<?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-254728367702170085</id><updated>2011-12-21T09:37:04.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Adventures of a Pilot's Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes I think my life is quite comical and I thought I would share a few laughs and a few cries......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3885920937042671515</id><published>2011-05-20T21:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T21:59:57.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the event....</title><content type='html'>.... of eating healthier..  (HAHAHA!  What did you think I was going to say?  :)  I am eating a salad and smoothie every day.  This is mostly to get the fruit and veggies back in my diet.  I have not been able to eat anything for so long.  It's been bland city.  Today I got them both in.  Which really wasn't hard.  Just more of an adjustment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am making gluten free/dairy free donuts tonight.  But they are going somewhere tomorrow.  PHEW!  I am going to a foster care thingy and one of the workers is wheat free so I make her stuff because she doesn't cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post my smoothie recipe tomorrow.  I am going to tweak it again tomorrow a little bit.  It was good today but I think I can make it better!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3885920937042671515?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3885920937042671515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3885920937042671515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3885920937042671515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3885920937042671515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-event.html' title='In the event....'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3840584071166839432</id><published>2011-05-15T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:04:16.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To the ZOOOOOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow we are headed to the zoo for a very long day.  Meeting Aunties and cousins there at 10am.  Then meeting my sister and her kids there at 1pm.  PHEW!!!  I hope the kids last all day.  I just checked the weather and it is going to be 58 degrees.  Now, we are true michiganders and we can handle that with 2 hands tied behind our back AND a ten foot pole.  I would rather be cold then hot.  I have been to the zoo when it was 90 degrees.  That is NOT cool.  Litterally.  AHAHAHA!  I slay myself...  Ahem...  Anyways, I laid the kids clothes out already and they were capri's and tshirts.  I think I am going to have to get some other clothes in the morning.  That is what I get for being prepared.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, I am going to try and get some sleep....  Must wake up early to get the day going.  Pack lunches, pack diaper bag, get water for the kids because I am not paying 5 dollars for a 60z pop, do hairs, get them out the door.......  argh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3840584071166839432?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3840584071166839432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3840584071166839432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3840584071166839432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3840584071166839432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-zoooooooooo.html' title='To the ZOOOOOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8020744422295022316</id><published>2011-05-11T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:47:52.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So the summer begins</title><content type='html'>Well, it was finally blazing hot today.  YUCK!  But I guess it is going to rain for the next forever so I sucked it up and went outside.  Tomorrow is Sienna's last day of school.  Sad.  Mostly because now Sienna and Lanna will fight all day instead of only after noon.  Le sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted 24 broccoli plants yesterday.  Woohoo!  I plan to freeze and eat them all summer.  I bought some onions and potatoes to see how they went this summer.  My plan is to plant and put up enough veggies and fruit for the whole winter.... eventually.  If I can't plant something I will buy them local and put them up.  I like have my own stuff.  You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making myself and my mother take a bike ride every night.  I need to loose this weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8020744422295022316?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8020744422295022316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8020744422295022316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8020744422295022316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8020744422295022316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-summer-begins.html' title='So the summer begins'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3049303192949036922</id><published>2011-05-09T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:06:19.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>I think my funk is over.  Well, starting to maybe.  I think it is the weather.  Finally feel human after a long winter blah.  Sigh........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the short of the long- I don't eat gluten anymore.  Tested for Celiac and it was negative.  Either way it makes me sick.  Oddly enough the most irritating symptom is I feel drugged/drunk when I eat it.  Don't know why, but I do.  So out of my diet it goes!  I am not lactose intolerent, but still get sick when I eat it. So out that goes too.   I have a hiatel hernia, ulcerative esophagitis and barrets disease.  Basically severe acid reflex has caused ulcers in my esophagus and also barretts disease which is precancerous.   The acid reflux was for the most part silent. Until recently...  So I am on a restricted diet.  Also I would like to loose weight which would help all of the above. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to more interesting things...  :)  Sienna is almost 5.  Lanna is 3 and Ruby is almost 2!  BAH!  The time does fly.  Sienna will be going to kindergarten this fall.  Lanna will not be going to preschool until next fall as her birthday is in January.  Randy still works at the airline.  I still stay at home.  Except for when I go to my mom's shop to 'work'.  :)  I have been making baby quilts for some cousins that are going to pop at any moment.  And some that are still baking.  It has been fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK tata for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3049303192949036922?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3049303192949036922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3049303192949036922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3049303192949036922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3049303192949036922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2011/05/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5929371690683664323</id><published>2011-01-24T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:31:53.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>Well, here is my list of no-no's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dairy (silent sob)&lt;br /&gt;gluten&lt;br /&gt;sugary foods&lt;br /&gt;and anything hard to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking into a few 'answers'.  The obvious lactose intolerence.  Then of course I thought Celiac disease.  However, I am more leaning to a new idea.  Fructose Malabsorption.   With dairy I have an immediate reaction.  With gluten not so much.  But I feel all bogged down when I eat gluten.  Mentally and physically.  I have the usually 'lower problems' with gluten, but not severe.  So when my doctor 'suggested' IBS I started looking online and found Fructose Malabsorption.  It's a possibility....  I am having a colonoscopy next week.  yay.......  So we will go from there.    ugh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5929371690683664323?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5929371690683664323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5929371690683664323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5929371690683664323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5929371690683664323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2011/01/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5297336157431661446</id><published>2010-12-17T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:59:24.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gluten is evil....</title><content type='html'>....to me!  Also dairy and fructose.  And it seems anything that isn't easy to digest.  What do you eat you ask?  Nothing.  ok not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got into a specialist for my guts.  Only for him to smile, wink, (yes, I said WINK) and tell me it was IBS.  IDIOT!!!!  Ok, sorry, that was slightly uncalled for...  but only slightly.  I have been researching about what I think it might be.  IBS is a blanket term for many things.  Which is irritating in itself.  So after a few uh... erm... um.... tests we will call it, and he still won't help me I will go some where else and start all over again.  sigh....  More later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5297336157431661446?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5297336157431661446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5297336157431661446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5297336157431661446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5297336157431661446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/12/gluten-is-evil.html' title='Gluten is evil....'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7982999387145561853</id><published>2010-08-18T17:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T18:18:04.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>military preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there one? And can I send my 2 yr old too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on....  Ruby is scared of rough loud boy.  He is a true boy.  Throwing things, loud, hitting, pushing.  I think I need to read a book on boys.  Night and day!  HAHA.  I think the biggest thing is that he did not have siblings.  So he has not had to share and get along with anybody his age.    So that has been interesting.....  And  my girls would never do anything to instigate him.....  NOT!!!  sigh.....  I've got my work cut out for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7982999387145561853?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7982999387145561853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7982999387145561853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7982999387145561853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7982999387145561853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/08/military-preschool.html' title='military preschool'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1784493938198568550</id><published>2010-08-17T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:44:38.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>canning and sleepy eyelids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tonight I canned 4 pints of Bruschetta in a Jar and 2 pints of Dilly Beans.  I only did a few Dilly Beans because I wasn't sure if I liked them.  No use in making a ton if nobody will eat them.  I also froze 3 quarts of green beans.  I have been trying to decide what to do with all the green beans.  My mom wanted me to plant them and she is already done with them!  I am the only one that likes them here.  I canned a bunch for a friend.  Then I gave a bunch away.  Then some went to waste....  BAH!  There is going to be a bunch more in a couple of weeks.  I hate wasting!  I want to just rip them out so my tomatoes have more room since they are basically on top of them now!  Which speaking of tomatoes I have a TON!  And they did great this year.  I am not sure why I have the luck with tomatoes, but I seem to.  So I plan to make speghetti and pizza sauce again this year.  And I was thinking maybe some tomato soup.... or just plain tomato sauce.  And also I have to do just some plain old yummylicious stewed tomatoes.  Lip smacking good!  Tomorrow I will try to freeze some zucchini, can the tomatoes I have left to do, and make/can garlic dill relish.  Do you think I can do it?  (neither do I!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gaurdian at lidem is (the lawyer for the foster boy) is coming tomorrow.  I may have to run to Hastings' to get a piece of paper signed AND go to Ionia!  Busy, busy, busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also I just ate a piece of chocolate cake.  Was it good? Oh yes!  Am I going to be sick?  Definitely.  Do I care?  NO!  Am I going to care in about 15 minutes?  Absolutely.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1784493938198568550?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1784493938198568550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1784493938198568550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1784493938198568550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1784493938198568550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/08/canning-and-sleepy-eyelids.html' title='canning and sleepy eyelids'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3975030330961141540</id><published>2010-08-14T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:17:04.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The night</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through the night.  He wanted his mommy alot.  But he was sooooo tired.  So I held him until he fell asleep and then I put him in his crib.   I am pretty sure he has NEVER been in one.  He seems to like the couch.  So we will slowly be working our way to the crib.  At this point I am not going to traumitize him any more by making him stay in a crib if he doesn't want too.  Otherwise he is a pretty good boy.  So far....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3975030330961141540?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3975030330961141540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3975030330961141540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3975030330961141540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3975030330961141540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/08/night.html' title='The night'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4789279676821571005</id><published>2010-08-13T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T16:40:47.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update, update.....and update.</title><content type='html'>I finally went to the doctor.  It took me awhile.  I'm don't really like to go to doctors like over half of America....  They seem to think it was my gallbladder as many had already suggested to me.  So I had an ultrasound on my gall bladder on Wednesday.  And as per tradition I had to wait another 2 days to get the results.  Today they came back "fine".  Whatever that means.  So, now I have to go get a HIDA scan.  yayyyyyyy......  That is Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also amidst all this we are taking in a little boy about 18 months as a foster charge!  I do not know anything about him yet.  I don't even know his name!  Randy is bringing him home right now.  So if you all are wondering that makes almost 1 yr old, 18 month old, 2 3/4 yr old, and a 4 yr old.  And also yes I think I am crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4789279676821571005?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4789279676821571005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4789279676821571005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4789279676821571005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4789279676821571005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/08/update-updateand-update.html' title='Update, update.....and update.'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7749627654751376</id><published>2010-08-03T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:35:41.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meeeeelllllttttinnggg</title><content type='html'>OK, so I'm not hot just my weight is melting!  23 lbs down.  I am able to eat more stuff.  However nothing very exciting.  So I am sure the pounds will keep melting away.  Which is good for me!  Bad for the foodie in me.   Like for instance when Randy 'encouraged' me to try some dairy queen ice cream.  Bad idea.  Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanna used the loo twice yesterday.  Not so much today.  BUT I am holding out hope.  She is going to 3 in Jan.  It is so embarrassing!   She is just so stubborn.  And she won't sit still for 2 seconds to actually pee in the potty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby is going to be 1 yrs old in about 2 weeks.  WAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!   I am sooooo sad.  Time went by so fast.  I am having mommy guilt because I didn't get as many pictures and this and that.  sigh....  Oh well.  Maybe I will just hide all there stuff and never show them!  The will never know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7749627654751376?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7749627654751376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7749627654751376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7749627654751376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7749627654751376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/08/meeeeelllllttttinnggg.html' title='meeeeelllllttttinnggg'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6009822184850218691</id><published>2010-07-17T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:06:28.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Summer is HERE!  It is HOT HOT HOT!  My tomato plants love it.   I, however, do not.  But I have AC and I'm good.  This week Sienna went to her grandma's VBS.  She is CRANKY today.  I can not even tell you how naughty she is!  I litterly had to put her and Lanna in 2 different rooms for fear they would hurt each other.  OY!  Now they are in 'nap' time.  I highly doubt either will sleep since they are so wound up.  Oh well, early bed time it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So recently (about 2 months) I have been sooo sick.  Everytime I ate I would get sick.  And, sparing all grossness, sitting on the toilet for and hour or more sick.  So because I am stubborn I didn't go to the doctor.  I looked on the all knowing Internets.  :)  I believe, and I actually was 'diagnosed' with this in highschool, I have IBS.  If you don't know what that is look it up, because I am NOT explaining it to you!  :)  So far I have just been cutting put the 'trigger' foods.  The list is this- Wheat, eggs, greasy foods, dairy products, sugar, and sugar substitutes.  That leaves..... fruit and veggies.  OK, well, a few other things.    And I do have to say that I can have some wheat.  Just not alot and even then I still don't feel the greatest.  Eggs on the other hand I am just not sure about.  I know they make me sick.  I just haven't been brave enough to try them in small doses.  Greasy foods are a no go all the way.  Dairy products I have found that I can have a little bit of cheese.  I may be able to have more I just haven't been brave enough to try!  Sugar and sugar subs undeniably make me sick.  I can have the natural sugar subs like honey, maple syrup, and others the like. But prolly not a lot at a time.  I have been reading up on it and I am hoping that if I calm my guts down I may be able to eat some of this stuff in moderation.  Otherwise I found a nice little website about artisian bread that I have been using spelt flour with and LOVE IT!  This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is awesome!  I recomend for anybody.  There is even a gluten free version.  Fresh bread every day..  Anyway, it has at least made me eat healthier which is what I should have been doing in the first place!  I have lost some weight and I'm feeling better so I guess I shouldn't complain, right?  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6009822184850218691?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6009822184850218691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6009822184850218691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6009822184850218691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6009822184850218691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer.html' title='summer'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8589219186651870289</id><published>2010-06-21T19:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:16:19.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived</title><content type='html'>I took a 1.3 (yes the .3 IS important, thank you very much!) bike ride and I survived.  End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some YUMMY michigan strawberries and froze them for later.  I have a TON of jam still from last year.  I may make some strawberry juice or some strawberry spread.  :)  I already made some rhubarb jam.   It was good, but not for the non rhubarb lovers.  It was low sugar and a little on the tarty(or as I like to say - slutty) side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted my garden!  Tomatoes, peppers, hot peppers, lettuce, basil, marjoram, parsley, oregeno, rosemary, peas, beans, strawberries, cucumbers, rhubarb, AND zucchini!  PHEW!  I have to buy some more tomatoes.  Two dozen of them didn't make it.  I will be canning up a storm this fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8589219186651870289?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8589219186651870289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8589219186651870289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8589219186651870289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8589219186651870289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-survived.html' title='I survived'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4665240310950168039</id><published>2010-05-12T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:20:15.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, Randy has been gone the last couple of days.  The weather here has been rainy and cold.  The kids have been going crazy inside and I am about ready to go crazy!  Lanna and Sienna want to play "rough"  which means jumping on each other and pulling each other down and all kinds of heart stopping thinks.  The thing is they like it!  Both of them!  Every once in a while one will get hurt.  You know the drill.  It's all fun and games until somebody gets there eye poked out....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby has been trying to crawl.  She is a maniac.  Rolling all over and thinking she's a bad ass.  Currently she is stuck feet first under the end table.  Never mind she just spotted me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lanna has figured out how to get out of her crib.  Which is always fun.  The things is we could lower it.  Or we could just take the side down to make it a toddler crib.  She is almost 2 1/2..... sigh...My babies are getting too big!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4665240310950168039?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4665240310950168039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4665240310950168039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4665240310950168039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4665240310950168039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/05/blahs.html' title='the blahs'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-392151992020846599</id><published>2010-05-11T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:44:16.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for all the babies to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was at a friends house way back when....  Well, let's see.... Prolly about 4ish years ago.  She had recently gone through some infertility and then got pregnant.  She had this baby.  Was already licensed to do Foster care, but had declined any kids as she was pregnant.  After she had the first she ended up taking care of a nephew long term. So she had a 1 yr old and now a 9 month old.  But wait, then she got a desperate call from the Social worker.  Please we have no other place....  Well, what she hadn't told anybody was that she was pregnant AGAIN!  So she now had a 2 yr old, a 1 yr old, pregnant, and a new born!  All those years of praying for a baby and now she is over loaded!  I came out to visit her one evening and was in total awe of her taking care of 3 babies while she pregnant!  Not been pregnant myself yet the appreciation was not fully developed.  As the night was nearing an end, one child sleeping, one child on the way, and one still awake she turned to me and said "This is what we do everynight.  We wait for all the babies to sleep."  I've often felt that way, my dear friend.  At the end of the day, I just wait for all the babies to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-392151992020846599?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/392151992020846599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=392151992020846599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/392151992020846599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/392151992020846599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-for-all-babies-to-sleep.html' title='Waiting for all the babies to sleep'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4120207674883999877</id><published>2010-05-01T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:57:07.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made my own!  Shocking, I know.  But it it turned out not too bad.  It is a work in progress.  I will post when I find the right recipe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news, I am going to a mother daughter banquet today at my grandma's church.  I'm phsyched.  Yes, you guessed it, that was sarcasm.  I love my grandma dearly, but bringing my 8 month old, 2 year old, and 3 yr old to an event with food at nap time just makes me want to run and hide in my bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other other news, I have been having WEIRD dreams about being pregnant and/or having labor.  Which is totally freaking me out.  Next month is when all other previous ages of the youngest were when I found out I was pregnant.  They are all literally 19 months apart.  I am not enthused about being pregnant again right now and am not planning on it!  Maybe I am just subconsciously trying to work that out... Who knows.   I would really like to get another foster baby, but I would REALLY like to actually get some sleep for once in the last 4 years!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4120207674883999877?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4120207674883999877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4120207674883999877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4120207674883999877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4120207674883999877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/05/iced-coffee.html' title='Iced Coffee'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3897912074115988715</id><published>2010-04-26T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:03:24.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I been up to?  Getting some sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :)  I have been busy, busy, busy!!  Ok so sometimes I was making sure the couch didn't float away, but I needed a nap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All is going well, ok over here.  We have been dealing with er, uh, difficulties with our 3 yr old.  Things like telling your Gr Grandpa to (and I quote) "shut your mouth"  are not acceptable behavior.  I know, I know I am so hard to please.  And my middle is 2 yrs old.  That should be all I have to say.  Ruby on the other hand has been a peach.  She is such a good baby.  I have not been giving her previcid to see how it goes for a little while.  I am not convinced either way.  I will start giving it to her again and see if I notice a difference again.  She is having problems sleeping but I could blame it on her teething...  Who knows really.  S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, here is a conversation with my ever funny daughter Sienna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sienna all whiney - "I can't put my shoes on the right feet.  I don't know how."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- Well you are going to have to figure it out.  Your rain boots are in the car."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sienna- "Can I get them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me- "Sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sienna- "Ok, I'll put my shoes on to go get them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me - "hangs head"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3897912074115988715?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3897912074115988715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3897912074115988715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3897912074115988715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3897912074115988715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is HERE!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-9125350081925733403</id><published>2010-04-03T12:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:19:38.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-O!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I am lame and writing this while I am outside!  I just can't seperate from this beast!  I need to put it down and enjoy life!  I guess it was my only life line while my kids were driving me nuts this winter.  Now I can get out and enjoy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I need to get in shape.  This is just ridiculous!  I was down to my ideal weight and now 3 kids later I think I am heavier then before I decided to get in shape the first time!  AHHHHHH!!!!  I know what I need to, but I can't seem to do it.  *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also I am glad that I am not allergic to dandelions as I have a PILE of them on my lap from my darlinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-9125350081925733403?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9125350081925733403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=9125350081925733403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9125350081925733403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9125350081925733403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/04/lame-o.html' title='Lame-O!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3570923588291716901</id><published>2010-03-24T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:25:51.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiki Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going attempt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-a-Denim-Purse"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  I am not a huge sewer.  But my mom does own a quilting shop... so I better get going on that sewing thing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I attempted to make a blanket today.  Now I can sew.  I can sew a straight line.  I can even thread a sewing machine.  And if you have ever tried then you know it is not always easy.  But today I attempted minkee.  What a disaster!  It was so slippery that it slipped right on out from it.  Then it was so stretchy and whatever that it kept making it be different sizes.  Then I had to put Tear Away on it so it wouldn't slip.  Then the Tear Away wouldn't tear away.  Then I had to cut it...  OY!!!  I didn't get to finish it because I had to take Sienna to the doctor because she had an ear infection.  But there is always tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news, I am trying to get Ruby to sleep on her own.  As in fall asleep on her own.  It is not going so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3570923588291716901?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3570923588291716901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3570923588291716901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3570923588291716901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3570923588291716901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/03/wiki-wednesday.html' title='Wiki Wednesday'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3143959268927950199</id><published>2010-03-16T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:16:56.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The SUN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sitting outside!!!!  I can't even tell you how happy I am to be outside and enjoying the day.  The kids are out side and I am breathing fresh air.  Smell it?  HA!  I am!!!   I think all the oxygen is going to my brain.  Not that stale old house air.  LOVE IT!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I called my friend to ask if she had kicked her kids out too.  We decided that we were going to throw a box of cereal out the door and let them in only to hose them down and put them to bed.  OK not really.  But we had to work really hard to think of reasons not too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I better get dinner started.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3143959268927950199?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3143959268927950199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3143959268927950199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3143959268927950199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3143959268927950199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/03/sun.html' title='The SUN!!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-679478491269977671</id><published>2010-03-01T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:34:55.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My very yummy taco lasagna</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Ingredients&lt;/h2&gt;     &lt;ul class="ingredients"&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 pound ground beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup chopped green pepper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 cup chopped onion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2/3 cup water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 envelope taco seasoning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can diced tomatoes  ( I use homemade canned ones!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;24 soft corn tortillas (4 inches)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;2 cans (16 ounces) black bean refried beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;3 cups (12 ounces) shredded Mexican cheese blend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;h2&gt;Directions&lt;/h2&gt;         &lt;ul class="directions"&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a large skillet, cook the beef, green pepper and onion over medium heat until meat is no longer pink; drain. Add water and taco seasoning; bring to a boil. Reduce heat; simmer, uncovered, for 2 minutes. Stir in the black beans and tomatoes. Simmer, uncovered, for 10 minutes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix refried beans with approximately 1/2 cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Place eight tortillas in a greased 13-in. x 9-in. baking dish. Spread with half of the refried beans and beef mixture; sprinkle with 1 cup cheese. Repeat layers. Top with remaining tortillas, tomato mixture and cheese. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Cover and bake at 350° for 25-30 minutes or until heated through and cheese is melted.&lt;b&gt; Yield: &lt;/b&gt;9 servings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-679478491269977671?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/679478491269977671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=679478491269977671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/679478491269977671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/679478491269977671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-very-yummy-taco-lasagna.html' title='My very yummy taco lasagna'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7857376048894754588</id><published>2010-03-01T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:38:55.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I escaped!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went shopping all by myself!  I got groceries. But it is the fact that I got out of the house BY MYSELF!   Thank you Randy for catering to me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news my eyebrow has been twitching for the last uhhhh.... well.... let's see.....  2 months!  I am so not kidding.  It is getting on my last nerve.  I am sure it is stress.  Which is the stem of all my problems.  I wish I wasn't so stressed.  A lot of people have way more stuff to deal with then me.  Oh well...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other other news, Lanna is a big MOMMIES GIRL!!!  She is attached to me.  Which I love.  Don't get me wrong.  But sometimes it really breaks my heart!  And sometimes I just want to cook dinner and not have to hold her too!  OK, so I really don't do that.  But I put her to bed last night and had to leave her in her crib screaming "MOMMY" and grasping me.  I almost cried a little.  And I don't cry.  Well. Usually.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7857376048894754588?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7857376048894754588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7857376048894754588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7857376048894754588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7857376048894754588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-escaped.html' title='I escaped!!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4083035202318204302</id><published>2010-03-01T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:31:41.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>star trek transporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is my google word for the day.  I posted as my status the other day that I was making taco lasagna.  (It was good BTW if anybody cares....:)  My cousin how lives a couple states away posted that he would be there at 7 to eat.  It was 6:30.  So I got to thinking how he would get here if he was.  Because really he wasn't serious...  And I thought oh yeah what is that one thing that they use in Star Trek?  I am not really a Treky or whatever they like to call themselves.  But I have been known to watch a few here and there.  So I thought why don't we have those?  I mean really, we can send a man to the moon and go deep in the ocean.  But we don't have a transporter?  Can somebody get on that please?  I want one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4083035202318204302?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4083035202318204302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4083035202318204302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4083035202318204302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4083035202318204302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/03/star-trek-transporter.html' title='star trek transporter'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8576003793939419370</id><published>2010-02-28T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:43:16.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, let's see....   Sunday I dragged all my kids to church.  They were having a kids program during the regular time.  I thought the kids would like it more.  But I guess they are still pretty young.  Of course all Sienna wants to do is talk and be in charge.  Having to sit and be quite while other people were in charge was pretty hard for her.  She lives a hard life you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday was BORING!  It snowed.  All. Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday is my day have fun my BFF.  I call it my day off.  We usually shop.  Its fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday is bible study.  I skipped and took a nap instead.  Naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday I went to my mom's store to help out.  Got a lot done.  I am going to try and actually QUILT there next week.  Unless my mom wants me to do something else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday we had to drive into town to get formula... in nasty weather.  But we made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So in short the week was BORING!!!!! But then Saturday came.... My good friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://ruehshouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;April&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; organized a blood drive for a friend.  Her friends daughter needed bone marrow.  So it was a combo blood drove/bone marrow registry drive.  So I towed all my kids there (it was in a daycare so they played while I donated.  April watched them) and signed up.  This was the first time I have donated.  It was interesting.  The questiones they asked were pretty intimate!   Then you have to pass an iron test.  WHich the nurse was 'surprised'.  Why I'm not sure...  Maybe it's the DEEP DARK circles under my eyes!  Hey give me a break I stay home with 3 kids 3 and under!    So then I had to sign up to be a bone marrow donor.  Then I went to give my blood.  Now my veins are deep and they roll.  And when I say they are bad I have stories about needles and IVs that would make your toes curl and run away.  So after giving the poor nurse my pep talk and pointing out the best veins for her she proceeded to get my arm ready.  She wanted to use the vein that always hurts because there is a nerve there.  But it was the best vein I guess. Whatev....  Well, she missed.  Then she poked around.  Hit the nerve about 3 times.  Finally decided to stop.  So they asked if I wanted to try the other arm.  I was like sure....  I'm already here.  While I am thinking about poor April watching my little monsters....  So they tried again.  And they got it!  After a little poking that is.  So they took my blood. It feels good to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8576003793939419370?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8576003793939419370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8576003793939419370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8576003793939419370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8576003793939419370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-week.html' title='The big week'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8184469607166666775</id><published>2010-02-26T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:48:19.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Also</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know since I said I hoped the kids wouldn't need to go to the ER because I was too busy.  Well....  I was there twice.  My dad had to take me there the second time because the roads were so bad!  Randy stayed home with the other 2 kids.  Ruby had RSV and the flu.  And let me tell you.  That RSV stuff is NOT to be messed around with!  Get all info and ASK questions!  I had a lazy Nurse Practitioner ( I don't have anything against NP's by the way, just this one) and I didn't get all the info I should have.  RSV babies NEED to have breathing treatments!!!  I thought Ruby was goig to die the second evening when she woke up from a nap breathing like she just ran a marathon.  I do not panic often, but I did this time.  But we are all healthy and alive now. Oh and Randy got something too.  So that day a couple weeks ago when the world suddenly stopped spining on its axis for approximately 5 seconds it was because of my husband.  Don't worry I set him straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8184469607166666775?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8184469607166666775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8184469607166666775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8184469607166666775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8184469607166666775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-also.html' title='And Also'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1743016152623663066</id><published>2010-02-26T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:46:40.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was reading a book with Lanna (just turned 2) and it was one of those simple books with one word and a picture.  Seeing a picture of grass she repeats me.  And I say "yeah grass, do you remember grass?"  It has been a looooooooooong winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1743016152623663066?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1743016152623663066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1743016152623663066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1743016152623663066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1743016152623663066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/funnies.html' title='The funnies'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8009553938938734110</id><published>2010-02-26T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:30:55.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you want to know!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, so I am a bad blogger!  I have been in the gloomies with this weather.  So her goes another try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So as of today I am a stay at home mom.  I love my kids dearly.  I love that I get to stay home with them.  Do they get on my nerves daily? Yes.  Do I want to sell them sometimes?  Yes!!  But I wouldn't have it any other way.  I spent 5 years with infertility before I got my 3 kids.  I have had some come and go.  But it is ok.  God has a plan.  Maybe he could let me in on it?  Probably not.  But my kids are great kids.  In the times that I have to *gasp* take them ALL to the grocery store.  They are mostly good.  Bribing works wonders!  I am not ashamed of admitting this.  :)  Also thank you nice friendly man that stayed an acceptable distance away, but made sure I got in ok since the parking lot was slippery and I had 2 kids holding ONE of my hands and Ruby in her carseat in the other.  You were very kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8009553938938734110?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8009553938938734110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8009553938938734110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8009553938938734110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8009553938938734110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/everything-you-want-to-know.html' title='Everything you want to know!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4929157413259088035</id><published>2010-02-24T16:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:05:46.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The winter blahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what we have been doing aaaaaalllllll day........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4Whfhpo2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/fVNct8AbQsw/s1600-h/100_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4Whfhpo2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/fVNct8AbQsw/s320/100_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933287728142786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok so we took a break to do cute stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhfP_dI6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/52N0UTlHQ58/s1600-h/100_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhfP_dI6I/AAAAAAAAAB8/52N0UTlHQ58/s320/100_1223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933282987811746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhenaXK0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/epRSbrwOSUM/s1600-h/100_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhenaXK0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/epRSbrwOSUM/s320/100_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933272094812994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we braved the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WheE9W4JI/AAAAAAAAABs/p7pRn_-HR28/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WheE9W4JI/AAAAAAAAABs/p7pRn_-HR28/s320/100_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933262846353554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhdwEmbII/AAAAAAAAABk/qpSnoxN4jro/s1600-h/100_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WhdwEmbII/AAAAAAAAABk/qpSnoxN4jro/s320/100_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441933257239587970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because this is what I have been looking at aaaalllllllllll day........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WgCD_slLI/AAAAAAAAABc/5DxKH3Eng1Y/s1600-h/100_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WgCD_slLI/AAAAAAAAABc/5DxKH3Eng1Y/s320/100_1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441931682039764146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WgBIivplI/AAAAAAAAABM/tQvRRVt4noY/s1600-h/100_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4WgBIivplI/AAAAAAAAABM/tQvRRVt4noY/s320/100_1226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441931666080638546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to run away to Belize.  Yeah that's right.  Belize.  They speak english.  Well, kinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4929157413259088035?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4929157413259088035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4929157413259088035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4929157413259088035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4929157413259088035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-blahs.html' title='The winter blahs'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/S4Whfhpo2cI/AAAAAAAAACE/fVNct8AbQsw/s72-c/100_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6650564920154086256</id><published>2010-02-20T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:26:37.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of mother mary</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of WINTER!  I want sun!  I want warmth!  I want the SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so if you haven't guessed I am done with winter.  Next season please.  I don't care if that means mud and rain.  Anything besides this awful snow and cold and gloom!  I think just about everybody feels the same way around here.  Mother's with small children are slowly going insane.   I can see it in their eyes. Or it could be a reflection of mine......  I sent the kids outside today.  It lasted about 5 minutes.  Maybe.  They came in and were all like "It's c-c-c-c-c-cold"  I called them pansies and sent them back out.  Just kidding.  I sighed and took their boots and coats and mittens and hats off.  And then I sent them downstairs!  Heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6650564920154086256?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6650564920154086256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6650564920154086256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6650564920154086256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6650564920154086256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-love-of-mother-mary.html' title='For the love of mother mary'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8742637571283045807</id><published>2010-02-19T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:44:11.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got some sleep finally!  I had 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep last night.  Well, I still woke up a few times, but that is normal for me.  I snore.  Which is partly due to being over weight.  Which is a whole other blog post and a half....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Direct qoute from Sienna today.  This is before supper.  She was hungry and it had been a bad day for us.  As in she was naughty and I was stuck at home with her all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very dramatic sounding " I am just grouchy and I want to be alone!"  Turns abuptly (hair flying and everything) and stomps to her bedroom and slams the door.  I busted a gut laughing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news, it was nice a sunny today.  Which we really need!  I got the kids around and pushed them outside.  Then I had to go out because our neighbors Pit Bull came over.  Yeah, try to explain to your 2 and 3 yr old that the other dog that comes over is nice, but this one isn't.  And it doesn't help that they are the same color except the pit bull has a little white on his chest.  And just so you know I am not just against pit bulls.  This one really is kinda scary. I need to talk to the neighbors about keeping it in their yard.  I will not hesitate to call the police either.  My kids safety comes first no matter what.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8742637571283045807?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8742637571283045807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8742637571283045807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8742637571283045807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8742637571283045807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep.html' title='SLEEP!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6771407664287247090</id><published>2010-02-07T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:46:52.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be an AUNTIE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK, so I already am one.  But this is on the other side.  My sisters in law are both pregnant and basically due the same day!  Crazy!  One has been trying for a couple years and has PCOS.  So I am SO FREAKING excited for her!!!   The other has been trying for a little while too.  So I'm glad that she does not have any problems.  I'm so excited because I get to buy more baby stuff!  I LOVE buying baby stuff.  I can't wait!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other NON exciting news....  I made chicken and dumplings and creamy potato soup for lunch today.  Everybody is coming over for lunch.  Well, traditionally my sister and her clan and my mom and dad come over after church.  Today just a few are coming due to sickness EVERYWHERE!  My kids my sister's kids....  ME!  BLAH!  Oh well, that is the way it goes.Oh and I made brownies.  Yeah, you heard me.  Homemade brownies!  I love baking and cooking, but I rarely have time.  This morning I put a movie on and the kids have left me alone.  Gotta love the TV babysitter!  :)  Which reminds I can't wait for summer so the kids aren't cooped up all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And other news that is mostly exciting.....  My mom is opening a quilting store!  She is getting everything in this week.  I am planning on going up there alot this week helping.  I am going to take a lot of pictures so maybe I will post some here.  We have to scan all her material and notions in this week before she opens.  So hopefully non of the kds will get sicker and need to go the hospital!  I don't have time!!!  JK.....kinda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6771407664287247090?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6771407664287247090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6771407664287247090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6771407664287247090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6771407664287247090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-gonna-be-auntie.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be an AUNTIE!!!!'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8974718297711784545</id><published>2010-02-01T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:24:04.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I thought of a funny</title><content type='html'>I was attempting to make coffee this morning.  I am still pretty tired and we had my sister's little one here last night.  And of course Randy left me to get all 4 kids up and breakfast.  Two out of the three kids that wear diapers were ummm....shall we say not an easy clean up.  And then this ensues - "I want Daddy's cereal.  I want milk.  I like daddy's cereal.  I want cereal and milk"  From Sienna who by all means NEVER STOPS TALKING!  So I finally got all the kids their cereal and I decided that I thought to myself "Why do I not have coffee in my hands?"  So I got the beans out and of course had to wash the French press first.  Got the grinder out and put the beans in the French press. I'll let you think about that for a minute....... Then I went "oh CRAP!!!"  And of course the french press was wet so I had to get a spatula to get the beans out ans put them in the grinder.  Loosing half of them in the mean time.  The beans are wet now and stick to the grinder....  But in the end I got my cup of coffee just in time to fight Lanna for it.  Yes, she likes coffee.  A girl after my own heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8974718297711784545?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8974718297711784545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8974718297711784545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8974718297711784545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8974718297711784545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-i-thought-of-funny.html' title='Ok I thought of a funny'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5244874087008962436</id><published>2010-01-31T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:38:37.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, I don't have any funnies.  But I can say lack of sleep makes you psycho.  And I will leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have my sister's little one today and tonight.  The rest of them are going to Great Wolf lodge.  Lucky dogs!  We will have to go up there some day.  They were going for Cody's birthday.  When he woke up ths morning he had croup.  :(  Poor guy.  I hope he has fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sienna spent the night at my mom's last night.  I wonder how it went.  She is not a good sleeper even here.  She gets up ALL night because she has to "go to the bathroom".   And she goes to bed like that too.  She is by far our worst sleeper.  Even Ruby sleeps better then her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5244874087008962436?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5244874087008962436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5244874087008962436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5244874087008962436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5244874087008962436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-funnies.html' title='Not funnies'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1714338760261970939</id><published>2010-01-30T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:19:37.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait... what?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK since I haven't posted anything in forever...again.... I am just going to pick up the week like I have been posting left and right.  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So this week was pretty crazy as always.  I got an email from a family in another state that I visited a couple years ago.  LOVED IT!  I went to Honduras with a few people from that area.  I miss it so much.  Ever since I had kids I have not been able to go.  I have either been pregnant, just got a baby, or just had a baby.  I keep saying next year....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ruby got a fever.  No other symptoms.  And so far nobody else is sick.  Crossing my fingers that it stays that way!   She was enough to handle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to be in a wedding this summer.  Yes, you heard right.  It is going to be in July and outside.  That means I better start tanning or the planes will crash the wedding because they are blinded by my white legs.   Also I will be standing next to 2 younger blind skinny size 4 chicks.  I'll let that sink in a little.  Ok, moving on, I tried on bridesmaid dresses today with them.  I am going to stick out like a sore thumb.  I am short, black hair, and not skinny.  Le sigh.  BUT I love my friend and I will do it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1714338760261970939?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1714338760261970939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1714338760261970939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1714338760261970939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1714338760261970939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-what.html' title='Wait... what?!?!?'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3454726570408708824</id><published>2010-01-21T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:00:05.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikiqoute</title><content type='html'>Truth is always strange;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger than fiction. &lt;p&gt;-Lord Byron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord Byron was an anglo-Scottish poet and a leading figure in Romanticism.  I like the qoute.  Its pretty accurate if you think about it.....&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/254728367702170085-3454726570408708824?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3454726570408708824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3454726570408708824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3454726570408708824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3454726570408708824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/wikiqoute.html' title='Wikiqoute'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8856590705949004614</id><published>2010-01-21T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:51:33.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TMI Tuesdays?!!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did the time go!  OK here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On what occasion do you lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't lie very much.  It just gets back to you in a bad sort of way.  When I was a teenager I lied alot.  Mostly to my parents.  Of course thats about 90% of the teenage population!  :)  But I didn't like it.  So I changed my ways and held to the truth.  They only time that I lie is when good manners dictates it.  Or when Randy asks who ate all the chocolate....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8856590705949004614?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8856590705949004614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8856590705949004614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8856590705949004614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8856590705949004614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/tmi-tuesdays.html' title='TMI Tuesdays?!!?!?!?'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2016106806697899965</id><published>2010-01-18T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:57:13.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the word</title><content type='html'>So for my google word for the day I chose my name.  Very interesting.  There were more of me then I thought!  I need to buy more hats I guess.....  There is a very popular one in Californa.  She leads a very interesting life by the looks of it.  But not me.  Then I found me!  And my hometown.  Which then I put into a whitepages site and got my address!  Gee I hope I don't have any stalkers out there.  Maybe I should be locking more doors around here..... Nah, my dog would annihilate them the second they hit the door.  But at any rate, be careful what you put out there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go someone is knocking at my door.... JK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2016106806697899965?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2016106806697899965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2016106806697899965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2016106806697899965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2016106806697899965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/word.html' title='the word'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-142608262306660627</id><published>2010-01-17T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:24:54.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to try something new. I am going to make each day of the week a theme.  Then I will have something to write about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday- The funnies from the previous week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monday- Google word for the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesday- TMI Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday- Wiki Wednesdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday- Crazy cat lady talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday- Everything you want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday- the week in review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK so there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-142608262306660627?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/142608262306660627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=142608262306660627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/142608262306660627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/142608262306660627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7722923401991492174</id><published>2010-01-16T18:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:46:51.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cruddy crud</title><content type='html'>We all went through the crud around here.  I am at the end fianlly.  Sienna and Lanna are to the end I hope.  But I think we have another contestant- Ruby.  So we will see how it goes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and her gang all got the stomach flu.  I am crossing my index fingers and hissing at them for the next 3 weeks.  I HATE the stomach flu!  Atthough I think maybe Ruby gave it to them.....  So maybe we are safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every since school started it has been constant rud around these parts. And my kids aren't even in school!  I can't imagine what is to come next year!  sigh......  One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7722923401991492174?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7722923401991492174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7722923401991492174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7722923401991492174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7722923401991492174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/cruddy-crud.html' title='The cruddy crud'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-828645646530800406</id><published>2010-01-16T18:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:40:27.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The gang</title><content type='html'>Well I've decided that there really is no harm now of names being said on here.  I will probably not say names of any foster kids though.  So I will lay out the name roster for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot - my husband, Randy&lt;br /&gt;Me- Leslie&lt;br /&gt;BAB- Sienna, my oldest.&lt;br /&gt;LM-Lanna, middle (for now:)&lt;br /&gt;LC- Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is that.  I may mention other names as I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-828645646530800406?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/828645646530800406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=828645646530800406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/828645646530800406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/828645646530800406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/gang.html' title='The gang'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4599465571578492027</id><published>2010-01-16T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:29:52.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funnies</title><content type='html'>SIenna was trying to tell Randy what to do one morning.  The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;Sienna- You put that cereal in my bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Randy- Whoa!  Who tells daddy what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Sienna- (with out hesitation) Mommy&lt;br /&gt;Me- smothering peels of laughter in the chair behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen on a FB status- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;A fact of life:  After Monday and Tuesday even the calendar says...W T F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4599465571578492027?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4599465571578492027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4599465571578492027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4599465571578492027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4599465571578492027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/funnies.html' title='The Funnies'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3315042629680714995</id><published>2010-01-12T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:39:27.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!!!  (revisited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have missed bloggy land!  So many times I have said "I should put that on my blog."  But then everytime I sit down I have a baby, child and/or FOOD in my hand.  But I found a moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I have learned this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. I can change a diaper in the dark.  (not poopy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. LOVE nap/bed time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Being puked on is better then changing and cleaning 3 sheets a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. I am addicted to farmville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. drive through pharmacies are the BOMB.  (yeah you read write... the BOMB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6.Putting Dora on the TV downstairs = very much peace and quiet upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I LOVE my baby sitter/housekeeper.  She does my laundry.  Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Children's cold medicine works just as good if you take double the dose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. I am in favor of no more Christmas parties during nap time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.  I despise dieting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you have it.  My 12 days of the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3315042629680714995?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3315042629680714995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3315042629680714995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3315042629680714995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3315042629680714995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-alive-revisited.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!!!  (revisited)'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-481203770567791379</id><published>2009-11-10T16:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:53:12.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, its happened.  BAB has found the all powerful Dora the Explorer.  She is in love.  I am not.  BUT she thanks me everytime I go downstairs and put her Dora movies on so that I can get a little peace and quiet.  I love it!  Which would be to say that it is a love/hate relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-481203770567791379?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/481203770567791379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=481203770567791379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/481203770567791379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/481203770567791379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dora.html' title='Dora'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5546987197634129071</id><published>2009-11-09T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:56:11.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I flunked my diet yesterday.  But I am back on track today..... so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; LC is 12 weeks old today.  The time goes by so quickly.  She is sleeping through the night now.  Hence the being able to write more since I am not haggardly tired!  LM is going to turn 2 in about the 2 months! I can't believe it!  BAB is a typical 3 yr old.  She is growing up so fast.  Her face is looking more like a little girl and not a toddler.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LM and I were sick yesterday.  We both had a fever and nothing else.  This morning however my throat hurt.  But I am guessing that it is from the new Plug In that I used.  I am sensitive to smells.  That makes me sound so dainty......:)  I'm not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5546987197634129071?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5546987197634129071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5546987197634129071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5546987197634129071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5546987197634129071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/11/news.html' title='The news'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5559311812678634492</id><published>2009-11-08T15:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:39:32.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I got this from a forward.  I thought it was funny.  I had to pass it on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;MOTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;Real Mothers don't eat quiche;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;They don't have time to make it.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I make it.... before the kids get up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; are probably in the sandbox. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Its true this happens to me all the time.  No matter how many times I say not to bring them down there.  They are sneaky little devils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers often have sticky floors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; filthy ovens and happy kids.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I don't know if I have ever cleaned my oven.... wait last christmas I dumped some apple pie on it.  I believe I cleaned it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers know that dried play dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;doesn't come out of carpets.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I am of those weird mothers that don't let there kids play with play dough inside.  It makes me have panic attacks. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers don't want to know what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;the vacuum just sucked up.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I got a dyson for my birthday.  Love it!  But I also have to see what is being vacuumed.  And with 1 husky mix and a long haired cat it is just disgusting.  I can't vacuum in front of people.  I break out in hives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;And get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.'  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've never heard that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;Real Mothers know that a child's growth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; is not measured by height or years or grade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Awwww....  My kids still call me mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I LOVE MY KIDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/254728367702170085-5559311812678634492?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5559311812678634492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5559311812678634492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5559311812678634492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5559311812678634492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-moms.html' title='Real moms'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3999266422625269146</id><published>2009-11-08T15:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:28:38.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thee ultimate screw up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, it happened.  I was asked if I was getting excited about my baby being born.  And I had to tell her she was born in Aug. already.  I was mortified.  And I cried.  So I have gained a lot of weight. I actually have lost some, but I haven't been doing that good on my diet.  And also I just sat here and ate about 3 handfuls of chocolate chips.  I just don't have time to work out!  But I have been doing the south beach diet.  I would like to loose at least 65 lbs.  That leaves me with more then I weighed before I got married still......  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3999266422625269146?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3999266422625269146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3999266422625269146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3999266422625269146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3999266422625269146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/11/thee-ultimate-screw-up.html' title='Thee ultimate screw up'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4992703259537302202</id><published>2009-11-02T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:52:22.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppp.    I should be sleeping, but I'm not.  The oldest girls are napping and LC is at my mom's house.  I am not sleeping.  After the kids went to bed I had to make myself some lunch.  And then I decided to try and take a snoozer.  The phone rang.  I didn't answer.  I settled back down.  The phone rang again.  It was my sister.  I answered and gave up the nap.  Le sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4992703259537302202?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4992703259537302202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4992703259537302202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4992703259537302202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4992703259537302202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6291999973558242430</id><published>2009-09-27T09:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:08:30.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I am officially on the road to loosing weight.  I am counting calories and doing a diabetic.  How exciting.....  It is the easiest way for me and I feel like it helps me in the long run.  I have done it before and lost a bunch of weight.  Then after I stoped trying to loose weight it didn't come back like some diets because I wasn't eating weird stuff.  It taught me to eat the right things and when.  So why you ask am I loosing weight if I didn't gain?  Because apperently that goes down like a lead balloon when you are pregnant.  At least that is my excuse.... :)  I actually don't know how much I weigh now but I am sure I could loose at least 50 lbs.  UGH.  I really wish I had time to go to the gym.  Some day.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6291999973558242430?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6291999973558242430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6291999973558242430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6291999973558242430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6291999973558242430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/diet.html' title='The diet'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4650336422950693185</id><published>2009-09-22T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:01:21.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a babysitter/nanny come every Tuesday to watch the kids.  I LOVE HER!!!   She does my laundry.  She cleans my floors.  She does my dishes.  She watches my crazy kids.  AND today she made a sour cream coffee cake that I started yesterday but didn't have time to finish.  (AKA got butter out and that was it...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4650336422950693185?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4650336422950693185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4650336422950693185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4650336422950693185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4650336422950693185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/best.html' title='the best'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8289052560298622244</id><published>2009-09-14T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:40:01.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uppers and lowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, LC has to get an upper GI.  She has acid reflux and is having problems breathing after she eats due to the reflux.  The Upper GI will see if there is anything else going on that is causing the problem.  Hoopefully we will have some answers.  I am wondering if there is something that I am eating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am at my wits end with BAB.  She is sooooo loud and whiny.  She never stops talking.  She tries to boss EVERYBODY around.  Including me.  She acts like she is LM's mother and tells her everything to do.  Yes, she is the oldest.  But this is seriously out of control.  And if she throws one more fit today I am going to make her stay in her room for the rest of the day.  I am so sick of this stage.......  May it end FAST!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8289052560298622244?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8289052560298622244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8289052560298622244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8289052560298622244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8289052560298622244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/uppers-and-lowers.html' title='Uppers and lowers'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8165077027838975524</id><published>2009-09-11T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:29:01.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloppy Joe...kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put 2 recipes together to make this.  It turned out really good.  I am by no means an excellent cook.  However, I do make a good supper when I feel like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pizza Sloppy joes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 lbs. ground beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 lb sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 cups swiss cheese shredded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pizza sauce  (enough to make sloppy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opt. pizza mix in's- mushrooms, green peppers, onions, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cook the sausage and gr beef together.  Drain.  Add mix in's and sauce.  Add the cheese is last minute.  I also froze some in my family size portions.  It worked out well!  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8165077027838975524?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8165077027838975524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8165077027838975524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8165077027838975524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8165077027838975524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/sloppy-joekinda.html' title='Sloppy Joe...kinda'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7108405372645071379</id><published>2009-09-11T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:57:09.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaalllllll  by my seeeeeeelf.....</title><content type='html'>Ok that was lame....  I don't even know who sings that.... Ok I just googled it.  Eric Carmen.  Never heard of him.  Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you haven't guessed yet, Pilot is gone for the weekend.  So I am, as stated before, all by myself.  I think I will be ok.  So far not to bad.  LC takes a pretty good nap in the morning.  Then she will prolly wake up when I am trying to get the gets lunch of course!  But we will have to work ourselves into a groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loaded the dishwasher and started it, vacuumed, and started a batch of chocolate chip cookies.  The kids are dressed and fed.  I am contemplating on weather to get the fall clothes out.  The kids need the next size for sure.  LM's little belly is starting to stick out!  I am going to have to find some pants that fit BAB.  Her 2t pants fit length wise, but are to tight in the waist.  Maybe I will have to invest in a good seamstress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are doing pretty good with LC.  LM wants to hold her all the time and BAB wants to mother her.  So I have to hold them off with a stick.  Both are jealous and want me to hold them too.  Which is quite hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to can a bunch of stuff this year if I can.  I want some more tomatoes.  Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://cargoofjoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Taiya&lt;/a&gt; I have some already!  She was nice enough to can some for me!  So even if I don't have time to do more I have a few. I would like to do some applesauce, peaches, and freeze some corn.  I think corn season around here is almost done though.  I might be to late.  Oh well, I got a baby instead and that is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sheila puked yesterday.  Pilot was so kind as to clean it for me.  However, he used a concentrated cleaner on the carpet.  It stinks.  Sigh....  I have a bottle all set up for use.   I have all the windows open trying to get the smell out.  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7108405372645071379?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7108405372645071379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7108405372645071379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7108405372645071379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7108405372645071379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/09/aaaaaaaalllllll-by-my-seeeeeeelf.html' title='Aaaaaaaalllllll  by my seeeeeeelf.....'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-182909395911244618</id><published>2009-08-29T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:54:32.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You guessed it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had the baby!!!  HAHA...  Little Cutie was not bigger then LM as it turned out.  LM was 7lbs. 7oz. and LC was 7lbs 8oz.  both 20 inches long!  HAHA!!  Long story short I was suppposed to have a c section at noon and went into labor at 1:30 in the morning.  Hard contractions 2 then 1 minute apart.  They wouldn't do the c section at 2:30 in the morning when I got there and so I had to wait until 11:15 when they finally took pity on me and did it.  They did gave me something to stop the contractions but it really didn't work.  It kinda did but not really.  It stopped them for about a half hour, but then they came back.  But all was well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-182909395911244618?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/182909395911244618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=182909395911244618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/182909395911244618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/182909395911244618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-guessed-it.html' title='You guessed it'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5439740497458769195</id><published>2009-08-12T02:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:12:35.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My C Section is next Monday!!!!   So excited.  I think this baby is going to fall right on out.  I am pretty sure she is going to be bigger then LM was.  Glad this one is a C Section for sure.  It takes the waiting out of the picture.  Although I get a lot of funny looks when I tell them that I am having my baby a certain day.  Then I have to explain  that it is a c section and blah blah blah....Whatever...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am up in the middle of the night because Pilot decided not to go to bed when I did.  Which is fine.  But then is loud and wakes me up before he goes to bed.  Then I have to go to the bathroom.  Then Sheila decides that she is going to whine at my bedside because she needs to go outside which Pilot has oh so nicely already went to sleep.  So I have to get up and let the dog out.  Then wait.  While I am waiting BAB starts crying and comes out of the bedroom..... for no reason but to cry.  Sent her back to bed.  Then I got hungry so I made a snack.  Maybe an hour later I will get back to sleep.  UGH.  I better get used it though.  Pretty soon I will be up with night feedings.  Hopefully more sleeping during the day will occur then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5439740497458769195?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5439740497458769195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5439740497458769195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5439740497458769195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5439740497458769195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-up.html' title='Coming up'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8702050209514538130</id><published>2009-08-01T17:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:56:03.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am trying to get as much stuff done as I can before the baby is born.  Although I have stopped doing a lot of walking stuff.  Like zoos and shopping....:( But I am still busy!  I have doctors appt.,  visiting with friends, open houses, family reunions, and just plain craziness!  But I am glad because it passes the time so well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also I am so very proud of myself for not going to fast food the last couple of nights.  I have just not wanted to do anything, but I made myself get something around for dinner both nights.  Tonight was chedder brats, fried potatoes, and broccoli.  HAHA.  At least it was edible!  And it had a veggie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pilot has been gone since Thursday and will not be back until Wednesday.  It is going to be a loooooong week!  But I am prepared.  I even have somebody coming over on Tuesday to watch the kids while I get out.  And then on the last day somebody is coming out to make jam with me.  OK, well she is going to make jam and I am going to watch.....heehee.  AND then, Pilot is going to take the girls camping Thurs.-Sunday.  WAHOO!!!!  It is just about an hour away.  His family always goes there every year.  I am not interested at all.  I hate it every year.  All they do is ride bikes and its usually boring.  Now that I have the kids I get stuck with them all the time because he is out riding bikes.  So I said no camping for me!  HAHA!  I might go out a day like I did the last couple of times.  That isn't so bad.  I can leave when I want to.  Maybe I will kidnap...uh... I mean snag one of the sister in laws.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8702050209514538130?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8702050209514538130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8702050209514538130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8702050209514538130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8702050209514538130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8444649986312534276</id><published>2009-07-27T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:02.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooooooooong week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well today was the first day in a week that the kids and I did not have something going.  Which means no family that doesn't get to see them but once a year and there fore 'must' spoil them.  And no grandparents.  And no more fun.  Because mean mama is 10 months preggo and has had it with winey, bossy children.  No you can not tell your sister what to day.  No you can just do whatever you feel like.  No you can't scream and somebody will take pity on you and pick you immediately.  That went all day........  They went to bed early.  They are lucky they didn't go to bed 30 minutes after they woke up.  If I had to say stop wineing one more time today I thought I might have to bang my head against the wall.  It was insanity!  Did I also mention that Pilot is off riding a bike ALL day today.  He gets to do something fun for him while I have to pick up the pieces that he let go while they were camping.  UGH.  Ok so I am a little irritated right now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8444649986312534276?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8444649986312534276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8444649986312534276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8444649986312534276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8444649986312534276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/looooooooooong-week.html' title='Looooooooooong week'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1275663458341973842</id><published>2009-07-22T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:38:49.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The garage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;......is clean!!!!!!   YAY!!!!!  Pilot cleaned it and did 'man things' while I sat in a comfy chair and pointed. It was fun.  I'm not lazy really.  I just can't lift heavy things while 9  months preggo!  Which is a handy little excuse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to the fair so BAB can ride on rides.  I am pretty sure LM will not be able to.  Although she is tall for her age.  At her 18month check up today she was in the 85th percentile for height.  Which in my family is crazy.  Pilot's family is tall though.  She is going to pass me by the time she is 5 yrs old I'm sure.  I am meeting my sister and her kids.  My friend is camping there so we are meeting her there to hang out, eat fair food (which I'm sure she is sick of!!!), and ride the rides.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pilot is taking the kids camping this weekend at his grandparents.  They have a fifth wheel that is parked in the drive way.  It is going to be a big family campout.  I, however, am going to be going up for the day on Friday.  I am NOT going to be sleeping in a camper bed.  I am just not going to do that this summer.  I will next summer I'm sure.....  They leave tomorrow.  I will have peace and quiet.  I will not know what to do.   Oh wait, I will sleep!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1275663458341973842?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1275663458341973842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1275663458341973842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1275663458341973842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1275663458341973842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/garage.html' title='The garage'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-642699535225305605</id><published>2009-07-21T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:17:15.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not really sure what this means, but I just leaned over my porch and picked a weed.  It was that tall.  I am so sad!  I love my flowers, but I just can't weed this summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-642699535225305605?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/642699535225305605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=642699535225305605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/642699535225305605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/642699535225305605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeds.html' title='Weeds'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6417565703873551940</id><published>2009-07-20T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:22:28.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So today I went to GG's house to have lunch.  We went to Red Robbin.  It was great.  I hate the steak sliders and parm/garlic fries.  YUMMO!  All was going well.  I had about 3 drinks (diet coke of course!) and we were sitting there talking about what to do.  GG says well we could go see Harry potter.  I was "ok, why not."  So we head back to the theater.  We get there and the movie starts at 12:30 and my clock says 12:35.  We decided we would go anyways.  So we go in and I say "Harry Potter please"  He (very young and slightly attractive) says 12:30.  (not like a question.) So I'm like thinking to myself 'Good Lord that is a lot for a movie.'  So I start getting my purse for the money and GG says "yes, the 12:30 show."  I was like 'Oh, duh'  So I pay the guy 5 bucks and smile like an idiot.  I go to the bathroom because I just drank 3 sodas and I know I will have to go another 3 times before the movie is over.  GG goes to the bathroom as well and we look for the right theater.  We find the one that says Harry Potter and walk in.  Its already started so we start walking.  Then the guy who already thinks I am an idiot scares the crap out of us and whispers behind us that we are in the wrong theater.  That poor guy by now has lost all hope for womankind by now.  I am sure of it.  So he points us in the right direction and walks away snickering.  I then have to go to the bathroom 3 more times during the movie and of course every time I panic that I am not going to walk into the same on again.  But I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the movie we head back to GG's house.  I stop at a red light and wait for it to turn green.  It does so and I start going.  THEN I see a police motorcycle with its lights on RIGHT behind me.  I was like "What did I do!!!!!?!?!?!?!?  He comes to the window and asks "How are you ladies doing today?"  I looked up at the nice respectable cop and say "Well, I was having a good day!".  Then I gave him a BIG smile.  He was a very nice cop and laughed.  He asked me if I new if my tabs were expired if I just hadn't put them on.  I said I didn't know because it was my husbands job.   HAHAHA.  He let me go though.  He was a nice cop.  After all that we are about to GG's house and there is contsruction going on.  There is a whole lane missing and they are digging a deep deep dark hole instead.  I am slowly going through and happen to look to my right and see 2 older gentleman parked in there hooverounds WATCHING the construction!  Like it is the highlight of there poor little day!  I could not help but laugh.  I felt really bad for them, but it was soooo funny!  So thus ending my little adventure with GG.  I made it home safe and sound with no more incident.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6417565703873551940?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6417565703873551940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6417565703873551940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6417565703873551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6417565703873551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-adventure.html' title='My little adventure'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5893397825344290066</id><published>2009-07-20T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:15:57.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had fun!  It was wonderful weather and the sun was out!  We went to the big water.  (Lake Michigan) and had a blast.  BAB got so cold however that she had full body shivers for a half in hour.  But she is a drama queen and of course the Aunties babied as per her wishes.  They wrapped her in 3 towels and baked her in the sun.  We all walked away with minor sunburns even after we applied sunscreen.  I got some pretty funny looks with my big belly!  It was a very fun day for sure.  Of course the uncles played in the sand with them and buried each other.... The uncles that is.  Boys.... they never grow up!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5893397825344290066?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5893397825344290066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5893397825344290066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5893397825344290066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5893397825344290066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/beach.html' title='The beach'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2552992617778159191</id><published>2009-07-18T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:27:43.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I found the outfits I bought to take to the hospital for the new baby.  I couldn't find them anywhere.  I finally went on a rampage and found them in a completely weird place.  But I found them.  YAY!!!!  And I went to the mall to get a nice outfit for me to wear in the hospital.  And then to get the various other small things I needed.  SO I can finally pack my overnight bag.  Have I yet?  No....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also need to stock up on diapers, wipes, blah, blah, blah.  That can wait a couple more weeks though.  Unless I go in labor early which I doubt.  But one can hope!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to the beach tomorrow.  Yes, that is right....  At 9 months preggo I am going to the beach.  I am going to wear my bathing suit and I don't care that my legs are hideously white (oh that reminds me I have to shave tonight) and cellulite.  Ok, so I do.  But I am not going to let that bring me down.  Hopefully there will not be alot of people.  And if there is well there won't be after I get there..... Heehee.  I am going to be meeting my sisters in law and friends there.  It will be fun.  The kids are going to have LOTS of fun.  I really want to ty and pack in as much as I can before the baby is born because once she is here it is done for me for the summer.  So lots of pictures of the kids.  Everybody is on strict orders to NOT take my picture.  Unless I am behind a HUGE A$$ umbrella or in the water up to my neck.  HAHA.  Ok, there will be few exceptions..... a few....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to clean my van out for tomorrow.  YUCK.  Its really not that bad...... OK so it is.  I need to vacuum and everything.  But I am going to do it tonight and pack it all up so all we have to do is get dressed and go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a new phone.  YAY!  My old one hasn't worked right since..... prolly a year ago.  This one is purple.  WOOT!  And has a slide so I can text easier.  WOOT! WOOT!  Its awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok so that is thee extent of my exciting week.  HAHA.  Ok so not really, but you get the idea....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2552992617778159191?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2552992617778159191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2552992617778159191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2552992617778159191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2552992617778159191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/lots-going-on.html' title='Lots going on'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-967074027892636791</id><published>2009-07-12T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:46:30.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping is not for panty wastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I made it through the day.  AND I even had fun.  It wasn't that bad.  It wasn't hot for the most part.  Or humid.  My feet did swell, but not too bad.  The kids were not bad for the most part either. But I am soooooooooo glad we are home.  Camping is fine in small doses for now.  Maybe more later.  We'll see......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-967074027892636791?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/967074027892636791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=967074027892636791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/967074027892636791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/967074027892636791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-is-not-for-panty-wastes.html' title='Camping is not for panty wastes'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3967726337163224460</id><published>2009-07-12T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:15:01.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Against the rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to go against my better judgment and go the campground to have lunch.  My sister and fam are their camping and my mom said we would go over there for lunch.  I am not happy about it and yes, I know, I can so no.  But then I would be spoiled and bratty....  So I am going.  At 9 months preggo and 2 small kids to run after there better be some good food.  I will prolly drive seperate so I can just go when I want.  I am already the family nazi b****.  So it really doesn't matter anymore. Last year I went with a 3 month old a 5 month old and a 2 year old.  It was oure torture.  I was at my wits end.  Pilot was off biking so it was not as if I could just go.  It was awful.  I was hot.  The kids were hot.  The kids were naughty.  BAB neeeded a nap and I was about ready to tape her to the bed.  My sister was about ready to have a panic attack because she can't handle stress.  It was just bad.  I am scarred for life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I just have to point out that I do NOT mind camping.  When I have no more diapers to change and no more put-everything-in-my-mouthers then I will be HAPPY to go.  Also not being pregnant would be another rule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least it is not going to be that hot today.  Well, high of 70's which feels like 85 to me with my little build in heater.  I would not even attempt it if it was any hotter.  I just wouldn't.  I'm kicking myself for saying I would go already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3967726337163224460?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3967726337163224460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3967726337163224460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3967726337163224460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3967726337163224460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/against-rules.html' title='Against the rules'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3626578251103785353</id><published>2009-07-11T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:28:57.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not too much exciting has gone on this week.  I had a garage sale again.  It was kind of a dud.  But we had someone come in a couple hours before we closed and said she would buy the rest of the stuff as a lump sum.  So we took her up on it.  The garage sale was actually at a friends house.  So I left all that up to her.  So I am not really sure how that ended up.  So I actually might have made a few dollars.....  We will see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have 5 more weeks until my scheduled c section.  I am sooooo ready now though.  I was having mild contractions a few weeks ago, but they went away.  Its a little too early for that anyways.  In another week if I go into labor they will just do the c section.  YAY!!!  But I am not counting on it.  I'm sure this baby will be the same as LM.  Late.  Oh well.  I will live. Just like every other pregnant woman has before me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have my pregnany hives back in full force again.  BUT I am taking the dandelion herbs and using Pine Tar soap..... again.  It actually seems to be helping.  I feel so pretty after using that soap.  It remminds me off charcoal for some reason.  It really makes me feel so feminine.   NOT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My feet are swelling....  Yuck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The kids are doing well.  They are loving being able to play outside.   Pilot just made them a swing set.  So they can swing and such.  No slide yet.  These kids are soooooooooo spoiled.  We have a kiddie pool (complete with small slide to go in it), climbing play place with slide, another small slide, bubble mower, 3 balls, sprinkler lady bug, sprinkler ball (huge), another play house set, sand box, swing set, and a while 12 acres plus a lake to play on.  AND they are bored!  AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  And that is just the stuff outside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAB is putting everything in her mouth again.  It is a constant battle.  She is 3 YEARS OLD!!!!!  Why do I have to tell my 3 yr old to stop putting random things in her mouth.  I'm talking weird things here.  Like wood chips and stones.  But also everything inbetween.  Plastic lizards, spoons(and I mean she chews on them randomly through out the day if she finds them), and general random toys that seem 'chewable'.  And for some reason she thinks straws are for chewing.  sigh.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it that a closed screen door is like a magnet for kids to run right into.  My nephews ran into it at least twice each in a 10 minute time.  That must be one strong screen door is all I got to say. And also next time I am going to set up a video camera.  That was freaking hilarious stuff.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3626578251103785353?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3626578251103785353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3626578251103785353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3626578251103785353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3626578251103785353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomness-again.html' title='randomness again'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8756864183367878930</id><published>2009-07-05T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:05:21.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, we had friends.  We had family.  Now I want to slip into a very nice coma for about 24 hours.  That should do it.  Those pesky kids won't join me though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8756864183367878930?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8756864183367878930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8756864183367878930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8756864183367878930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8756864183367878930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th.html' title='The 4th'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2579110124349256722</id><published>2009-07-01T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:08:41.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Times at the B Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LM has this thing were when she gets mad she will stop breathing.  As in she will do that cry thing that babies do, but waits until she can only lay limp and do shallow breathes until she catches her breath. Well Pilot decided that she was going to sit in her chair and not stand while she was eatting.  This made her really mad.  And she did her thing.  Well, she completely passed out.  At this point I am panicing because I don't know if she passed out or if she had a peice of food stuck in her air way.  So I start wacking her.  Not sure wat happened but she started crying and I knew she was atleast breathing.  She cried for a while and then we put her front of the TV and she forgot all about it.  The TV(and before you get all 'ahhhh' about the TV, it was a baby DVD) is good for something I guess. Scariest moment so far this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2579110124349256722?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2579110124349256722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2579110124349256722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2579110124349256722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2579110124349256722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/07/scary-times-at-b-ranch.html' title='Scary Times at the B Ranch'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-9219746808841893252</id><published>2009-06-25T12:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:52:39.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So after 2 and a half years that we have had BAB I still have to deal with stuff from her past.  BAB still has what I call a food obsession.  I wouldn't exactly say that it is in the area of full on food hoarding, but it is close.  If BAB sees food she is literally obsessed with it.  She can not think of anything else until she has that food.  If it is not available at the time she will sit and watch until it is.  She will scream and throw a fit.  She will beg.  She will ask until I finally say go to your room.  And her eyes NEVER stray from the food.  I was hoping that this would disappear as time went by.  Not so lucky.  I would not say that it was worse, but it is always there.  Just differently as time goes by.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAB went to Vacation Bible School last night for the first time.  She came home that night and spit up.  I don't mean she puked.  It was like her stomach was literally just gushing out of her mouth.   So now I have to figure out a polite way to tell the nice VBS workers to not over feed\water my daughter.  I don't want to, but I have to.  I don't want them to feel bad.  I don't want them to think I am mad at them.  Because honestly, if a 3 year old was asking me for a drink I would say "sure, its just water!'  But for her she will drink until she is sick.  She has no shut off.  The adult has to be the shut off.  YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-9219746808841893252?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9219746808841893252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=9219746808841893252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9219746808841893252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9219746808841893252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-side.html' title='the other side'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-374158782008351945</id><published>2009-06-20T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:33:06.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girl's were driving me crazy this morning.  All they did all morning was pick, pick, pick.  LM has found her scream.  And uses it often.  Especially when BAB is 'bugging' her.  AKA-BAB knows how and will do anything to bug her.  So after 2 hours of this nonstop headache inducing crap I sent them outside in the cold, wet, windy morning.  Yes, you read right.  I was sick of listening to them.  Actually it worked.  I went out and read a book and they got out and played in the mud puddles.  After lunch I put them to bed.  I took a nap.  And then it started all over again.  sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am contemplating  trying to see if LM will potty train.  I think she could and I have heard that at 18 months it is possible.  I don't know.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am half watching a Min Pin.  This thing is half the size of my cat and as dumb as a box of rocks.  Ok, so its not that dunb, but it isn't the smartest dog around.  At least if half comes when you call it.  Most of the time she just stands and looks at you like 'What?'.   Oh well.  My mom is actually watching it.  I am just watching it today and had it yesterday a little.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just read My Sister's Keeper.  If you haven't read it and want to stop reading this post!  I was NOT expecting that in the end.  Wow.  What a sad story.  The whole time I wanted to slap the mom.  But the ending is what really cooked it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This day can not get over fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-374158782008351945?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/374158782008351945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=374158782008351945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/374158782008351945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/374158782008351945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-794959437762283157</id><published>2009-06-16T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:58:15.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>old faithful..... or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We had to put an invisible fence up for Sheila.  After we moved I was really hoping that she would behave better.  She always comes when she is called.  But she is REALLY protective of me and the kids.  If the neighbor is out she will be aggressive and run up to him.  And it is typically the guys.  Then she started running out to the road and barking and chasing bicyclists.  SO we finally had to surrender and put the invisible fence back up.  This fence will warn her audibly with a beeb and then give her a little shock if she tries to go over.  ( I have tried it.  Its really not that bad. But apparently dogs really don't like it)  I don't think that she would ever really bite a person, but she nips at them to try and herd them.  She is a herding dog.  It is her instinct.  So when my nephews come I have to put her in a kennel or something so that she doesn't try to herd them.  I do it because that is what a good owner does.  I don't like that I have to 'protect' my nephews.  Really it mostly scares everybody because she is so aggressive looking and sounding.  I'm really not sure to the extent that she would go.  Although it does make me feel better knowing that if I or the kids was ever in real danger she would be there to protect me or the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was put to the test last week.  Pilot had the kids on our boardwalk that literally goes 500ft through some marshiness and out to our dock.  He had taken them for a boat ride and was on his way back.  Sheila was uber pissed because she could not go past the invisible line and had been barking the whole time.  BAB decided that she was going to jump to a board prolly 4 feet away.  I'm still not sure how or why she thought this could happen!  Either way I prolly don't have to say that she fell in the marsh.  While Pilot was avidly pulling her out and paying all attention to her, he did not notice that Sheila had run through the invisible wall to save her child.  And that is why I keep her.  I know my kids will be safe with her around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-794959437762283157?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/794959437762283157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=794959437762283157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/794959437762283157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/794959437762283157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-faithful-or-not.html' title='old faithful..... or not?'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5148193144524883087</id><published>2009-06-15T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:13:07.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had my nephews out last night.  I believe we all went to bed at about 10pm last night.  After BAB wouldn't leave the boys alone I sent her to her room.  They were trying to have a 'camp out' in the bed downstairs.  Which I thought was hilarious.  LM kept getting scared because a stupid toy kept going off in her room.  By the time I figured this one out it was close to 10pm.  Oh well.  They slept in a little.  Thank God!  After we made it through breakfast we went out to play.  And didn't come back in because I said so....  Ehn, not really I'm a big softy when it comes to my nephews.  We went in and out all morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other news, I'm hungry.  But I finally weighed myself the other day.  I really haven't gained that much weight.  I have gained about what I did with LM.  That made me feel better.  I feel HUGE anyways.  I am only 31 weeks.  Le sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5148193144524883087?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5148193144524883087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5148193144524883087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5148193144524883087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5148193144524883087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/phews.html' title='The Phews'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6151987187686042495</id><published>2009-06-13T05:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T05:21:16.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom2mom sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I am going to be setting up for a mom2mom sale this morning.  It went from 40% showers to 90% showers this morning....ugh.  I am hoping that it is inside.  Cuz seriously..... I do not want to sit out in the rain.  On the other hand I do not want to lug 20 boxes of clothes and crap into the building.   Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6151987187686042495?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6151987187686042495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6151987187686042495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6151987187686042495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6151987187686042495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/mom2mom-sale.html' title='Mom2mom sale'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6949908353420308986</id><published>2009-06-09T02:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:32:08.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAB's birthday was yesterday.  We are still feeling the afterburn.  She went to sleep crying.  Woke up twice crying in the middle of the night.  (it is currently 2:15am.  Couldn't sleep due to screaming 3 yr old.)  It is not uncommon for her to wake up crying.  She has always done this.  Always.  Usually she has no idea why.  I will go in there and she is incoherent and crying.  I really can't do anything for her.  Well last night I heard her screaming at the top pf her lungs "I WANT DAD-DY. I WAS DAD-DY"   And the last part of daddy was a scream.  This was not a I am being burned alive scream.  This was I want daddy right now because I am the boss of the world.  I was like "It is 4 in the mother Bleep.  I am going to ignore her and hope she goes back to sleep soon."  She did.  Just a few minutes ago I heard " I want baby." Over and over and over and over and over and over again.  I finally went in after 15 minutes of this.  She couldn't find the new doll she had got for her birthday that was 6 inches from her face.  Aparently this is scream worthy.   I, on the other hand, am rather pissed that I have been woken up twice since 1am because my 3 yr old couldn't find a God Blessit doll.  Can you tell I am a little irritated that I am awake and 2am in the morning?  I think the worst part is Pilot is still sound a sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6949908353420308986?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6949908353420308986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6949908353420308986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6949908353420308986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6949908353420308986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-burn.html' title='After Burn'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3682651415475682244</id><published>2009-06-06T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:48:18.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations from BAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just to be clear this was her talking the whole time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Get me some applesauce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me looking at her from accross the room... not moving a muscle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ok, here you go honey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your welcome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really like applesauce.  Do you or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhhhhhhh!  *Squeel* *giggle*" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me rising eye brows trying to not to look like I am listening and watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like mommy and my daddy likes mommy too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I went garage sale today.  I got Dora and chair and I was naughty because I can't unbuckle self.  I saw a doggy and I like the doggy.  I pet her.  She has bow on her.  I fed giraffes at the zoo.  And Zebras.  And peapocks(Peacocks).  *Making licking and chomping noise.*  The giraffe stick tongue out like this (sticking tongue out) and get it....................."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This went on for a full 20 minutes straight.  I have no idea who she was talking to.  She was sitting at the table.  I am starting to wonder if we have ghosts.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3682651415475682244?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3682651415475682244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3682651415475682244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3682651415475682244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3682651415475682244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations-from-bab.html' title='Conversations from BAB'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1008994420183426768</id><published>2009-06-06T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:38:48.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Croupety, croup, croup, croup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, another round of croup is going through the house.  LM has it again.  I am guessing like last time that BAB will not be effected by the croup part, but will get a general cold.  Of course it is the weekend so naturally she is getting worse.....   I decided to self doctor until Monday.  Unless she seems to get worse.  I am giving her pulmicort in a nebulizer.  That is what they did last time.  So far she really hasn't had to much trouble at night which is when it is the worst.  I gave her a nebulizer treatment a few minutes ago and she is bouncing off the walls.  Let's see how bed time goes tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1008994420183426768?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1008994420183426768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1008994420183426768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1008994420183426768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1008994420183426768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/croupety-croup-croup-croup.html' title='Croupety, croup, croup, croup.'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3297819019378886553</id><published>2009-06-05T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:18:42.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok....seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the 3rd time in 2 days that I have cried.  I. Am. Not. A. Crier.  Stupid hormones.  And when I say cry I don't mean boo hoo.... I mean all out tears falling down my face in a river.  I am a big lumpy sobbing mess.  ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3297819019378886553?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3297819019378886553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3297819019378886553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3297819019378886553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3297819019378886553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/okseriously.html' title='Ok....seriously'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5306254775129768268</id><published>2009-06-05T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:56:13.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to take my dog to the vet today.  I think she is sick.  I am one of those people who think the worse.  OK, I'm not neurotic about it, but.............  Anyways, she is part Australian Shepard and (I believe) Husky.  She is going to be 3 this fall.  My SIL had a pure bread Aussie and he died of kidney failure before he was one.  It apparently runs in the breed line.  My last dog that died was 14 years old I believe she died of kidney failure at the end.  Sheila is exhibiting some of the signs of kidney failure.  Now she could just have a simple infection, but I can't help freaking out a little.  SO to the vet we go.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5306254775129768268?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5306254775129768268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5306254775129768268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5306254775129768268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5306254775129768268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/shiela.html' title='Shiela'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6187339382614947326</id><published>2009-06-05T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:39:13.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Why do the kids ALWAYS have to be sick when Pilot is working?  ALWAYS.  And then when he comes home they are fine.  So he never actually sees how hard it is for me to actually do anything around the house.  Or how much work a sick 18month old is.  Then as always I get the "So what did you do while I was gone."  As he is looking around at the after math of a tornado in the house.   *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6187339382614947326?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6187339382614947326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6187339382614947326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6187339382614947326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6187339382614947326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8650987775396045232</id><published>2009-06-02T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:39:57.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we got a van about a month ago.  This was a hot subject between Pilot and I for a LONG time.  I wanted a bigger vehicle like 2 years ago.  He is just now getting around to it.... I wanted to get a SUV because of the fact that we live on a dirt road and it would suit us more.  We live in the "Winter Wonder Land" for Pete's sake.  That should tell you what our roads are like all winter.  Not to mention that the road is like a sand dune all summer long.  Also I was trying to hold on to my last shred of non-mommy dignity.  Needless to say Pilot got a van much to my chagrin.  Today he asked me if I liked it.  I looked at him with an ambiguous look.  I had no comment.  He knows how I feel.  This in turn made Pilot laugh and tell me I am stubborn.  Which I will willingly admit to.  However, then it went into funny name calling.   I am apparently a "weiney boob."  I have not stopped laughing.  I can't even begin to describe the look on his face when he said it.  I will take the name as long as I do not have to admit that I like the van.  I will say it is a nice van.  But my German stubbornness refuses to admit any likeness to said van.  So therefore I am a "weiney boob."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8650987775396045232?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8650987775396045232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8650987775396045232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8650987775396045232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8650987775396045232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6230297789170445669</id><published>2009-06-01T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:15:30.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am such a geek.  I am 28 years old and CAN NOT wait until New Moon comes out.  I really liked the books.  So far Twilight was fun, but I am hoping that New Moon will be better.  It has more financial support then Twilight and a more experienced director.  I saw the new movie trailer and was pretty excited.  Sigh........  I need a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6230297789170445669?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6230297789170445669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6230297789170445669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6230297789170445669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6230297789170445669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon.html' title='New moon'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5738107564760354611</id><published>2009-05-26T04:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:01:38.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have started Family World War 1 on Facebook.  And I do not feel bad at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5738107564760354611?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5738107564760354611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5738107564760354611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5738107564760354611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5738107564760354611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2741034662374563165</id><published>2009-05-24T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:17:40.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2741034662374563165?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2741034662374563165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2741034662374563165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2741034662374563165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2741034662374563165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m hungry'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8235467616946450027</id><published>2009-05-24T04:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:00:54.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I just want to whine a little.  I am so sick of certain people making me feel guilty.  I grew up letting guilt rule my life.  And I quit that a while ago.  I swear I will never ever, ever, ever have a friendship and/or family relationship with guilt ruling.  Ever.  I'm sorry I am not and do not do what you want me to do.  Give me a break!  I have 2 kids and 1 on the way.  I have NO MORE brain cells left of my own!  I don't feel guilty for not getting you a coke at the store.  I don't feel guilty that my babies name is ruining your life because it doesn't suit you exactly!  BAH!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In other irritating news, the mosquitoes are eating me alive in my own house some how and my feet are swelling up.  I am just having a pisser of a week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8235467616946450027?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8235467616946450027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8235467616946450027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8235467616946450027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8235467616946450027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/ack.html' title='Ack'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1532271149879221764</id><published>2009-05-19T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:20:42.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does my neighbor that I have only seen twice in the year that I lived in this middle of nowhere house have to come when I am wearing an old yellow from the 80's maternity knit shorts with legs white as a cloud except for the hair that has been growing for weeks and a paper thin shirt with no bra on?  WHY!?!?!?!?!?   I was the only one outside.  He saw me.  I couldn't exactly go quick change.   ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1532271149879221764?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1532271149879221764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1532271149879221764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1532271149879221764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1532271149879221764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-9075670572227814257</id><published>2009-05-04T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:50:57.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to the zoo today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/Sf-NVXuh5jI/AAAAAAAAABE/IpUSNxV3TnQ/s1600-h/4315_531539750029_210802922_31729980_3650908_n_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/Sf-NVXuh5jI/AAAAAAAAABE/IpUSNxV3TnQ/s200/4315_531539750029_210802922_31729980_3650908_n_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332135882115900978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arghhhhhhhhhh..............  Well, I survived.  I wasn't actually sure that I would.  But I did.  BAB fell alseep in her stroller while we were still in the zoo.  LM was still going.  That is until we put her in her carseat.  Then she was out in about T minus 5.  I remembered the sunscreen.  We all kinda got a little at the end of the day.  I reapplied.  I swear!  But not as bad as last time we were out.  This particular zoo has a place were you get to feed giraffes.  It is really cool actually.  They stick there tongues out and you put a cracker on their tongues.  Then they suck it in somehow through the netting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-9075670572227814257?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9075670572227814257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=9075670572227814257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9075670572227814257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/9075670572227814257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-zoo-today.html' title='I went to the zoo today'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wHlmiinzIZM/Sf-NVXuh5jI/AAAAAAAAABE/IpUSNxV3TnQ/s72-c/4315_531539750029_210802922_31729980_3650908_n_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2090353606648143426</id><published>2009-05-02T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:53:05.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The baby is growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sooooooooo hungry!  And thirsty!  Actually what I think it is, is that I can't eat as much at a time so I have to eat more often and less at a time.  But seriously!  I feel like a pig!  I hope I don't get the swine flu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2090353606648143426?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2090353606648143426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2090353606648143426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2090353606648143426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2090353606648143426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-is-growing.html' title='The baby is growing'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3975334347923333020</id><published>2009-04-28T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:18:35.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night our smoke alarm started going off.  The first words out of my mouth- "Oh, dear."  What the- !  Am I an 80 yr old woman?  The alarm however did not wake up the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the smoke alarm goes off in the middle of the day and it is inappropriate to say anything except 'oh dear' (AKA the kids are within 2 feet of me) the first words out of my mouth are ' OH, S$@#'!!!!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3975334347923333020?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3975334347923333020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3975334347923333020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3975334347923333020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3975334347923333020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things to ponder'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-2512352433633533327</id><published>2009-04-27T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:51:09.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just so you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiley fries + ketchup + a diet coke + 2 cupcakes + 9am + 6months preggo = HEARTBURN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-2512352433633533327?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2512352433633533327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=2512352433633533327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2512352433633533327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/2512352433633533327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-so-you-know.html' title='just so you know'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6664919505125633912</id><published>2009-04-27T09:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:52:41.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning from Hades</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pilot piled the kids on the bed this morning to wake me up.I am NOT a morning person.  I don't know what he was thinking. LM poked her finger in my belly button and it still hurts. BAB smacked my face and took off with my phone.   Not mention she was REALLY loud and annoying. Then Pilot made a snide comment to me. I was not a nice mommy this morning. I yelled.  ALOT. Then I had smiley fries, ketchup, a diet coke, and 2 cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" id="msg_210802922_167825780" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;Oh, did I also mention that I have been awake since 5:30 because the neighbor dog came over and riled Sheila up. I never was able to get back to sleep.  Then he sat out there and barked. Which woke up the kids at 7am this morning. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6664919505125633912?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6664919505125633912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6664919505125633912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6664919505125633912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6664919505125633912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-from-hades.html' title='The Morning from Hades'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-6420987584497284677</id><published>2009-04-25T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:46:41.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmmmmmm........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things that I have said to my 2 yr old recently-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We don't have a barn.  We are never going to have a barn.  STOP ASKING!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Stop touching the dog.  Stop touching LM.  Don't touch anyone else or you are going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You want to pray for Aunt Bruce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-6420987584497284677?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6420987584497284677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=6420987584497284677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6420987584497284677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/6420987584497284677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmmmmmm.html' title='hmmmmmmmm........'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-7877638800371854206</id><published>2009-04-25T18:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:09:20.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A slump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in a slump.  I am so tired and can't seem to catch up.  I need a day of rest.  This however, is net with much disapproval as possible from Pilot.  I wish he could understand that I can't just take a nap when I want.  If the kiddos schedule works out I may be able to.  But they usually don't.  Then I have to do this and that and clean and make food and blah, blah, blah.  I just need to sleep.  I can't even sleep at night because I am plagued with crazy pregnancy dreams and have insomnia now as well.  When I wake up I'm up for at least 2 hours.  I'm really not one to complain about my pregnancies.  But I AM TIRED!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-7877638800371854206?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7877638800371854206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=7877638800371854206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7877638800371854206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/7877638800371854206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/slump.html' title='A slump'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5260859194491187521</id><published>2009-04-25T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:01:22.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I have a nice farmer's burn.  I have subjected my one year old to skin cancer already.  And my 2 yr old is very cranky because we are not going to the park the second she woke up.  But LM and I were able to sleep in until 9am.  BAB and pilot went to his grandma's for breakfast.  A semi quiet house in the morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little funny thing is going on with our kids.  Of course if you have been following or already know us then you know that BAB is adopted and LM is our biological.  BAB (almost 3 in a couple of months) wears 5t shirts and 2t pants.  LM (16 months old) wears 18-24 months pants (not 18months, too short) and 2 t shirts.  LM is actually about as tall as BAB.  I think that she may even pass BAB in the pants area this fall.  BAB is short and a little on the chubby side and LM is taller and lankier.  I am taking bets on who will be taller this fall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5260859194491187521?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5260859194491187521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5260859194491187521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5260859194491187521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5260859194491187521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-after.html' title='The day after'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4588413856121652837</id><published>2009-04-24T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:40:44.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Went to 2 different parks, sister's house to play, picnic at one park, pizza at the other, Dairy Queen, baths for both girls, shower for me, and sunburn for everybody.  Not to mention swollen ankles for me as well.  But the girls were both pretty good today.  LM had a few melt downs.  BAB was good 99% of the day.  All in all not a bad day.  Lots of sunshine.  Loved it.  Hopefully tomorrow will be just as nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4588413856121652837?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4588413856121652837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4588413856121652837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4588413856121652837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4588413856121652837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-day-today.html' title='Beautiful day today'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-1686690841609747262</id><published>2009-04-13T15:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:56:23.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fun was had by all.  We went to my mom and dad's house for Easter lunch.  YUMMO!  Then we had a Easter egg hunt for the little ones and the little one's at heart.  Fun was had by all.  At 6pm after consistently getting on BAB's case for one thing or another we packed up went home.  I had enough.  I got the kids in the house.  (By myself of course because Pilot was flying)  Pj's on and ready for bed.  They were in their Easter coma as soon as their head shit the pillow.  However I am paying for it today since after said Easter coma neither one has taken a nap.  *sigh*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-1686690841609747262?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1686690841609747262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=1686690841609747262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1686690841609747262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/1686690841609747262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8845846121160214328</id><published>2009-04-11T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:48:38.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have started to put a gate up to keep BAB in her room at night.  She has started coming out in the middle of the night and playing with her toys.  Real sneaky of course.  However her toys make noise.  About time all those loud and annoying toys paid off!  I am most worried that she will just let her self out.  And yes I have tried locking the doors.  She knows how to unlock them.  She has decided to go outside on a handful of occasions.  So we had to bring out the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8845846121160214328?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8845846121160214328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8845846121160214328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8845846121160214328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8845846121160214328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/gate.html' title='The Gate'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-4098005914368731920</id><published>2009-04-10T14:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:48:39.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been so busy lately!  Haven't had time for the blog.  But the kids are sleeping and I have a few minutes.  WOOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have 4 more months until little baby girl is born.  I am FREAKING OUT!!!!!!  Ok, so no really that bad.  It just kinda hit me the other day!  Everything is basically ready.  I only have to get the dresser and crib ready.  I basically have everything else.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am going to a couple of shopping centers next weekend!  WOOT!  I am going with a friend and we are going sans kids and husband.  I am sooooooo excited.  I can hardly wait.  There is a cutsie little strip of stores and then a BIG christmas store.  Then in the next city over there is a GINORMOUS outlet mall.  EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A friend came over the other day and helped me make some letters to stick on the wall.  They are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my kids' names.  It's wood letters with scrapbook paper glued on top.  Easy and fun.  LOVE IT!!!!  I need to go and buy some letters for the new baby.  But I'll have to hide it in my  super secret spot because it is a secret.  I really don't know why.....  That was Pilot's decision.  I already told people anyways.  Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have tulips, daffs, and hydrangeas coming up!!!!!  I need to buy some crocuses this fall and plant those so they can come up next spring.  My cedum is starting to grow too.  I think I have some irises that are coming out as well.  I LOVE SPRING!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have carpenter ants in my kitchen.  They are driving me nuts.  I went on a rampage yestreday and killed about 30 of the suckers.   I think I made a dent.  I need to buy something to get rid of them but I don't want toxic chemicals in the house because of the little ones.  BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because Pilot is gone a lot I get stuck.....er.....I mean, am able to entertain his out of town family while he is gone.  This is not fun for me.  Some family is ok, but some are not.  We will leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAB is driving me nuts.  She 2 going on 13.  I can hopefully get her into a program for preschool this fall.  She is going to be turning 3 in the summer.  Some programs have a 3 year old program.  She really needs it.  This putting her personality in the best possible way- She is a born leader that is going to be a good boss some day.  That is what I tell people.  You can read into that how ever you would like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-4098005914368731920?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4098005914368731920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=4098005914368731920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4098005914368731920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/4098005914368731920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/04/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-3664261197678897771</id><published>2009-03-26T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T15:39:56.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>missing dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw a dog yesterday that reminded me of my old dog, Sammy.  I have been thinking alot about her since then.  I miss her so much.  I know that if you are not an animal person you probably don't understand.  And that is ok.  She was my friend.  She was always there for me.  Through thick and thin.  My confidant and my security.    *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-3664261197678897771?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3664261197678897771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=3664261197678897771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3664261197678897771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/3664261197678897771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing-dog.html' title='missing dog'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5349867181543089650</id><published>2009-03-20T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:02:26.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LM decided to keep me up all night for no reason.  She woke up fussing ALL night!  I got up with her gave her a drink and motrin.  I had a cold and thought maybe she got it.  I sat up with her a while and finally put her back down.  I slept in a little unexpectedly.  When I woke up BAB had taken all the clothes out of her dresser.  AND everything on top of the dresser.  She had broke a wicker basket we keep toys in because she had turned it upside down to stand on it.  I was HOT!  I am glad that she was not hurt, or the dresser did not fall on her, or that she didn't come out and get into worse trouble.  Although I know I would have heard her if she had actually came out.  She was being sneaky and quiet in her room.  So needless to say how do you punish a 2 year old for taking all the clothes out of her dresser?  GRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am eating cheetos and coke already this morning and it is only 9:30.  It is going to be a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5349867181543089650?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5349867181543089650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5349867181543089650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5349867181543089650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5349867181543089650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-what-morning.html' title='Oh what a morning'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-8076294002480010830</id><published>2009-03-10T19:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:49:48.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the time is drawing near</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LP's next hearing is coming up soon.  The social worker said that he was going to be petitioning the court to have her placed back with biomom.  I have very mixed feelings about this.  I have talked to the biomom a little here and there.  I drop her off at her place and pick her up.  She comes to doctor's appointments with me and the such.  I know that she loves LP and I believe that she has gotten her life together.  My fear is for the future.  Weather she can keep this up and not turn back to her old life.  I love LP very much.  She is almost a year old.  I have had her for so long.  It's just very sad.&lt;br /&gt;I have thought that I should start packing her up so I don't have a crazy day trying to get all her stuff around at the last minute.  Then when I get up to do it I suddenly find myself exhausted.  I just can't seem to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-8076294002480010830?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8076294002480010830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=8076294002480010830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8076294002480010830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/8076294002480010830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-is-drawing-near.html' title='the time is drawing near'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5100301657068880796</id><published>2009-03-06T15:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:08:18.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is so nice out today!  Why am I inside?!?!?!?!  Well the kids are napping and I just got up from a nap.  I suppose that is excuse enough.  I had to go into town to get a prescription so I stopped at McDonald's to get lunch.  I brought it home and fed the kids.  Put them down for a nap.  They are on hour 3.  Hmmmmm  coincidence?  Not sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took a walk yesterday.  That was crazy.  35 lb of BAB + 25 lb of LM + ? lb of stroller +muddy hily roads = out of breath pregnant mom 2 feet down the drive way.  Shut up.  Its been a long winter.  I haven't got out much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5100301657068880796?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5100301657068880796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5100301657068880796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5100301657068880796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5100301657068880796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-weather.html' title='Nice weather'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-254728367702170085.post-5726562909460716406</id><published>2009-02-20T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:32:31.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Croup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well the babies had croup this last weekend.  LM got it first.  If you have ever had a baby with croup you know how awful it is.  They can't breath.  They feel awful.  It is just not the common cold for sure.  But we all survived.  We even survived the steroids prescribed to get the inflammation of the throat down.  If you have ever had a kid on steroids for asthma or anything you know how awful that is too!  They want to crawl out of there skin I think!  Poor babies!  The rest of us got the 'big kid' version of it as well.  BAB is still coughing, but seems to be feeling better as well.  And Pilot and I well, we just don't count I think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will leave you with this funny story-  They have recently redid the road down by the local Walmart to add a middle lane.  I have not been down that way since they have redid it.  Mostly because it is a little out of town and I don't go that way.  I had to buy a humidifier for the babies on Saturday after my mom and I sat in Urgent care for 2 hours while they tortured my daughter. (another story....)  I successfully got the humidifier and was headed out of the parking lot.  I pulled out and realized I had gone to far and was on the shoulder so I got back in the correct lane.   I am driving along and look behind me.  I see all the cars are driving on the shoulder.  I was like what are they doing?  And then it dawned on me.  I WAS DRIVING IN THE NEW MIDDLE LANE!   It was the old right lane and now the middle lane!  The new right lane was a new pavent and a different color.  It also did not have a white line indicating it was actually a lane and not a shoulder!  OY!  My mom and I had a pretty good laugh at that.  Which we needed at the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/254728367702170085-5726562909460716406?l=adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5726562909460716406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=254728367702170085&amp;postID=5726562909460716406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5726562909460716406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/254728367702170085/posts/default/5726562909460716406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresintheskies.blogspot.com/2009/02/croup.html' title='The Croup'/><author><name>leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11501091966293284433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
