkPOQwE/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318338185235767938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6IZtZfooI/AAAAAAAAAIs/6WruZkPOQwE/s400/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Peak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6ILwPYQuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iGAp26iPTUE/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318337945480479458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6ILwPYQuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iGAp26iPTUE/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; A-BOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What to do with a rainy Sat? We are doing NOTHING! And it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;, I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it for everyone to try at least once. It seems life is always so busy and our family is always headed in five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; directions at once. It is so nice for the kiddos to stay in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt; and for me to be cuddled on the couch reading my back log of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt; and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; with my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am wishing you all a happy nothing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7587989514615462778-8133698440664569683?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8133698440664569683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8133698440664569683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8133698440664569683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8133698440664569683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-sillyness.html' title='Saturday Sillyness'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sc6LohE2nGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XBFfNHAnHL4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-579863161889371237</id><published>2009-03-26T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:33:46.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://asoftplacetoland-kimba.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-away-from-computer.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/Kimba/UnplugButton.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will take this challenge.  Lord know I could use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-579863161889371237?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/579863161889371237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=579863161889371237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/579863161889371237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/579863161889371237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-friday.html' title='For Friday'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/Kimba/th_UnplugButton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-4023002637649090762</id><published>2009-03-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:24:14.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retreats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvGiVkObNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/21Qk6PNMKL4/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317562078247939282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvGiVkObNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/21Qk6PNMKL4/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvGNLg628I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-GHWITcyMAs/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317561714772466626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvGNLg628I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-GHWITcyMAs/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unconditional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, a complete and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;willingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;to pour their hearts out to me, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn't supposed to touch the bone." -Anna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Quindlen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317561480579866050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvF_jFDXcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/FJGwaRB1Mts/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317561094281860914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvFpEAblzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OZGRKu90fGY/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So I went to a retreat (with baby) this past weekend and the topic of discussion was &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;. I did not think much of it, but it turned out to be a very lonely and painful weekend. I spent most of my time watching other women have a good time with one another, and I had one failed attempt after another in trying befriend someone on a deeper level. I felt like an outsider as if no one would have cared less if I wasn't there. I went for a wonderful long walk during our free time. While I was out there I realized that I have not put God first in my friendships. I have prayed for friends throughout my life but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never prayed for a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so maybe I was going about this friendship thing all wrong. I did realize that I do have 2 wonderful ladies in my life that I can be myself and they love me with all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;faults&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you Molly and Mom for knowing my deep heart and for sticking with me even after you have seen the garbage that is there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord has deeply blessed my life with the presence of both of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317560672927311842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvFQiVrZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_vLRhZZqgUQ/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7587989514615462778-4023002637649090762?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/4023002637649090762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=4023002637649090762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/4023002637649090762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/4023002637649090762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/ScvGiVkObNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/21Qk6PNMKL4/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8121081269984634326</id><published>2009-03-01T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:58:06.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Yummy Sunday Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love soups and stews.  That is one of the best things about fall and winter for me.  Tonight we tried and new recipe and it was a great hit with everyone in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creole Rice and Bean Soup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 tablespoon canola oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 large carrots, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 med onion, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 stalks celery, diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 small green pepper, seeded and diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 small red pepper, seeded and diced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2 teaspoons dried thyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 (28oz) can crushed tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 (28oz) can whole tomatoes with their juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4 cups vegetable stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 (15 oz) can coconut milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1/4 cup brown rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 (15oz) can red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kidney&lt;/span&gt; beans, rinsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 cups chopped and washed kale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 (10oz) package frozen peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3 to 4 sprigs fresh thyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1/2 bunch parsley, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heat the canola oil in a large pot over medium heat; saute the carrots, onion, celery, peppers, can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dried&lt;/span&gt; thyme for 5 minutes, until the vegetables are crisp-tender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Add the tomato puree, whole tomatoes, vegetable stock, and coconut milk to the pot; simmer for 5 minutes.  Break the tomatoes apart with a spoon and add the rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Simmer uncovered for 45 to 50 minutes, until the rice is tender.  Add the kidney beans, kale, peas, and fresh thyme; simmer for 10 minutes.  Add the parsley; season with salt and pepper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This soup was so colorful.  It looked great in the bowl and was very easy to throw together.  Which is nice on days like today when the baby was super fussy.  We made cornbread to go along with it but crusty bread would be great too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8121081269984634326?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8121081269984634326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8121081269984634326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8121081269984634326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8121081269984634326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/03/yummy-sunday-dinner.html' title='Yummy Sunday Dinner'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-711695092230867056</id><published>2009-02-26T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:02:14.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy is 5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab_ePPlKJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6rfc48PZ_w0/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307210105855748242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab_ePPlKJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6rfc48PZ_w0/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; My time is flying by with this kiddo. Even though you can see he his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt;, you can clearly tell from the picture above that winter is trying its hardest to hang on here in the Pacific Northwest!  Yes, we had more snow this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab_Qp9_FeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-eGxFfNkL1s/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307209872511538658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab_Qp9_FeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-eGxFfNkL1s/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt; is now spending his days goofing around in his jump-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roo&lt;/span&gt;. Who knew that something so little (meaning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryker&lt;/span&gt;) could make so much noise. His other favorite past time these days (besides eating) is to stare at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; little face in the mirror. My this baby is vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307209572847100386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab-_NoaoeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yvWA7I7-wNE/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This next month we are looking forward to seeing if he will conquer sitting up all on his own. He is so close to mastering this much needed skill. We will also be trying out eating solids for the first time later this month. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ryker's&lt;/span&gt; older brother, we will be holding off on that fun stage until closer to his 6 month mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307208872502625218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab-WcpSA8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/BrCw3sGbcuM/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&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;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/7587989514615462778-711695092230867056?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/711695092230867056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=711695092230867056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/711695092230867056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/711695092230867056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/boy-is-5-months.html' title='The Boy is 5 Months'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/Sab_ePPlKJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6rfc48PZ_w0/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-5656532621960763471</id><published>2009-02-25T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:37:32.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>BLOCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, I have been trying to add a new post for over a week now, and besides the fact that I keep getting taken away from the computer to attend to my little ones, I have come to realize I have blog block!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As I started thinking about this I realized that is not the only place in my life right now that has a block, so I decided to make a list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BLOGGER'S BLOCK: I have started a new post 3 times over the last week. Each new attempt has been about something different. I have too many ideas (things to say) floating around in my head. -mom's visit, 1st grade issues, birthday weekend, baby stories, 3yr old stories, the arrival of spring, possible road trips, the list goes on and on. Where to start... so I short circuit and write nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOO MANY CHOICES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SCRAP BOOKER'S BLOCK: We went to DisneyWorld in the beginning of December and here I sit with an empty scrapbook. I have the paper, photos, and the tools. I printed 92 out of 850 pictures. The 92 photos only covers half of the trip, so clearly I need to do some trimming. So I sit and stare at the pictures, the paper and short circuit. &lt;strong&gt;TOO MANY CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PAINTER'S BLOCK: I have lived in my house for almost six years and when we moved in every wall was white and from the moment I moved in I have talked about painting. I love color. I love the warmth and cozy feeling it brings to a house. So, six years later I live in a house where 90% of the walls are still white. I have endless ideas and paint chips, several paint samples that I have yet to use because I short circuit. &lt;strong&gt;TOO MANY CHOICES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEF'S BLOCK: I have gotten several new cookbooks lately and here again I thumb through the pages and I am left with &lt;strong&gt;TOO MANY CHOICES&lt;/strong&gt;. So, my husband has helped me on the this one. I had him get me started, he has gone through and flagged what he wants to try. So thanks for helping me out on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am sure there are other BLOCKS in my life, but the kids are factor in those. Like the Lego container being spilled out just to find one block among the thousands that the boys own. (of course they have not picked up the blocks yet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Like all things I know these things will resolve with time and there will be other bumps. But for now I am sick of BLOCKS.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SaWc7TEU93I/AAAAAAAAAE8/VkxdFOd6V6w/s1600-h/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-5656532621960763471?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5656532621960763471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=5656532621960763471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5656532621960763471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5656532621960763471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-been-trying-to-add-new-post.html' title='BLOCKS!!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-6143748432690529109</id><published>2009-02-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:05:50.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ME MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a regular week of preschool, school and drool. I spent my weekend unwinding with my complicated mother-in-law (and her dog), Sister-in-law, and her 2 yr old over for a visit. So at the end of Sat. I informed my MIL that I was too tired to cook for everyone so I DID NOT watch her take the left over rice &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; curry (with tofu and sweet potatoes in it) that I had made for lunch that dayand mix it up with soy sauce, guacamole, tortilla chips, some sort of white cheese, spinach, bacon bits, and yes more soy sauce. I also DID NOT take a bite of it and think that "Hey this is not half bad". So I DID NOT have another bite or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also in a rush to leave the house on a Sunday morning could not find the match to my favorite white socks so I DID NOT wear missed matched socks all day long. But at least I WAS NOT cozy for half of my feet for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a new week of preschool, school, and drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300855481974115682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SZBr-ci_zWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S4sI23uXpHE/s320/723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Don't worry it wasn't a true cocktail)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-6143748432690529109?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/6143748432690529109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=6143748432690529109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6143748432690529109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/6143748432690529109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-me-monday.html' title='NOT ME MONDAY!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SZBr-ci_zWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/S4sI23uXpHE/s72-c/723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-3223968904769476350</id><published>2009-02-05T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:45:29.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that have made me sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This past year I have come to really enjoy reading blogs. I read all sorts of them. I read Family, Educational,  nonsense, and stories of families going through the hardest times of their life. I admire how so many people can open up their hearts and share themselves with total strangers. I also admire how hundreds of strangers come together to support and lift up each other. I love that about the blog-o-sphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But the thing that makes me really sad is when people feel it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; to tear down complete strangers and hurt them with their words. I wonder if the people doing this feel better after they write their mean, judgemental comments. There is not one person who walks the face of this earth who is perfect and without sin. I believe these families that share their blogs have the best intentions and are trying to be the best that they can be. Those that tear them down are not making these families journey any easier, plus it serves no purpose to any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, to the people who have been hurt by comments.... blog on! For every bad comment you have there are one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; who love reading your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-3223968904769476350?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/3223968904769476350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=3223968904769476350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3223968904769476350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/3223968904769476350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-that-have-made-me-sad.html' title='Things that have made me sad'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-5467789446909187298</id><published>2009-01-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:48:06.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Edition for Not Me Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;I know it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, but I have to confess. With having every one in the house sick over the weekend, that I DID NOT have a clean kitchen when I woke up on Monday morning and I DID NOT feed my boys ice cream for breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;If we were all perfect people and everyday day was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;magical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then the world would be a pretty boring place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-5467789446909187298?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5467789446909187298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=5467789446909187298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5467789446909187298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5467789446909187298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/late-edition-fo-not-me-mondays.html' title='Late Edition for Not Me Mondays'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-840497553546948496</id><published>2009-01-24T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:44:34.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a big kid now!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXttb7KUFNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JqG3DYkGTOM/s1600-h/P1020505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294946113408996562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXttb7KUFNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JqG3DYkGTOM/s320/P1020505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;So potty training has always seemed to be a long process in our house. With the middle boy he has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reluctant&lt;/span&gt; to make a poo in the pot. He will hold it just to avoid it, then we wind up with a big messy. (I don't have to go into further detail, you can use your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;So the other day I am downstairs working on the computer, the oldest and Dad were on the sofa reading a book. I hear the upstairs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; flush. I did not pay much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt; to it, because I was too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; in what I was doing. I hear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt; flush again, then again. By the third flush I was snapped out of what I was doing and thought to myself, two of the guys are downstairs so who is that? I quickly realize that my three year old is up stairs, so I race up stairs and I do you know what I saw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294947025496602114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXtuRA88dgI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-kySFLzOSmA/s320/271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;The middle boy standing in the hallway with his pants around his ankles and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baby wipe&lt;/span&gt; wedged into his bottom and he says to me. "Mama I went poo and I am cleaning my butt, does that my you happy?" I fell to my knees laughing. It is an image that is burned into my mind forever. I also have to add that he had to waddle into the baby's room and climb onto the dresser/changing table where the wipes are kept, then waddle back into the hallway where I found him. I am pleased to report that everything made it to where it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go and there was not a messy trail behind the guy's footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt; you just have to love having preschoolers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;magic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;they bring into your life.&lt;/span&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/7587989514615462778-840497553546948496?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/840497553546948496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=840497553546948496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/840497553546948496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/840497553546948496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-big-kid-now.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a big kid now!&quot;'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXttb7KUFNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JqG3DYkGTOM/s72-c/P1020505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-1538314724262639374</id><published>2009-01-23T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:53:06.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>The boy is 4 months today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just 4 short months ago we welcomed the little guy into our family. Last night as I went to bed I was thinking it felt like yesterday when I was standing in my bathroom crying out loud to Christian that I felt like I was never going to have this baby and now here he is 4 months old already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He is no longer a newborn, but a happy little guy. He is kicking and laughing (squeaking) most of his days. He is no longer this quite little sleepy guy, but a noisy, jolly little guy. He is no longer sleeping a 6 hours at a time at night, but getting up about every 4-2hours. So, I bet you can guess how I am feeling these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have packed away his newborn and 3month clothes. As I put them into the boxes I wondered if this is the last time I will see these clothes. Many of the sleepers have been worn by all the the boys. Some cousins included in there as well. So there was some sadness there as I said good-bye to those sweet little clothes. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXoKOBHpfGI/AAAAAAAAADs/Al655VTC9eY/s1600-h/P1020509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294555547862400098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXoKOBHpfGI/AAAAAAAAADs/Al655VTC9eY/s200/P1020509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The Seb is waiting everyday with excitement for the next stage in the boy's life. He keeps hoping for a word to form out of all the hundreds of coos we hear each day. I for one am not wanting to move that fast. I have seen the next stages in life, although they too are fun. I am trying my best to experience the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of each day with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-1538314724262639374?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/1538314724262639374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=1538314724262639374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1538314724262639374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/1538314724262639374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-is-4month-today.html' title='The boy is 4 months today!!'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SXoKOBHpfGI/AAAAAAAAADs/Al655VTC9eY/s72-c/P1020509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-5739144968537165725</id><published>2008-11-20T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:29:49.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birth Verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1ul1f5YI/AAAAAAAAACg/E4wu4zj1T_c/s1600-h/4x10_proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270818750942143874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1ul1f5YI/AAAAAAAAACg/E4wu4zj1T_c/s400/4x10_proof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1k4NSX-I/AAAAAAAAACY/U0dofSJ3SZg/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ryker's Birthverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Luke 9:23 NIV Then he said to them all: “If any would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I came across this website a few days ago. I have read the verse for each of my children but I have found myself dwelling on Ryker's. It says so much to me about what we must do each day when we have chosen to follow our Lord and Savior. I look down at him as I hold him and wonder what has the Lord placed in Ryker in order to bring glory to His kingdom. As Greyson and Sebastian are now older I can see the traits the Lord has woven into these little boys and I am in awe of Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father thank you for theses amazing gifts you have sent into my life. I do not know what your plan is for these precious little men, but I will start them down the path to you. I see your beauty, strength, and love through theses boys. They are awesome, praise you Father for creating such special creatures that bare your image...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birthverse.com/"&gt;http://www.birthverse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1WQrvICI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lMN7lzGbrQ0/s1600-h/4x10_proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1DvmblcI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQMHnnVKbuU/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-5739144968537165725?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/5739144968537165725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=5739144968537165725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5739144968537165725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/5739144968537165725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/11/rykers-birthverse-luke-923-niv-then-he.html' title='Birth Verse'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SSW1ul1f5YI/AAAAAAAAACg/E4wu4zj1T_c/s72-c/4x10_proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8112676163291583911</id><published>2008-11-17T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:29:49.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diapering'/><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooooo-raaaaaaay for G Diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;After months of going back and forth on whether or not to give cloth diapers a try I stumbled across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gdiapers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I have been using them for about 2 weeks and I loved every min of it. They are a cross between cloth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disposables&lt;/span&gt;, they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flush able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a cotton cover (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). With my other 2 little guys I really wanted to try cloth but I didn't have the guts. This past pregnancy I did a lot of reading about cloth and I learned how gross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disposable&lt;/span&gt; diapers really are (they can take up to 500 years to decompose). I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; to pick up the phone to call the cloth diaper service and get it started. There were too many choices and too much laundry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;involved&lt;/span&gt; for a mother of 3 who would rather spend her time doing other things. (Plus I am trying to save water) So the cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gdiaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has given me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I am looking for. I love that my son has not chemicals sitting on his bottom, I love that I am cutting back on our carbon footprint, (I can compost these little suckers in 90 days or less) and I LOVE that the baby's room doesn't smell like diapers too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gdiaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a cute little company, and it was started by a Mum and Dad looking for a better option for their kids. So if you have little ones in diapers, check these guys out! They are totally worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gdiapers.com/"&gt;http://www.gdiapers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8112676163291583911?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8112676163291583911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8112676163291583911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8112676163291583911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8112676163291583911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoo-ray-for-g-diapers.html' title='Hip Hip Hooooo-raaaaaaay for G Diapers'/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7587989514615462778.post-8829594198509422534</id><published>2008-11-14T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:30:19.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SR3lk0TYo5I/AAAAAAAAABo/S0stEAF5eFE/s1600-h/373_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268619559771349906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SR3lk0TYo5I/AAAAAAAAABo/S0stEAF5eFE/s200/373_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;So After a year of being addicted to other folks blogs I have finally cracked under the pressures of our culture and started my own blog. As I am writing this it sort of feels like I am opening my journal for the world to read. With that said I have chosen to not yet share my blog with friends and family, out of fear of what they might think or say. So my blog will hangout in cyberspace a waiting someone to take and interest in me and what I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7587989514615462778-8829594198509422534?l=robinsblahblah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/feeds/8829594198509422534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7587989514615462778&amp;postID=8829594198509422534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8829594198509422534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7587989514615462778/posts/default/8829594198509422534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsblahblah.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-after-year-of-being-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00705903549511712580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/S3l0nZEtcyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sVTD0g234-I/S220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aEUL4-FFHZc/SR3lk0TYo5I/AAAAAAAAABo/S0stEAF5eFE/s72-c/373_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
