<?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-2462064750425797273</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:30:52.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monty Chaos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-6758097028489318973</id><published>2011-11-11T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:53:57.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey gets blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knzwbNdImj0/Tr2YbfeV57I/AAAAAAAAALk/bMSNP0FvC7U/s1600/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670859778436466082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U0V1jQywvkM/TrLw7EjBhaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ST7cwnizhls/s400/DSC_0642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler wearing his Prince Zuko costume!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqQ5gocnG8Y/TrSIEI6f-YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DlR_OApJ5xE/s1600/ipad_6378_avatar_the_last_airbender_hd_wallpapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671307435460000130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zqQ5gocnG8Y/TrSIEI6f-YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DlR_OApJ5xE/s400/ipad_6378_avatar_the_last_airbender_hd_wallpapers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture of the cartoon zuko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJO4mHZ9fTw/TrLwtfjU7uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bZcI9oCWx_I/s1600/DSC_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670859545167326946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QJO4mHZ9fTw/TrLwtfjU7uI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bZcI9oCWx_I/s400/DSC_0641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is Tyler being Prince Zuko. Check out his cool Fire bending stance!!  Man my kiddos rock!!  So for all of you who did not know. Our family decided this year to go "Avatar"  now when I say that I mean the Nickelodeon cartoon Avatar... not to be confused with the blue show or the (dare I even mention it) movie avatar the last airbender (TOTAL FLOP did not do the cartoon an ounce of justice)!! I think we are cartoon purists over here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVaUoqE_Kw8/TrLuRCXT4QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ueVqVewSAfQ/s1600/DSC_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670856857272705282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVaUoqE_Kw8/TrLuRCXT4QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ueVqVewSAfQ/s400/DSC_0645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden all dressed up as Aang during season 3 the fire nation attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHZd1dnm4E/TrSIjVb8p3I/AAAAAAAAALA/CnMNfHcZKw8/s1600/imagesCABXHHSN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 256px; height: 192px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671307971397461874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyHZd1dnm4E/TrSIjVb8p3I/AAAAAAAAALA/CnMNfHcZKw8/s400/imagesCABXHHSN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuVG3n5XwO4/TrLuFTkc-eI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9OERbWFoaVg/s1600/DSC_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670856655732799970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuVG3n5XwO4/TrLuFTkc-eI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9OERbWFoaVg/s400/DSC_0643.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are his poses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqCYjdW8h60/TrLt4lsd-2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3Deakp_3Lqk/s1600/DSC_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670856437259959138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqCYjdW8h60/TrLt4lsd-2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/3Deakp_3Lqk/s400/DSC_0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out because Aang is mighty powerful!!  doesn't his costume rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpmlqbXLNEs/TrLv6kBBpyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/w8OqtzaYD8s/s1600/DSC_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670858670192305954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpmlqbXLNEs/TrLv6kBBpyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/w8OqtzaYD8s/s400/DSC_0666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayce and Alice (in wonderland) getting ready for trick or treating!  Does he look excited to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncEwQk4RE58/TrLvsMuhdsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MvdgYrS4PgQ/s1600/DSC_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670858423422514882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ncEwQk4RE58/TrLvsMuhdsI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MvdgYrS4PgQ/s400/DSC_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trick or treating crew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJOL4Kzn3Yo/TrLvba7jj2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aXpcDOMgxs8/s1600/DSC_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670858135177498466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJOL4Kzn3Yo/TrLvba7jj2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/aXpcDOMgxs8/s400/DSC_0655.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of my cute kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgW294MNFtw/TrLu9bRI3cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WM1tsIppDfs/s1600/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670857619871948226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgW294MNFtw/TrLu9bRI3cI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WM1tsIppDfs/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword master!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nQuThjQSk/TrLvL4f3t5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/REsZaM73HaM/s1600/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670857868236535698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R2nQuThjQSk/TrLvL4f3t5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/REsZaM73HaM/s400/DSC_0654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mini sword master.. how do you like his fighting stance?  We told him to pose and this is what he did!! Just like the older boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGINCSS9ly4/TrLuu78c0pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/keBE_K40BGg/s1600/DSC_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670857370945507986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YGINCSS9ly4/TrLuu78c0pI/AAAAAAAAAJU/keBE_K40BGg/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of avatars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO8FqAZs6oU/TrLtpna4O7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/QE4SZWrYaBg/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670856180025015218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sO8FqAZs6oU/TrLtpna4O7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/QE4SZWrYaBg/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL7qVZkuNmA/TrLugs9kteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sbLf-nEe8CQ/s1600/DSC_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670857126405518818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uL7qVZkuNmA/TrLugs9kteI/AAAAAAAAAJI/sbLf-nEe8CQ/s400/DSC_0637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GIRL in the family..check out the dress!! Katie told me that it used to be her dolls dress. Now it is mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DjKSR7kRkU/TrLtBw7AddI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2SohySYk8_I/s1600/DSC_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670855495380923858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DjKSR7kRkU/TrLtBw7AddI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2SohySYk8_I/s400/DSC_0532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuB-MgRUR5k/TrLsUv3f4fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ztYP9Abucpw/s1600/DSC_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670854722003657202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuB-MgRUR5k/TrLsUv3f4fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ztYP9Abucpw/s400/DSC_0531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Martha for these beautiful Audrey pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtzbiXaeIEQ/TrLtbGe9uTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2iOqWNDPdlk/s1600/DSC_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670855930665613618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtzbiXaeIEQ/TrLtbGe9uTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2iOqWNDPdlk/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Howe girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urqeiqjDwXI/TrLsrYjyimI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IQvKvkGMMRk/s1600/DSC_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670855110883969634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-urqeiqjDwXI/TrLsrYjyimI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IQvKvkGMMRk/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5zpoqgnAls/TrLpNNuPH-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xo-auf9tnzk/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670851294044037090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5zpoqgnAls/TrLpNNuPH-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xo-auf9tnzk/s400/DSC_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler's birthday cake was lots easier to make than hayden's cake.  I am just glad he still likes star wars.  This is the actual mustafar lava world bday cake.  See obi-wan has the higher ground ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvYvX1tcyo4/TrLo1XpoPuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YQWnvdan9P0/s1600/DSC_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 268px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670850884392206050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XvYvX1tcyo4/TrLo1XpoPuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YQWnvdan9P0/s400/DSC_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden's birthday cake!! All he said was mom I want a blockland cake.  At first he told me he wanted the word blockland all in blocks but!!!! gee kiddo ask for the impossible so I asked if making his blockland guy would be ok.  He said as long as it was the NASA blockland guy!! The kid is really into space right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-7175566079796947076?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7175566079796947076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=7175566079796947076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7175566079796947076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7175566079796947076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2011/11/ah-halloween.html' title='Ah Halloween'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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/-U0V1jQywvkM/TrLw7EjBhaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ST7cwnizhls/s72-c/DSC_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-414301561285132568</id><published>2009-08-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:22:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Attack</title><content type='html'>Okay so we made a trip to the Pantages theater last week.  Jeff surprised me with tickets to go and see Fiddler on the Roof.  We saw this play when we were dating and evaluating how much we really liked eachother :) Honestly though we saw fiddler on the roof up at Sundance at the outside theater in the summer.  It was in the evening and the play was so fabulous that Jeff and I have talked about it often.  So this was a really fun thing that he did to surprise me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff actually only had to work for half the day - til 3. so we thought it would be nice to go and see some of Hollywood.  Crazy unknowing folk that we are.  Neither of us has been to Hollywood to see it in all of its glamour... the stars, the theaters, the glitz - it is so  known for...  NOT AT ALL THE CASE!!!  Why didn't someone warn me.  We went out to eat close to our home and thought we would drive to Pantages and see all the stars on the sidewalk  etc but upon arrival to the area, neither of us really wanted to get out of the car..SCAREY! and we both thought it the best idea to park right across the street from the Pantages theater no matter what the cost of parking would be - no time to be thrifty with your money when you will be walking these streets AT NIGHT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably would have stayed in the car if I, being pregnant and all, didn't have to use a bathroom.  We walked up and down a block or too holding hands and trying to be brave until we finally found a ..Library. I deemed this to be a safe place for a bathroom.  I was wrong - that was the scariest bathroom I have ever been in, and I have never done my business so fast just to get out of a place and back to my husband who further confirmed my fears by exclaiming that his bathroom was a horror to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately left the library and proceeded to the Pantages theater, where we stood outside of it  one and half hours early and just talked. Glad to be in a line of other play people and near to the doors.  Moral of the story Hollywood is not a place to sight see!!! Now I know why I have lived here for 30 years and never made the trip for the purpose of seeing anything but a play/opera within an enclosed building.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way our play was spectacular - just amazing. The guy who played Tevye, the main character,  had played this role over 2500 times.  He was amazing and made the play so funny!  Glad we got to see the play and the pantages theater is so beautiful inside.  Why does a building so beautiful inside with such great works of Art on its stage have to be in a setting so ugly and scarey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-414301561285132568?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/414301561285132568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=414301561285132568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/414301561285132568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/414301561285132568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/hollywood-attack.html' title='Hollywood Attack'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-6683967570073600261</id><published>2009-08-05T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:19:37.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>Why is it that during the school year time sort of drags but the minute the bell rings on the last day of school and you and all your friends stream out of the school building that time starts to speed by.  It seems as though Summer started yesterday and Somewhere in the middle someone has grabbed the TIVO remote and skip, skip, skip here we are:  only a month left til school begins again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen with Summer??? It happens to be my favorite time of the year - For me and the boys it has been filled with tons of fun.  It all started off with a trip to "Papa Grover's house..." and  well, let's start with the trip to Wyoming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which can best be described by....well look and see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-6683967570073600261?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6683967570073600261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=6683967570073600261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6683967570073600261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6683967570073600261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-fast-forward_05.html' title='In Fast Forward'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-6310177416723627374</id><published>2009-08-05T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:13:09.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh Wyoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm8C90rqEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ocDnCfmin1s/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm8C90rqEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ocDnCfmin1s/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366527190129944642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you Howe-folk that have not grown up with the Summer adventures to Wyoming these pictures and this blog may give you a little insight into your partner's or friends upbringing.  A little glance of what as a child he or she may have been doing for a week during an escape from school. ( Since we all had year round back then and just said "so what!" we will go where we want and when we want to!!")  Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved those summer adventures and now as a parent wish so badly to give the same things to my babies.  I feel like I did a good job recreating some of our adventures during our 2 week long vacation.  You tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm8TFarzbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o7MprYIiH28/s1600-h/DSC_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm8TFarzbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o7MprYIiH28/s400/DSC_0263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366527467046292914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE got to play with the cows.  If by playing you understand that we moved them from one field to another. yelled, yipped and hi-yah-ed them, fixed the fences they knocked down TWICE in knee to almost thigh deep mud - MOM you are amazing!  fell into ditches trying to get them moving and corraled some injured ones for a later shot - then yes we did a lot of cow playing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler and Hayden's favorite part was calling the cows with Papa Grover!!  We walked down the road and said "Come Cows!!" loudly with vigor and walah this is what we saw.  Those cows really know Dad's voice.  They just came!  The kids are now convinced whenever we hear the song "Rawhide" that it is Papa Grover singing to the cows.  (Boy I wonder what would give them that idea)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm72t-cQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gcPyuMcw7Cs/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm72t-cQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gcPyuMcw7Cs/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526979717480482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days into our vacation, Jeff decided he wanted to see a little more of the town.  Can't say how much that makes me laugh.  Em wanted to see more of it too once on a vacation - like a little tour and I couldn't believe they didn't understand the fact that there is no "more" involved in the town.  What you see as you pass through holding your eyes wide open so as not to miss a lick is ...what you get!  We did however find an old bridge over the Shoshoni to investigate. Here we are in the car by an old bridge.  You can see the Sugar factory from this pic and for those of you who can remember the smell..cringe for me..boy did I hate that smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7qs6UHSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LjRM8fxQXl0/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7qs6UHSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LjRM8fxQXl0/s400/DSC_0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526773273304354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE did include the annual trip to Yellowstone!!  we did get quite a few yellowstone trips in during our childhood.  WE saw the "mud volcanos", the waterfalls, old faithful, idiots trying to get killed by Buffalo and so much more.  We did stop for a family picnic by this lake where the boys and Dad skipped stones. If you click onthe picture you can see from Hayden's face some marvelous stone skipping had just occured!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7eRLhvFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GAjvhXHcMog/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7eRLhvFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GAjvhXHcMog/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526559670877266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family photo shoot near the waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SnnCpx_oZoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DGBO-3Eynes/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SnnCpx_oZoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DGBO-3Eynes/s400/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366534454039307906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad. I am always happy to get Dad in a picture, remember all the vacations of just us and no Dad!! The man behind the camera. Look we have a Dad!! I think this is a good picture of the both of them - DO NOT disagree with me MOM! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7d8OZJGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FM7_i00M7Z8/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm7d8OZJGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FM7_i00M7Z8/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526554045752418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden and Tyler, not to mention.. Dad must have eaten 5 or 6 popsicles a day!! They loved it. IT was hot enough to want to lick some ice all day long so who can blame them.  And you remember how Grandma Howe always had popsicles for us... yeah right the real truth is that she had popsicles for DAD!!!  we just helped him to eat them all!! Sticky hands mixed with heat and lots of DIRT. oh the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6-hRzGmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cJKyd9xobTA/s1600-h/DSC_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6-hRzGmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cJKyd9xobTA/s400/DSC_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526014236334690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Wyoming thunderstorms.  hot during the day and then the rain begins and plunges to the ground. You can see the Thunderstorm coming.  Here mom and the boys are counting the seconds beteween the lightning and thunder. We had to finish up some projects quickly to make it to the house before we got soaked.  Although a good wyoming soaking doesn't really chill you. It is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6-MwBOAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FxBCA4w08gc/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6-MwBOAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FxBCA4w08gc/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366526008725944322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE made a trip out to horseshoe bend - which surprisingly folks is Full and I mean FULL of water and GREEN grass and lots of people.  I have no idea where they came from. I didn't think there were lots of people in Wyoming. It was Mustang days and they had a SPECTACULAR not kidding..AMAZING fireworks show at Good ol horseshoe bend. Here the boys are beating on JEff waiting for "dusk" to come, which in Wyoming is not until 10:30pm at night.  We waited for a long time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6kDY676I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4hP2nG_8xwA/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm6kDY676I/AAAAAAAAAFc/4hP2nG_8xwA/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366525559536545698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played on tractors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm4IhFs7_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/G9YKf1iq4Jw/s1600-h/DSC_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm4IhFs7_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/G9YKf1iq4Jw/s400/DSC_0367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366522887449407474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more tractors. oh what fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm4H9df_8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4Yejjq-d3so/s1600-h/DSC_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm4H9df_8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/4Yejjq-d3so/s400/DSC_0359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366522877885546434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ran from red ants and doused ourselves in Mosquito repellant, wore cowboy hats and long sleeve shirts to work in hot weather.  had pancakes and sausages and REAL hamburger!!! oh how we love the hamburger! WE set off fireworks, bottle rockets, poppers, snakes, smoke bombs, parachutes, had a whole bunch of watermelon and all in all had a lovely family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm3NUlSy3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7ks1dwXpSs/s1600-h/DSC_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm3NUlSy3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/p7ks1dwXpSs/s400/DSC_0460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366521870479969138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our drive home, Jeff, always the adventurist wanted to stop and see everything.  This is in the canyon outside of Thermopolis, where Dad got pulled over once for alerting a police officer that he had his brights on!! WE wanted to check out the waterfalls, the dam, the old train tunnel and all the bird nests inside.  Basically we explored for a bit.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm2y_53UJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iwh8MI4Kazw/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm2y_53UJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iwh8MI4Kazw/s400/DSC_0458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366521418252505234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well they explored and I watched from afar.  You can see the dam and the waterfall in the background. If only you could see all the birds in the sky above my head that their exploring scared out. Just glad I didn't get pooped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm2Al8_hQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/19mckRpqTRI/s1600-h/DSC_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm2Al8_hQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/19mckRpqTRI/s400/DSC_0485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366520552292844802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got out on top of Sweet Water Canyon.  I have to remember that things that I have seen a billion..well it feels like a billion times, Jeff hasn't really seen before.  It is beautiful to see things through his eyes as a first time observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm1wXkJT4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ALlcwr10ZRo/s1600-h/DSC_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm1wXkJT4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/ALlcwr10ZRo/s400/DSC_0490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366520273552625538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think we did it all, the long drive with kids "in the back" - the popsicles, the rootbeer or pop of some kind.  the leaving at obscenely early hours to drive for a long time, the heat, the mosquitos, cows, dirt, red ants, fireworks, parades - Wish the 4-wheelers were working or I would have included that, the visit to Aunt Grace's house, left out a billings trip because ...I didn't want to get back in the car for a long time after the trip up. Yellowstone and a few other additives that the Montgomery part of this family added into the mix.  We had a wonderful time - Thanks MOM And DAD!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to edit this post - I am just amazed I actually got to blog at all. Don't judge on spelling and grammer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-6310177416723627374?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6310177416723627374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=6310177416723627374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6310177416723627374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6310177416723627374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2009/08/ahhh-wyoming.html' title='Ahhh Wyoming'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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/_XddI0JW1Bxo/Snm8C90rqEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ocDnCfmin1s/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-382753222862146945</id><published>2009-02-17T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:05:17.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while and frankly it is because I haven't been able to figure out how to transition from the last blog into this next one.  But the other day I realized that this would not really be news to anyone who reads this anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here it goes... I am not pregnant anymore, I miscarried.  And it sucked!  and I cried and I had a very bad month and a half trying to sort out everything in my head.  Still today I have moments where I loathe pregnant women and all their ridiculous complaining but I am getting better.  I have been released back into public, deemed as no risk to others. (Can't say I completely agree with that because people are ridiculously stupid sometimes. )  Wouldn't it be fun just to pop them upside the head and say "Get a clue!"  I know you all agree with me.  IT would be soooo satisfying to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think of that because lately it seems like I keep running into or talking with the biggest idiots.  People who like to ask when I am having more children, or who complain about their pregnancy to me (Come on now you know you are proud of me for not popping that person in the head)  Dad always says "USE YOUR HEAD"  and I think I just want to say that to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway IT was my birthday on Sat and Jeff took me to see Taken.  REAL intense, on the edge of your seat, movie.  Lots of killing - I think Dad would love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a squirmy hungry child on my lap and I think I had better address his issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-382753222862146945?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/382753222862146945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=382753222862146945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/382753222862146945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/382753222862146945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2009/02/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-9176874075113966473</id><published>2008-12-05T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:16:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODE/OWED TO MARTHA</title><content type='html'>So As you all should know by now I am pregnant. And to answer some funny questions about being pregnant like, "how pregnant are you?" I would like to say I am 100% pregnant. I mean either you are or you aren't there is no half way mark with pregnancy. With that said, I would like to say I think I am feeling 100% pregnant as well. With Tyler and Hayden I had what I thought was a hard first trimester, dry heaving, feeling the nausea etc that come with welcoming a parasite into your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this little bugger I have been wiped out, knocked over, hit hard - whatever you would like to say. I have no doubt that I feel 100% pregnant. SO in my complete misery of nausea and vomiting and trying to separate myself from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; bowl I had become all too familiar with I called for back-up in the form of a sister. I called Martha after I had been unable to eat for 3 days, after I felt like I had no more energy left and was going to melt into the blankets of my bed and stay there for good. I called her when Jeff  could no longer stay home and take care of me. I did not know how I was going to take care of 2 kids and feel 100% pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called her full of tears, "please come take care of me?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; for hope that somehow I could feel a little less puny. She said "Yes!" and there was hope! She came as fast as she could, she made me food, she cleaned my house, she took away many nasty little odors that had crept up in my house during my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to function. She picked Hayden up from school, went grocery shopping for me, put gas in my car, did my laundry - and I started to feel better. And I needed her less but loved her so much more. I am just so thankful for her because she was there when I couldn't do a thing. I have never felt so horrible and now I am a little better, a little more alive and I feel like it is all OWED to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MArtha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I can't thank you enough - you saved my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-9176874075113966473?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/9176874075113966473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=9176874075113966473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/9176874075113966473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/9176874075113966473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/12/ode-to-martha.html' title='ODE/OWED TO MARTHA'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-1859036209030691926</id><published>2008-11-11T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:40:06.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Pneumonia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SRpY3nwYAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yKCnPVYRSUY/s1600-h/DSC_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267620426751148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SRpY3nwYAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yKCnPVYRSUY/s400/DSC_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so for anyone who didn't know we had quite the,  well... horrendous weekend with Hayden.  He wound up in the hospital with the pneumonia.  Since then I have had a flood of questions pertaining to this.."how did you know something was wrong? How did it happen? What were the signs?"  I am here to tell you I am an inept unknowing mother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up Hayden from school on Friday and he was complaining of being tired - odd but not ER material. So I hugged him, carried him home took his temp - FEVER? YES.. so uh maybe the flu.. administered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt; alternating for safety.  His fever came down for a little bit on Sat Morning (Fallon's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; - sorry we missed it guys) but spiked back up to 101 around 11:30.  Gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt; again but with no help his fever went to 104.  Now I am getting worried..Why won't it go down?  ears don't hurt, eyes don't hurt, throat?..good.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stomach&lt;/span&gt;/ well that he says hurts off and on, but could it be a bad flu?  Head ache?..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; but gee he is burning up, who's head wouldn't hurt.  So with no answers left..off to the ER we went - to please.. stop the burning!!!  By now he is a tired boy, no running around, very mellow!  He is making me nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ER they give him an adequate dose of a Tylenol/Motrin type substance - Evidently the bottles dosage is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;under dosed&lt;/span&gt; for children so they explained that what I was giving him wouldn't even touch his fever.  HEY who knew?  I sure didn't!  within an hour - I could see my boy come back..a smile here and there  and a more talkative Hayden appeared, wondering when we could go home, because he was feeling better.. GEE so was I!  I started to breathe better and thought oh this is just fine now - until they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; came over requesting chest x-rays, (which I thought was routine) then came back again , with 2 nurses this time,  to explain that "NO your son is not going home, he has a mild pneumonia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SO blind sided?  yes, I had no idea!  He coughed a couple times in the morning and during the night but during the day he was 100 percent fine and active as ever! I mean really  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tis&lt;/span&gt; the season for coughs and colds!"  We were lucky Hayden only had to stay one night and was a true trooper with all the shots and breathing treatments and all that jazz!  It was an emotional roller coaster for this mom that has left me really wary of any COUGH that comes out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; mouth.  Now if Tyler coughs I almost panic in my head and want to check his temp.  I mean he is energetic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; all over but you never know, tommorow it could be the pneumonia!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-1859036209030691926?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1859036209030691926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=1859036209030691926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/1859036209030691926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/1859036209030691926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/walking-pneumonia.html' title='Walking Pneumonia?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SRpY3nwYAyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yKCnPVYRSUY/s72-c/DSC_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-8816468936869113565</id><published>2008-11-02T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:14:06.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Birthday Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>So I made it home Halloween night in time to cook 2 cakes so they would be ready to frost the next morning.  Hayden requested an Indiana Jones Cake and Tyler's only request when asked "what kind of cake do you want?" was "GREEN, Mom, GREEN!"  So with those two things to go on... I came up with an Indiana Jones cake (The #5 candle goes in the space after the word "is") The Indiana Jones guy and boulder set come off but the other rocks are all edible.  It was fun to be artistic with the cake and Hayden just said over and over "THIS is so AWESOME!" Now there is some real praise for a mother!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4a9IjNG1I/AAAAAAAAACs/hJwGqDbFfk4/s1600-h/DSC_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174652012174162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4a9IjNG1I/AAAAAAAAACs/hJwGqDbFfk4/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND with the word green to go on I came up with..well what else..the green cake.  Which is green throughout.  It is frosted green, decorated with green and when you add a little green food coloring to the mix, turns the cake itself green too.  I never knew adults could be swayed so much by the color of a green cake. Hasn't anyone ever read Green Eggs and Ham? I mean really?? I had quite a few wary looks and a few.."wow that looks gross"  comments but I guess that is what you get when you make a perfectly yummy tasting green cake!  Tyler's #3 candle went right in the middle of the hands. I thought it turned out nicely and did taste delicious too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4at5vkkPI/AAAAAAAAACk/jA58HJ8Ebrs/s1600-h/DSC_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174390339473650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4at5vkkPI/AAAAAAAAACk/jA58HJ8Ebrs/s400/DSC_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had 2 very happy boys about each of their own special cakes.  Hayden was lucky enough to get to go to school on his Birthday.  There they present the birthday boys or girls with a birthday crown that displays the 5 that they just turned for all to see.  Hayden now thinks that since he is 5 the whole world revolves around him.  It used to be "oh did you know that Collin was 5..that is why he can do that." or "Mom did you know SHE is 5!!"  NOW it is all about how he is 5 and now he is fast and can go first and is the tallest.  It is almost like he gained a super power!!  I just wish we could all think like kids do.  I am so excited to find out what kind of power I am going to get when I turn 32!  It most definitely will be something cool!! I know you are all holding your breath! I promise to let you know! Here is my smiling 5 year old - so happy to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wielding&lt;/span&gt; the  5 year old power! Can't you just see it in his smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4acvcOvTI/AAAAAAAAACc/_pYrvdBrm3M/s1600-h/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174095516220722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4acvcOvTI/AAAAAAAAACc/_pYrvdBrm3M/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual Birthday went nicely!  We had games and a treasure hunt!  The kids followed a map all over the park much to the disappointment of Will who so nicely videotaped the whole thing for me - Thanks WILL!!  Hayden and Tyler loved following the letters and the map all over to find the key to discover the buried treasure (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; sand at the park)  After the kids all dug it up Hayden had to use the key to open the chest and get to the sacks of goodies for all the kids!  It really is fun to watch their delight at discovering the treasure and opening it up!!  Besides the kid games we had chips, dip, a veggie plate - more chips and more munchies and of course the CAKES!  Here are the 2 birthday boys ready to blow out their candles!! Don't you love how Tyler matches his cake. Do you even wonder for a second what his favorite color is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4aL_vr_yI/AAAAAAAAACU/I1JO0XPdaAA/s1600-h/DSC_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264173807835021090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4aL_vr_yI/AAAAAAAAACU/I1JO0XPdaAA/s400/DSC_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All in all it was great! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAyden&lt;/span&gt; wants another birthday party and can't stop talking about when his next party is and what he wants the next one to be like!  I am just glad they are still young enough not to mind that we do ONE BIG party instead of 2 separate small ones. I am hoping we can keep doing that for a long time.  It is a whole lot of fun and exhausting all at the same time.  Thanks so much to everyone who came to make my boys smile!!!  3 and 5,   I still can't believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-8816468936869113565?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8816468936869113565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=8816468936869113565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8816468936869113565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8816468936869113565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-birthday-fun.html' title='Oh the Birthday Fun!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4a9IjNG1I/AAAAAAAAACs/hJwGqDbFfk4/s72-c/DSC_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-8696202994699667793</id><published>2008-11-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:15:36.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4UFsH6AuI/AAAAAAAAACM/ckMKiRuQgxQ/s1600-h/DSC_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264167102418911970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4UFsH6AuI/AAAAAAAAACM/ckMKiRuQgxQ/s400/DSC_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to all!! Our lives have been crazy full of Pumpkin patch visits, Birthday planning, House sitting, Halloween ward parties, the battle for prop 8 and all that October fun. I am seriously hoping November will take it down a notch! Here are my Little Halloween Treats :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4TZYQf_nI/AAAAAAAAACE/2xI7QSUCkUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264166341172002418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4TZYQf_nI/AAAAAAAAACE/2xI7QSUCkUQ/s400/DSC_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayden wanted to be Bumble bee the transformer and Tyler well he stuck with his costume from last year and was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt;. When we went trick or treating he liked to point out all the spiders that he saw everywhere so his costume was really a perfect fit : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it down a couple of streets before both of my boys decided they had had enough and I couldn't have agreed more. Their bags were heavy enough to cause the boys to walk slightly lopsided. I was glad to be able to call it quits. I still had to run home and make their Birthday cakes for the party the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening all in all went really well. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;halloween&lt;/span&gt; we remembered to say Trick or treat when we got to the door, we didn't stop after the first house and decide that that candy needed to be eaten right then (Tyler's last year exp.) and we even remember to say thank you over and over and over again. Hayden was excited enough to actually want to run to the next house, which brought back some of my Halloween memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler even engaged in miscellaneous conversation at a few houses saying things like,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;how'd&lt;/span&gt; you get those dogs here?" and "Look at all your spiders!" etc, He told me as we were walking from a front door "Mommy, we just keep saying Trick or treat again and again and again!!!" He was pretty funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-8696202994699667793?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8696202994699667793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=8696202994699667793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8696202994699667793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8696202994699667793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SQ4UFsH6AuI/AAAAAAAAACM/ckMKiRuQgxQ/s72-c/DSC_0479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-6846265381587171222</id><published>2008-09-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:34:20.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carving out our places</title><content type='html'>SO the second day didn't go as well as I thought...or did it? Hayden started off the day with a profound "I don't want to go to school today!" To Which I responded with a let's change the subject and hope this isn't really going to happen today comment, "That's nice what do want for breakfast?" Thankfully, school doesn't even start until 11:50.  By the time we were supposed to be getting prepped to walk out the door he was off and running. This time all the way to school and right through the door. By Friday he was asking why we couldn't go to school on Saturdays. - So School is a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that school has brought on more changes than just a routine shift. Hayden now has become a "school boy!" This when defined by a 4 going on 5 year old means that he can now do just about everything by himself. pour his own cereal, make his own chicken nuggets - "DON'T tell me mom, I can do it - DON't help me mom - I know how" - it is quite amazing that sending your child for 3 hours a day to a building called school can suddenly make him so independent and full of "know how" -Now he wants to go places where I am going to leave him - "so you aren't staying right - I can be here alone?" - ALONE? - meaning in a room full of many other people but definitely without mom and tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all his new independence, Tyler and I are trying to figure out what to do with ourselves. As much as I want to be the "Hayden for Tyler" I am constantly reminded that I am not. I took him to the park after we dropped Hayden off for his 3rd day of school and Tyler. my park loving boy - just sat in the stroller and said - "I want to go home" I tried some gentle coaxing, "Let's swing! and I will play with you on the slides" - to which Tyler put his head down on the stroller and said,"there are no boys to play with, I want to go home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may take a while to discover exactly what our schedule will be. It is amazing to me how incorporating school into our lives has had such an affect on my normal - "Whatever, Whenever" look on our day. It sure makes Hayden happy - now if I could just figure out something to make Tyler excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-6846265381587171222?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/6846265381587171222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=6846265381587171222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6846265381587171222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/6846265381587171222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/09/carving-out-our-places.html' title='Carving out our places'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-8228670742797539181</id><published>2008-09-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:05:52.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First day of school!!!First Day of school!! - this a familiar phrase that I have heard over and over from Nemo! -Hayden was so excited and has been. The day of school orientation he crawled in bed with me in the morning to wake me up and ask me "do you know what today is? - then he informed me that today we were going to school. Just a little excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On orientation Day he and MAry ran ahead of us the whole way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241836709665042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL6-twov8ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/RW5CO4w6oSM/s400/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved checking out the school - seeing their teacher and of course, checking out the playground. Tyler was pretty certain he was going to school too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL6__g5X4KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZwNIx5MboE8/s1600-h/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838114189074594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL6__g5X4KI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZwNIx5MboE8/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that excitement can change a little on the first day so I was wondering how it would go.  We had to be at the school at 8:20, so it was an early morning. Tyler didn't want to have anything to do with waking up. That is why he is still in pjs.  Hayden and Mary once again ran all the way there.  although Hayden became wary with the large crowd of parents and the crying kids. He decided maybe this wasn't going to be so fun... lucky for me, he only really started to think this way 2 minutes before Mrs. Slegers saw him and helped him right into the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL7AY81C-qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X3Yx_SPYUrU/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241838551183850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL7AY81C-qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X3Yx_SPYUrU/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enough time for me to give a quick kiss good-bye, tell him to have fun, and quickly run off to cry around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I just experienced Hayden's 1st Day. In summary it went really well there were no catastrophes, no screaming or clinging on legs and no tears - except for my own while departing and hidden under sunglasses. We  had a successful 1st day - Now I am just worried about day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-8228670742797539181?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/8228670742797539181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=8228670742797539181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8228670742797539181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/8228670742797539181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SL6-twov8ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/RW5CO4w6oSM/s72-c/DSC_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-7887661368893954762</id><published>2008-08-08T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:03:43.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy-DmQOOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/eRNKK88H7jk/s1600-h/rotated2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265836115146994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy-DmQOOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/eRNKK88H7jk/s400/rotated2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Licking up ice cream cones on hot hot days!! Or getting licked by one? I don't know who won this fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy9Tvut7UI/AAAAAAAAABc/awWw2aOqYAc/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232265014025252162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy9Tvut7UI/AAAAAAAAABc/awWw2aOqYAc/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since Aunt Martha showed up at our house, Hayden has been showing off all his tricks. I was just lucky to catch him in mid-air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy8-lG1bFI/AAAAAAAAABU/jQ0YgMIYZ_M/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232264650396363858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy8-lG1bFI/AAAAAAAAABU/jQ0YgMIYZ_M/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wednesdays are designated park days or beach days. During the summer it leans toward the beach. My boys love to dig in the sand. Hayden loves to catch sand crabs and watch them swim and burrow in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy8Yb5CIKI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y-6BTQAVd_0/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232263995087528098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy8Yb5CIKI/AAAAAAAAABM/Y-6BTQAVd_0/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Riding Bikes is one of our favorite things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy6dYR4EAI/AAAAAAAAABE/JSdgzuWt9eY/s1600-h/DSC_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232261880994074626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy6dYR4EAI/AAAAAAAAABE/JSdgzuWt9eY/s400/DSC_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is a beach boy too, but his delights are more often found in luring the birds closer with food and then chasing them down.  Oh what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy5zhiSrqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CfN-R79i3oI/s1600-h/rotated.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232261161924341410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy5zhiSrqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CfN-R79i3oI/s400/rotated.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so amazing how one simple little ice cream cone can turn into the biggest mess of the century. ALL over the face, the hands, the clothes, the patio, the chairs, the walls, the screen door, the trash can - I can't believe how much destruction can happen on such a small patio. Thanks a lot Uncle Richard : ) !!! SO much devastation for a world full of glee and happiness - Worth it? OH YOU BETCHA! It will happen again, although next time I am going to strip them down - maybe it will save their clothes from the STAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-7887661368893954762?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7887661368893954762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=7887661368893954762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7887661368893954762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7887661368893954762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahh-summer.html' title='Ahh Summer!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJy-DmQOOPI/AAAAAAAAABk/eRNKK88H7jk/s72-c/rotated2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-142605184117700163</id><published>2008-08-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T09:32:50.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EarthShake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJM5chGUxZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ju0CwRaaWoM/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229586754391295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJM5chGUxZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ju0CwRaaWoM/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an exciting adventure Tuesday when Hayden and Tyler experienced their first "Earthshake." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 11:40 they were happily playing all around the living room when the earth started rocking. I quickly gathered my crew and we sat in a doorway. While being bombarded with questions by Hayden - what's happening? what's happening? what's happening? and enduring a Tyler lock around my neck - he was not about to let go - I proceeded to explain exacly what an earth quake was. "The earth shifting below us, the earth moving etc." I explained it in more detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow my definition was either vague or just really misinterperted because now Tyler's favorite question to ask is "Is the planet coming again?" I think our catastrophe went from an "earth shaking" to a possible planetary collision? Not certain what is going on in the heads of my little ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, we definitely had an experience. We had pictures fall off the bookcases, things fall off the entertainment center and stuff in the kitchen fell down. Mostly it made me rethink what kind of knick knacks I keep in certain places - gotta keep the house "earthshake safe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-142605184117700163?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/142605184117700163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=142605184117700163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/142605184117700163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/142605184117700163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/08/earthshake.html' title='EarthShake!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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://bp3.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SJM5chGUxZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ju0CwRaaWoM/s72-c/DSC_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-7958591138268480459</id><published>2008-07-17T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:57:57.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-i6DqFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GsDjyC7Y8KQ/s1600-h/DSC_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224073211070998898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-i6DqFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GsDjyC7Y8KQ/s400/DSC_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-iTcgC-BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/phb3Z-PhAs8/s1600-h/DSC_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224072547724883986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-iTcgC-BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/phb3Z-PhAs8/s400/DSC_1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We introduced Hayden And Tyler to the SLIP and SLIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-hk-1U7iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aelohc703Ow/s1600-h/DSC_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071749487095330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-hk-1U7iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aelohc703Ow/s400/DSC_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-hNbBEhSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xdrtDYm28is/s1600-h/DSC_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071344735683874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-hNbBEhSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xdrtDYm28is/s400/DSC_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-7958591138268480459?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/7958591138268480459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=7958591138268480459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7958591138268480459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/7958591138268480459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-i6DqFaXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GsDjyC7Y8KQ/s72-c/DSC_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-3033609814354466270</id><published>2008-07-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:41:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-aUyzCJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7BRJ4Dl_sXw/s1600-h/IMG_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224063774796948642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-aUyzCJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7BRJ4Dl_sXw/s320/IMG_6191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 4th of July was a fun adventure. We decided it was time, as a family, to escape the daily norms and surroundings and take a trip. Thanks to Jess a couple of July fourths ago we were introduced to the firework show aboard the USS Midway. We decided it would be fun to travel to San Diego and experience the fun all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time we booked a place to stay nearby in order to avoid the night driving home. We had a wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-3033609814354466270?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/3033609814354466270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=3033609814354466270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/3033609814354466270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/3033609814354466270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-blast.html' title='July Blast'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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://bp2.blogger.com/_XddI0JW1Bxo/SH-aUyzCJKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7BRJ4Dl_sXw/s72-c/IMG_6191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2462064750425797273.post-1635971413077161958</id><published>2008-07-01T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:28:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing A PART</title><content type='html'>Growing a part..hmm if you say that really fast , the meaning can get lost.  You could mean you are growing an appendage or perhaps a part of your self - or you could mean that something is accumulating distance and not as close as it once was.  I think my family is doing one and sometimes both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the last 2 months we had a .. well... a family,  move in that has added to the head count in my apartment.  I have been wanting 3 children for a while but this is not exactly what I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about the time the sun appears in the sky and the rooster crows I expect to hear the bell ringing on  my gate and a knock on my door.   (YES HE can bypass the childproof gate) "can I play, Can I come in?"  I proceed with the morning ritual of sending my new third child back to his home at 7:40, and again at 8:00, 8:15 and finally when 8:30 arrives and I can't keep my other 2 children from grinning with glee as they see him once again at the gate, I give up and let the child in to wreak havoc on the house.  I am growing a Part - A "full grown"3 1/2 year old  part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I enjoy having this part in the house to make my children laugh and keep them busy. It is nice to watch him learn to say sorry, say please and thank you or when he learns a new word.  My eldest loves him and will make up fun and elaborate games to play when he is over.  (I think he is more thrilled with the fact that this new PART does whatever he tells him too - thus becoming the perfect play partner in all his adventures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are most certainly moments, Although, sadly,  more often then not,  I feel like I have grown something akin to a wart in a most irritating spot.   I just want to freeze it off and get on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain, besides the early morning greetings over and over and over again, My youngest does not get along so well with this new part.  They like to yell and shriek and fight.  If I send him home to his family, explaining the need for time, I see him 15 minutes later.. once again at the door or just playing on the patio.  The part gets hungry just about as much as my kids do and will not hesitate to ask for what he wants - as opposed to what the whole is getting.  I have even found him on the counter in the cupboards.  He keeps me on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this new growth in our household I have begun to seek refuge in other areas.  I go to the park, the in-laws, the store, the library, the beach, the"ANYWHERE I CAN THINK OF"  I wake up thinking of excuses not to let him in or places to go so I don't have to have any excuses.  Often I call and invite other children over so I can use the "inn is full" excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a busy woman with places to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only hope is that this new Part in our lives will grow bored and we will grow apart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-1635971413077161958?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/1635971413077161958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=1635971413077161958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/1635971413077161958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/1635971413077161958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-part.html' title='Growing A PART'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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-2462064750425797273.post-2915138121770104779</id><published>2008-06-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:35:44.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how often I think about escaping. This thought usually is heightened and really loud at the beginning of each Sunday; mostly because of how much I have to do, to coordinate, all the people with whom I need to talk, the meetings I should not miss, the meetings I need to plan, the papers I need to pass out and the numbers I need to calculate. This is only a portion of the structural problems. There is also the emotional component: the drama. The he said and she said. The evil eyes, smirks and sassy attitudes. The waiting to see who is going to be offended by what, and the deliberating of how it will be resolved. The "sibling rivalry" and the "three's a crowd." The family problems, the health issues, the spiritual uplifts and the spiritual disastors. The days when the laws of the universe shift and the world stops rotating around the sun and starts rotating around that one individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was under the impression that I was working with young women. This was not entirely false, I do work with them, along with their parents and many other leaders. I think I may work better with just the youth. For some reason I think youth are a lot less complicated than adults. I don't know exactly why - but I think I am right. Adults have had a lot more years to complicate things, youth are just learning how to be complicated.......some are better at it than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like complicated. I like simple. I like fun and free and loving people just to feel the action of loving and not just to be loved in return. I like immediate forgiveness and thinking about things from all perspectives. I like moments of silence and the kind of stillness that allows a pin dropping to be heard. I like big hugs and true throaty laughter that comes from that place where smiles begin and happiness flows free. I love the faces of my boys and the way they love me no matter what mistakes I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I think of when I want to escape. These things pull me back, out of the muck and remind me of... me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2462064750425797273-2915138121770104779?l=parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/feeds/2915138121770104779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2462064750425797273&amp;postID=2915138121770104779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/2915138121770104779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2462064750425797273/posts/default/2915138121770104779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentsofmonsters.blogspot.com/2008/06/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04996292519974821440</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></feed>
