<?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-1285275943582044965</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:52:48.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a wonderful life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6735283801151743609</id><published>2009-07-06T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:28:32.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Kaitlyn has been so excited about going to camp that she could hardly sleep last night, so today when she woke up she told me her stomach hurt and I figured she was probably just hungry. Later we were dropping off Reagan at daycare when she threw up all over the van. At that point I thought I could cry, I figured it could still be nerves so we went back home and I put her to bed and called the camp director to see if she could come late and if not was it refundable. He said she could come late but it was not refundable if she was sick. I prayed and prayed and after she slept she felt much better. She was so cute she walks in all nervous and the kids were in service and she could hear Pastor Barry and you could see her little body calm like yeah a familiar voice. She found her friends and was so happy about her room. She was having so much fun when we left I hardly got a hug good-bye. It was so hard to leave her though she looked so small as we drove away. I'm sure she's going to have a great week though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV97ff61I/AAAAAAAAAaE/fB6E8GZaAPw/s1600-h/P1010788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV97ff61I/AAAAAAAAAaE/fB6E8GZaAPw/s320/P1010788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507798071307090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV9eqacPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vX5NDpKhwqs/s1600-h/P1010787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV9eqacPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/vX5NDpKhwqs/s320/P1010787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507790332457202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV84MtwMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3EXs_MRybvk/s1600-h/P1010786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVwL1G5-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/WDc785YMUJ8/s320/P1010782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507561938741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVvq4f6oI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Tmm7b9GCfjI/s1600-h/P1010780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVvq4f6oI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Tmm7b9GCfjI/s320/P1010780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507553094593154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVvHyKxMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wIb8JB9U5aQ/s1600-h/P1010779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVvHyKxMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/wIb8JB9U5aQ/s320/P1010779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507543672800450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVecR5FXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l6u0Hoe12HQ/s1600-h/P1010777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKVecR5FXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/l6u0Hoe12HQ/s320/P1010777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355507257116792178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6735283801151743609?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6735283801151743609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6735283801151743609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6735283801151743609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6735283801151743609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SlKV97ff61I/AAAAAAAAAaE/fB6E8GZaAPw/s72-c/P1010788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7656023370400652165</id><published>2009-06-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:56:02.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day at Indiana Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhlYnhCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8BYzQlapzAU/s1600-h/P1010683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhlYnhCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8BYzQlapzAU/s320/P1010683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350601566258210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhRznAcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qs82qU5pkxY/s1600-h/P1010682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhRznAcI/AAAAAAAAAY0/qs82qU5pkxY/s320/P1010682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350596310761922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhJxtIXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GR1FpP4gD7U/s1600-h/P1010678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhJxtIXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GR1FpP4gD7U/s320/P1010678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350594155290994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDN77iuOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9qH2_hb8FK4/s1600-h/P1010675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDN77iuOI/AAAAAAAAAYk/9qH2_hb8FK4/s320/P1010675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350264020941026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNnLgEjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-_DvxC6B3XM/s1600-h/P1010673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNnLgEjI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-_DvxC6B3XM/s320/P1010673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350258450731570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNaQH-tI/AAAAAAAAAYU/e7EPp_BYIuM/s1600-h/P1010668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNaQH-tI/AAAAAAAAAYU/e7EPp_BYIuM/s320/P1010668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350254980463314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNB1QE_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/SdU5UK0-ktI/s1600-h/P1010666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDNB1QE_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/SdU5UK0-ktI/s320/P1010666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350248425296882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDMraE7RI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KM8mcxjWO60/s1600-h/P1010665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDMraE7RI/AAAAAAAAAYE/KM8mcxjWO60/s320/P1010665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350350242405739794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana Beach was celebrating their anniversary on Father's Day with quarter rides hot dogs and drinks. None of us has ever been there but it was a lot of fun. I love my kids at this age they are so easy and get along (most of the time) very well. Reagan's favorite part was driving the antique cars actually he started drive off before me and John got in. Kaitlyn's favorite was the air swings that flew over the lake mine too. You can see a picture of Reagan and John in one it's the blue box thing. My favorite was hearing the kids squeals and laughter on the tilt a whirl. John's favorite was shooting the innocent bystanders on the water ride. (and we wonder where Reagan gets it from) We had a great day I couldn't ask for a better family. The one picture of Kaitlyn sleeping is funny I don't know if you can tell but she has fit her whole body in one leg of my pants that I had in the car you can kind of see the other leg off to the side empty. This trip was at the last minute and I forgot her blanket (she's always cold)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7656023370400652165?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7656023370400652165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7656023370400652165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7656023370400652165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7656023370400652165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-at-indiana-beach.html' title='Father&apos;s Day at Indiana Beach'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBDhlYnhCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/8BYzQlapzAU/s72-c/P1010683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-4713206223503503298</id><published>2009-06-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:38:44.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating gifts for mine and John's dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBALLAF0DI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zRSi6tB24Ek/s1600-h/P1010659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBALLAF0DI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zRSi6tB24Ek/s320/P1010659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346917992058930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKoqZmII/AAAAAAAAAX0/FjvyF0dPZDw/s1600-h/P1010658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKoqZmII/AAAAAAAAAX0/FjvyF0dPZDw/s320/P1010658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346908774275202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKbeCO2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0-XqyvFPIV0/s1600-h/P1010655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKbeCO2I/AAAAAAAAAXs/0-XqyvFPIV0/s320/P1010655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346905232751458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKKOCInI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qRJCc4UDOCY/s1600-h/P1010654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBAKKOCInI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qRJCc4UDOCY/s320/P1010654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350346900602233458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Father's Day I found these little boxes to paint for John's dad but on the way home Kaitlyn mentioned how much she misses papa and it sucks we can't do anything for him. (Lately she has been having a hard time with my dad being gone they were very very close but seems the past couple of weeks she has been missing him more he died two years ago in Feb.) So we went back to the store and got a box for him too each kid painted one side for each grandparent and Kaitlyn wrote a letter to my dad about her feelings and we took it to the cemetery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-4713206223503503298?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4713206223503503298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=4713206223503503298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4713206223503503298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4713206223503503298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/decorating-gifts-for-mine-and-johns-dad.html' title='Decorating gifts for mine and John&apos;s dad'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkBALLAF0DI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zRSi6tB24Ek/s72-c/P1010659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3858889514952657602</id><published>2009-06-22T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:32:21.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Kaitlyn Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-klIoi7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/h2XaknU49rQ/s1600-h/P1010664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-klIoi7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/h2XaknU49rQ/s320/P1010664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350345155480685490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-kVX-ehI/AAAAAAAAAXU/svC7qDpX9X0/s1600-h/P1010662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-kVX-ehI/AAAAAAAAAXU/svC7qDpX9X0/s320/P1010662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350345151250070034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-kDnrHeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/J1YUUlyB1ZY/s1600-h/P1010661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-kDnrHeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/J1YUUlyB1ZY/s320/P1010661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350345146484071906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kaitlyn had a flip flop decorating class at the Jo-Ann's she only finished one so we did the other one at the pool during pool breaks.  Afterwards we had dinner and finshed the night with a Hannah Montanna Movie.  I love these times together she is growing up too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3858889514952657602?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3858889514952657602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3858889514952657602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3858889514952657602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3858889514952657602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/mommy-kaitlyn-day.html' title='Mommy Kaitlyn Day'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SkA-klIoi7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/h2XaknU49rQ/s72-c/P1010664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2428122869877813488</id><published>2009-04-27T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:24:12.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cool in the furnace</title><content type='html'>This weekend Kaitlyn was in the Spring Musical "It's cool in the furnace" She loves to sing. This year Kaitlyn decided to try out for a speaking part and she got a small narrator part the only problem was Saturday during rehearsal when she went to take the microphone out she hit herself in the head. All day Saturday and Sunday she worried about doing it in front of everyone. She got the microphone out and did great. I know no church is perfect and I have complained about mine before, but I really do love all the kids programs they have. Last night after the performance me and Kaitlyn were talking and she said "Just think all that with Daniel, Shadrach, Meshack and Obeindigo really happened, God's pretty cool." I told her I completely agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabdj8UHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JpiFyPGOgTA/s1600-h/P1010539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabdj8UHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JpiFyPGOgTA/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329546636877910130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabGECH5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/JAF8uWfsIt0/s1600-h/P1010538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabGECH5I/AAAAAAAAAWY/JAF8uWfsIt0/s320/P1010538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329546630570057618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabE37s5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FnnMTNhox3Y/s1600-h/P1010537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabE37s5I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FnnMTNhox3Y/s320/P1010537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329546630250869650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-2428122869877813488?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2428122869877813488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2428122869877813488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2428122869877813488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2428122869877813488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-cool-in-furnace.html' title='It&apos;s cool in the furnace'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZabdj8UHI/AAAAAAAAAWg/JpiFyPGOgTA/s72-c/P1010539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2708184671978735307</id><published>2009-04-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:00:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get away with Tammy and kids</title><content type='html'>I am way behind in posting life has been crzy here.  My mom got in a car accident and totalled her car, so I have been staying at my sisiter's house so we can car pool back and forth so my mom can use my car.  God was very good my mom was able to get a new car this weekend within her means and she got a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids didn't have school last week so we went to indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQrSWpVHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Vc_CLPf0hCU/s1600-h/P1010497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQrSWpVHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Vc_CLPf0hCU/s320/P1010497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329535913630979186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQrFDEC3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cJXn1qBVAhE/s1600-h/P1010438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQrFDEC3I/AAAAAAAAAVI/cJXn1qBVAhE/s320/P1010438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329535910059182962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQq74N_WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rq8zSEgmbKA/s1600-h/P1010437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQq74N_WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rq8zSEgmbKA/s320/P1010437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329535907597778274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQNEyiQhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pQg5tRpt0ZM/s1600-h/P1010434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQNEyiQhI/AAAAAAAAAU4/pQg5tRpt0ZM/s320/P1010434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329535394593784338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley is fascinated with dinosaurs we watched this video over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZRGIazDzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-68kZo1Edqg/s1600-h/P1010474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZRGIazDzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/-68kZo1Edqg/s320/P1010474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329536374820507442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley is not a really touchy feely person and Kailtyn so is we love this picture of them because Bradley's face is almost saying "She's touching me again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZSJq00ZKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xMeNeKKtSOs/s1600-h/P1010442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZSJq00ZKI/AAAAAAAAAVo/xMeNeKKtSOs/s320/P1010442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329537535107687586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZSJdDoyyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_CkOkEDUWS8/s1600-h/P1010443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZSJdDoyyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_CkOkEDUWS8/s320/P1010443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329537531411745570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use to make fun of my mom growing up because she can make friends anywhere.  Well Kaitlyn made this friend at the museum and she follwed us for the next two hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTBRdSH2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/r9S7lCp-FIc/s1600-h/P1010495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTBRdSH2I/AAAAAAAAAV4/r9S7lCp-FIc/s320/P1010495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329538490370760546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTBR1J3WI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5FIXlnc4Ajs/s1600-h/P1010481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTBR1J3WI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5FIXlnc4Ajs/s320/P1010481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329538490470882658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy is prepared for evertything and she always packs so much.  When we go out of town we usually bring a bag of cookies and a bag of chips.  Kaitlyn thought is was so cool having all this food in our room.  I must admit it was nice even though I made fun of her. (this is just two days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTqsDebbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zUsQQXBKuaY/s1600-h/P1010439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTqsDebbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/zUsQQXBKuaY/s320/P1010439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329539201884908978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTqaEkfeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_dENyy3nL9s/s1600-h/P1010440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZTqaEkfeI/AAAAAAAAAWA/_dENyy3nL9s/s320/P1010440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329539197057662434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan decided not to go.  He really wanted to stay home and just have some daddy time. He is such a negotiator though before we left he asked if he could have his spending money.  I told him he wasn't going so why did he need money.  His reply was "well if I was going I would get to spend money at the gift shop so I would like to have my money at Target instead"  I took him and he purcahsed a new game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-2708184671978735307?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2708184671978735307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2708184671978735307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2708184671978735307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2708184671978735307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-away-with-tammy-and-kids.html' title='Get away with Tammy and kids'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SfZQrSWpVHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Vc_CLPf0hCU/s72-c/P1010497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7300835765179341649</id><published>2009-04-17T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:56:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONqt8plI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q-ZjvPoYCjw/s1600-h/P1010431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONqt8plI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q-ZjvPoYCjw/s320/P1010431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874031054595666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONXxg6EI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m4YdL0lNT9g/s1600-h/P1010426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONXxg6EI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m4YdL0lNT9g/s320/P1010426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874025969281090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONG8dZaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EjarbgC7eOw/s1600-h/P1010424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONG8dZaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/EjarbgC7eOw/s320/P1010424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874021451785634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelOM-1G9XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TwP3Bf4-c20/s1600-h/P1010421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelOM-1G9XI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TwP3Bf4-c20/s320/P1010421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874019273471346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelOMrBZ_fI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZqBbZOBWpNY/s1600-h/P1010418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelOMrBZ_fI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ZqBbZOBWpNY/s320/P1010418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325874013956341234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know Easter is past, but I am a little behind in my posting.  Our Easter was great I wasn't feeling the best and really just wanted to stay in bed, but we went to church and had a great time.  Reagan talked alot about what he learned about in class and it made us appreciate our church more.  Sometimes I can get upset by some things, but I try to remind myself no church is perfect. &lt;br /&gt; After church we came home and opened Easter Baskets we bought the kids scooters and then we went to my mom's for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7300835765179341649?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7300835765179341649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7300835765179341649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7300835765179341649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7300835765179341649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SelONqt8plI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q-ZjvPoYCjw/s72-c/P1010431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7975058663861593679</id><published>2009-04-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:20:09.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64vDiC9UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XHejVOJL2cU/s1600-h/P1010413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64vDiC9UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XHejVOJL2cU/s320/P1010413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894928139973954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64u0a0IyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kNwUYjxBoeE/s1600-h/P1010410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64u0a0IyI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kNwUYjxBoeE/s320/P1010410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894924083110690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64ujnp6xI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mt6QGzHAVk8/s1600-h/P1010405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64ujnp6xI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mt6QGzHAVk8/s320/P1010405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894919573564178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64uKji9KI/AAAAAAAAATw/HQFetUamxXo/s1600-h/P1010401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64W3BNOgI/AAAAAAAAATA/usWg_ofclFQ/s320/P1010384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894512464148994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EqiLW4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vVdDzPV6qA8/s1600-h/P1010383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EqiLW4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vVdDzPV6qA8/s320/P1010383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894199875132290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EcLDChI/AAAAAAAAASw/PtxlLj-RpQ8/s1600-h/P1010371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EcLDChI/AAAAAAAAASw/PtxlLj-RpQ8/s320/P1010371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894196020021778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EFTGN0I/AAAAAAAAASo/bylk1_4k27U/s1600-h/P1010369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64EFTGN0I/AAAAAAAAASo/bylk1_4k27U/s320/P1010369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894189879768898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64D9GBy4I/AAAAAAAAASg/4wGnAXJHU7Q/s1600-h/P1010366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64D9GBy4I/AAAAAAAAASg/4wGnAXJHU7Q/s320/P1010366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894187677469570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64Do5AV3I/AAAAAAAAASY/stkOfLUGeA4/s1600-h/P1010359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64Do5AV3I/AAAAAAAAASY/stkOfLUGeA4/s320/P1010359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322894182254139250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Spring break we took a mini vacation to Toledo.  We found this great place that sold playground equipment in this huge wharehouse by our hotel and for $5.00 we could play there.  The kids had a great time.  I love watching them play right now Reagan is really into Mario Brothers.  He pretended the huge playground was Bowser's castle and He had to save Princess Peach.  The next day we went to the zoo I love the Toledo Zoo it is great.  It was suppose to be free with our zoo pass, but our city changed it to 50% off instead being free.  This was a very unexpected and we did not find out until we got to the gate.  At first I was upset, but it was still worth it.  I have been tryig to loose weight and didn't want to have to count calories on vacation.  I went a little crazy and gained 7 pounds oh well it was fun, but now it's time to get back with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7975058663861593679?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7975058663861593679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7975058663861593679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7975058663861593679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7975058663861593679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/Sd64vDiC9UI/AAAAAAAAAUI/XHejVOJL2cU/s72-c/P1010413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5973978983595874071</id><published>2009-03-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:52:43.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHlHE92lzI/AAAAAAAAASA/7bQ8g9hhxHc/s1600-h/P1010318.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310277345401542450 style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHk7R9w_aI/AAAAAAAAARo/-n631ra7Lts/s320/P1010337.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHk7Io1C2I/AAAAAAAAARg/QduAzwOcZnY/s1600-h/P1010328.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310277140228672354 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHk7Io1C2I/AAAAAAAAARg/QduAzwOcZnY/s320/P1010328.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHk6mqvzLI/AAAAAAAAARY/ACR9S_ggW6k/s1600-h/P1010320.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310277131109911730 style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHk6mqvzLI/AAAAAAAAARY/ACR9S_ggW6k/s320/P1010320.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Tonight I took the kids to go see Disney on Ice with my family we had such a great time and the kids really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2806b62c7464918d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2806b62c7464918d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329842966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55848ABF13C3FF21C94507A0AAB32523B77E8F42.76989AC2EA1795696B5EEF09E7C2A16A1D1E858F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2806b62c7464918d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5ZGQqRIgYKYbjyFSRh5yZnVcX8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2806b62c7464918d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329842966%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D55848ABF13C3FF21C94507A0AAB32523B77E8F42.76989AC2EA1795696B5EEF09E7C2A16A1D1E858F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2806b62c7464918d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD5ZGQqRIgYKYbjyFSRh5yZnVcX8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5973978983595874071?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2806b62c7464918d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5973978983595874071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5973978983595874071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5973978983595874071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5973978983595874071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SbHlHE92lzI/AAAAAAAAASA/7bQ8g9hhxHc/s72-c/P1010318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6924353705964057360</id><published>2009-02-22T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:05:31.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting</title><content type='html'>For a long time now I have been talking about painting our bedroom, but haven't got around to it.  I decided today was going to be the day.  I told my husband I was going to paint it pink and brown and he asked if I forgot that a man sleeps in that bed.  My husband will never be one of those guys in a pink shirt.  Have you ever had to remove wallpaper it is tough work.  I almost said forget it.  We finally got off as most as we could.  I love the way it looks Reagan says he likes the bottom half because it isn't so girly, but the top half was too pink I think his dad has rubbed off on him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaISZSz4lJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2G4zD5lANqc/s1600-h/P1010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaISZSz4lJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2G4zD5lANqc/s320/P1010317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305823536751350930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6924353705964057360?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6924353705964057360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6924353705964057360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6924353705964057360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6924353705964057360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/painting.html' title='Painting'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaISZSz4lJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/2G4zD5lANqc/s72-c/P1010317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-353155135824962615</id><published>2009-02-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:12:29.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDerGMuHTI/AAAAAAAAARI/3swqZguzARo/s1600-h/P1010312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDerGMuHTI/AAAAAAAAARI/3swqZguzARo/s320/P1010312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305485193022151986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbq4SJhDI/AAAAAAAAARA/AaWC3k35u5w/s1600-h/P1010316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbq4SJhDI/AAAAAAAAARA/AaWC3k35u5w/s320/P1010316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305481890751939634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqgE58mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cRdkjhGYzpI/s1600-h/P1010307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqgE58mI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cRdkjhGYzpI/s320/P1010307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305481884253942370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqYLXtFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xhvIpAtG_E0/s1600-h/P1010309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqYLXtFI/AAAAAAAAAQw/xhvIpAtG_E0/s320/P1010309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305481882133574738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqJDFYyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r18C-gmwzx4/s1600-h/P1010302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbqJDFYyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/r18C-gmwzx4/s320/P1010302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305481878072288034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbp3UoavI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aR-E659pa6k/s1600-h/P1010298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDbp3UoavI/AAAAAAAAAQg/aR-E659pa6k/s320/P1010298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305481873314048754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the children's museum. We had a great time Reagan and Kaitlyn really enjoyed the Lego part and dressing up as super heroes. Today we did not use the elevator and we packed a lunch to save on calories and our budget. It was really nice to spend some time together. Reagan did really well he took turns doing what he and Kaitlyn wanted.Kaitlyn forgot to charge her ds and he even shared with her which is asking for a miracle. (he even sleeps with his ds sometime nights) When we were leaving I was praising him for his behavior and he said "yeah I know I had zero fits" which felt good that he even understands our days go more smoothly when he cooperates. I think Reagan is starting to learn he dosen't like being grounded.  Oh well I guess that's another life lesson we have to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-353155135824962615?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/353155135824962615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=353155135824962615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/353155135824962615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/353155135824962615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/childrens-museum.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SaDerGMuHTI/AAAAAAAAARI/3swqZguzARo/s72-c/P1010312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2173278818169545511</id><published>2009-02-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:14:31.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with my best friend</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been working hard and have been a little stressed trying to be super mom.  My husband decided to take matters into his own hands to give me the rest and relaxation I so needed.  He called my anut who not only agreed to take my children but my dog as well. (bless her heart)  John and I went away this weekend we ate at the spaghetti factory and stayed at a hotel that had the greatest hot tub.  It was so nice and great price thanks to priceline.com.  We really enjoyed our time together.  I am glad to be home with my family and I feel much more relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetNTwG-XI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NcPCfh_qZvs/s1600-h/P1010272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetNTwG-XI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NcPCfh_qZvs/s320/P1010272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302897530404010354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we were talking about tatoos and I said someday I would like to get one on my foot.  Any guesses what I did today?  It was a lot of fun John is usually anti-tatoo but after watching mine get done he is maybe thinking about getting one someday.  &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetNB4C_mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OlXPaHEwOzs/s1600-h/P1010270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetNB4C_mI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/OlXPaHEwOzs/s320/P1010270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302897525605465698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite restraunt it is a good thing we don't have one in town or I would never lose weight.            &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetMg0shVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1Z4NcgF_nBg/s1600-h/P1010262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetMg0shVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/1Z4NcgF_nBg/s320/P1010262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302897516733039954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Relaxing at the hotel by the fire.  We missed the kids but were thankful for some quiet time together.  Me and John love playing card games well this trip I think the student became the master.  I can never win rummie against him and I finally learned his trick on holding cards so the other person ends up with all the cards.  My friend made this scarf I'm wearing in this picture she is awesome.  Check her out at http://sherific.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetMU27kJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8rmbtG3COhQ/s1600-h/P1010260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetMU27kJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8rmbtG3COhQ/s320/P1010260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302897513521189010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-2173278818169545511?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2173278818169545511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2173278818169545511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2173278818169545511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2173278818169545511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-with-my-best-friend.html' title='Weekend with my best friend'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SZetNTwG-XI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NcPCfh_qZvs/s72-c/P1010272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5877608058452714858</id><published>2009-02-12T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:39:00.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad</title><content type='html'>Today I was at a table with some of my preschoolers and one of the girls was singing.  They are always singing, but usually it's Hannah Montanna, High School Musical, or songs we sing in chapel. The school policy is Christian or kids songs.  Anyway I was at the table when one girl started singing the song "I kissed a girl".  I have never heard the song until then and told her that it wasn't appropriate and please sing something else.  She told me her parent and her sing it in the car.  I was speechless it's bad enough to not be aware of what your child is listening to, but totally different to know and sing along.  I was really sad that this five year old knows things that she shouldn't know whatever happened to kids being kids.  I came home and looked it up because I thought maybe it's not that bad but it was even worse.  Here is the video for the song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAp9BKosZXs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5877608058452714858?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5877608058452714858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5877608058452714858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5877608058452714858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5877608058452714858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sad.html' title='So sad'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5330534966739908385</id><published>2009-02-07T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:50:18.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go on Mommy date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5Wac3k2II/AAAAAAAAAP4/z6EtVMHxDJ0/s1600-h/P1010255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5Wac3k2II/AAAAAAAAAP4/z6EtVMHxDJ0/s320/P1010255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268823887534210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WaPNndpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HJr92yOoqaI/s1600-h/P1010254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WaPNndpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HJr92yOoqaI/s320/P1010254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268820221884050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WaDXTfUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KqkokJBDL2Y/s1600-h/P1010253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WaDXTfUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KqkokJBDL2Y/s320/P1010253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268817041292610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WZkrxNhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HQ87OBTxKsI/s1600-h/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WZkrxNhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HQ87OBTxKsI/s320/P1010250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268808805627410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WZVf4URI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7nslrXy_9PY/s1600-h/P1010241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5WZVf4URI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7nslrXy_9PY/s320/P1010241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268804729229586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my husband went tobagganing with his family so it was just me and the kids.  My kids love science central I kind of think its a little boring, but we had a great time I packed a picnic so we could eat there.  Kaitlyn has been waiting till she is tall enough to go down the high wire bike and the slide and today she got to do both.  Poor think got half way around on the bike and got scared so the worker had to push her the other half.  Reagan's behavior was really well he took turns doing what Kailtyn wanted too and had no fits.  After we went to the library, the last time we were there Reagan could get books but no movies due to his behavior. Tonight he asked if he could get movies and I said yes he then apologized and started naming what he did wrong from like two or three weeks ago.  I was really happy that he understood his choices and could realize on his own that they were wrong. The best part of the library was Reagan has started getting into computer games ans they fight over the computer alot well I signed them up for computer and while they each had their own computer I got some time to relax and read. We finished the night off with making pizza and watching Madagascar2 together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5330534966739908385?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5330534966739908385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5330534966739908385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5330534966739908385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5330534966739908385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-go-on-mommy-date.html' title='Let&apos;s go on Mommy date.'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SY5Wac3k2II/AAAAAAAAAP4/z6EtVMHxDJ0/s72-c/P1010255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3496377425636563271</id><published>2009-02-01T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:18:24.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little angry</title><content type='html'>Today my dad has been dead for two years. I was doing totally fine, but for some reason today I have a lot of anger towards him. (I know it sounds crazy) I am angry that he didn't take better care of himself. On the plus side me and Debbie played racket ball today and I think all the anger improved my game usually she wins by a landslide but today I won one out of three games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3496377425636563271?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3496377425636563271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3496377425636563271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3496377425636563271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3496377425636563271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-angry.html' title='A little angry'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1136760357805122592</id><published>2009-01-30T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:23:33.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SYN9wp25t1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rCZ_sg05eZs/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SYN9wp25t1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rCZ_sg05eZs/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297215861541156690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a meeting with Reagan's teachers to discuss some behavior problems.  We talked forever and have realized some of his behaviors are learned from other kids and some he is acting out.  We are going to get Reagan a physical and make sure everything is fine.  I feel really encouarged they gave us some great ideas and hopefully Reagan will get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-1136760357805122592?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1136760357805122592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1136760357805122592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1136760357805122592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1136760357805122592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/reagan.html' title='Reagan'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SYN9wp25t1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rCZ_sg05eZs/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3553932054835947232</id><published>2009-01-28T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:25:31.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan asks Jesus in to his heart</title><content type='html'>Last night Reagan and I went to the Y for his swimming lessons after we stayed for open swim. We had a lot of fun and some nice mommy time. When we were changing out of the blue asks "why did Jesus have to die on the cross and get needles in his hands" I explained the story to him. He then says Kaitlyn says I need to be a Christian how do I do that. So right there in the Y family locker room he made the most important decision. We are so lucky and blessed that our kids have to come to know about Jesus at a young age and hopefully will continue their relationship into adult hood. Tomorrow we are brainstorming with Reagan's teachers about his behavior and stuff I hope all goes well, please keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3553932054835947232?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3553932054835947232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3553932054835947232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3553932054835947232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3553932054835947232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/reagan-asks-jesus-in-to-his-heart.html' title='Reagan asks Jesus in to his heart'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7046193198643381939</id><published>2009-01-24T08:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:32:04.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXtCHE7YOEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WkZ6lpKgkgE/s1600-h/P1010233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXtCHE7YOEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WkZ6lpKgkgE/s320/P1010233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294898476253460546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always buys the best Christmas gifts they are not only great but they are really practical. Last year she bought me a electric griddle and I can make 6 cowboy eggs at once before I could only do two and it took forever to get everybody fed. This year she bought a cd and radio for under the cabinet in the kitchen so today I was able to cook all at once while listening to music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7046193198643381939?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7046193198643381939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7046193198643381939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7046193198643381939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7046193198643381939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughtful-gifts.html' title='Thoughtful gifts'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXtCHE7YOEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/WkZ6lpKgkgE/s72-c/P1010233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1209760463821580621</id><published>2009-01-24T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:26:40.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family First</title><content type='html'>Today I talked to my boss at the craft store and told her starting March 1 I want all Saturdays off.  I have always had a problem setting boundaries and saying no.  My dad and I even went to a seminar when I was a teen about setting boundaries and he paid me to read the book, but today I did it I had rehearsed all the what if she says this or that amazingly I told her and she said great that I need to make time for rest.  I prayed and prayed God would lead me to the right place and I know he did not many retail places would say sure have every Saturday off.  Please pray for Reagan we are having alot of behavior issues  I'm going to talk to his resource teacher and find out what we can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-1209760463821580621?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1209760463821580621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1209760463821580621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1209760463821580621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1209760463821580621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-first.html' title='Family First'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-4102143868447453187</id><published>2009-01-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:49:22.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaugration day</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to go on and on about this but I read a great blog today and wanted to share it.http://justseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-so-black-and-white-world.html We had a great day instead of listening to the tv me and by husband turned off the tv and had a great day spending some time together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-4102143868447453187?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4102143868447453187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=4102143868447453187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4102143868447453187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4102143868447453187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaugration-day.html' title='Inaugration day'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3196381079794414551</id><published>2009-01-20T16:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:31:34.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Sledding</title><content type='html'>Today me and John went sledding it was so much fun.  It was kind of funny sledding while the kids were at school. I went down this one hill and hit a divet and slammed my head on the side of the mountain and went air born while falling on my ribs John was laughing so hard and wished he had a camera.  I'm telling you it felt awful I was almost afraid to get up I hurt so bad.   After we went sledding we went on a hike through the snow.  I'm glad he thought of doing this today we were going to the Y, but than John suggested we go sledding. It was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3196381079794414551?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3196381079794414551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3196381079794414551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3196381079794414551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3196381079794414551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-sledding.html' title='Fun Sledding'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1492217537326001236</id><published>2009-01-18T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:03:02.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kaitlyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtWJ3ryBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DJykWl6fnYQ/s1600-h/P1010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtWJ3ryBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DJykWl6fnYQ/s320/P1010216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834951952844818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtVicer9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uhtE73TIySI/s1600-h/P1010212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtVicer9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/uhtE73TIySI/s320/P1010212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834941369757650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtVCJweLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8ldSdqZIlvM/s1600-h/P1010208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtVCJweLI/AAAAAAAAAOY/8ldSdqZIlvM/s320/P1010208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834932701296818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtU2TyVQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Y_d-Rml0uME/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtU2TyVQI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Y_d-Rml0uME/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834929522136322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtUo7j9OI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Xqqc_0bToqU/s1600-h/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtUo7j9OI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Xqqc_0bToqU/s320/P1010202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292834925930869986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was Kailtyn's birthday I can't believe she's eight.  We gave Kailtyn the option of having a birthday party or spending the night as a family in a hotel room.  We stayed at the hotel and had a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-1492217537326001236?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1492217537326001236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1492217537326001236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1492217537326001236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1492217537326001236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-kaitlyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Kaitlyn'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SXPtWJ3ryBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/DJykWl6fnYQ/s72-c/P1010216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3040604726344073694</id><published>2009-01-09T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:15:04.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaitlyn's PJ's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SWgEOx5yNYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lms5jrd2dMg/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SWgEOx5yNYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lms5jrd2dMg/s320/P1010194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289482414307030402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get are guilty of not going through our kids clothes and pulling out the sizes that are too small.  Kaitlyn came in the living room tonight and asked if her pants shrunk. I looked at the size and it's a 4T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3040604726344073694?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3040604726344073694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3040604726344073694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3040604726344073694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3040604726344073694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaitlyns-pjs_09.html' title='Kaitlyn&apos;s PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SWgEOx5yNYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Lms5jrd2dMg/s72-c/P1010194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5177016296984484473</id><published>2009-01-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:12:27.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have turned into my mom.</title><content type='html'>My mom will never be accused of being a pack rat her motto is "If you haven't used it in 30 days you don't need it."  When we were little my mom would clean our house and throw away stuff or give it to the good will.  Sometime me and my sister would go to the good will and find our notebooks or things with our names and have to buy our stuff back. (you can imangine how thrilled my mom was seeing it come back)  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight John had to go be with his mom, and we thought we would surprise him buy cleaning the house.  I helped the kids clean their rooms, but I found myself saying Reagan you don't use this do you really need it and trying to get them to get rid of the clutter.  I have to admit when he wasn't looking I threw a couple things away.  When I was thrilled with the way his room looked he comes in arms loaded and says look at this stuff I found in the trash.  What can I say mother like daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5177016296984484473?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5177016296984484473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5177016296984484473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5177016296984484473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5177016296984484473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-turned-into-my-mom.html' title='I have turned into my mom.'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6797358391301345131</id><published>2009-01-05T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:30:33.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does PG-13 mean?</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we rented movies and Kaitlyn wanted to stay up and watch mine.  Me and John were dicussing what it was rated and Kailtyn says I know what PG-13 means. "It means there is P and a G on it and there are 13 things wrong with it."  We ended up calling my mom since she had already seen it to see if it was that bad or not.  Kailtyn got to watch it, but we all laugh at her definition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6797358391301345131?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6797358391301345131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6797358391301345131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6797358391301345131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6797358391301345131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-pg-13-mean.html' title='What does PG-13 mean?'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6187092908645758293</id><published>2009-01-03T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:27:19.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SV-RmaOYKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/_uoi9Bq3Voo/s1600-h/P1010193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SV-RmaOYKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/_uoi9Bq3Voo/s320/P1010193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287104576616933698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been working alot.  When I came home John and the kids had went and picked out flowers to thank me for all my hard work.  Aren't they a great family I am truly blessed with a wonderful husband and great kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6187092908645758293?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6187092908645758293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6187092908645758293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6187092908645758293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6187092908645758293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SV-RmaOYKUI/AAAAAAAAANs/_uoi9Bq3Voo/s72-c/P1010193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7965433211018648562</id><published>2009-01-02T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:44:50.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>When my dad was still alive and we would go over there he would always say "Katie-Bug we have work to do" and they would shred papers.  Today I was paying bills and shredding the staments and Kaitlyn asked if she could do it.  I could see the memories in her eyes and would love to know what she was thinking.  She's a great kid, but keeps things buried inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7965433211018648562?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7965433211018648562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7965433211018648562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7965433211018648562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7965433211018648562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2013200316240607608</id><published>2008-12-31T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:08:03.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight loss</title><content type='html'>My sister and me are huge fans of the show biggest losser. Tammy found this incrediblw web sight for wieght loss where you get put on a team and compete against other teams to loose wieght. I have only been doing it for three days I found everyone to be really supportive plus it keeps you on track having to tell everyone what you ate that day. I posted the website if anyone wants to check it out.  I know this time of year many wieght goals are made, and I think that this will be fun way to do it together.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myweightlossteam.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-2013200316240607608?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2013200316240607608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2013200316240607608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2013200316240607608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2013200316240607608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/weight-loss.html' title='weight loss'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6013690188551975780</id><published>2008-12-25T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:43:04.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfp3vvkjI/AAAAAAAAANc/8Ox9ATxomBY/s1600-h/P1010170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812698267554354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfp3vvkjI/AAAAAAAAANc/8Ox9ATxomBY/s320/P1010170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kaitlyn loved her mosaic model clay. She's getting to be at that difficult age where I don't know to buy toys or what. This year we bought some crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfpiTkxeI/AAAAAAAAANU/wPjn7C5fAtQ/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812692512261602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfpiTkxeI/AAAAAAAAANU/wPjn7C5fAtQ/s320/P1010169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John trying out his Christmas present. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfpep5SmI/AAAAAAAAANM/Pq4Rwe3xXvI/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812691532139106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfpep5SmI/AAAAAAAAANM/Pq4Rwe3xXvI/s320/P1010168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan is in train heaven. It's great he's working on his letters while playing, I have already seen him starting to name more letters than what he lets on that he knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfo0jvMyI/AAAAAAAAANE/_T5C6_wSK4o/s1600-h/P1010164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283812680232022818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfo0jvMyI/AAAAAAAAANE/_T5C6_wSK4o/s320/P1010164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub noses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPekl0QZRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zvkRFIXed44/s1600-h/P1010163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811508043670802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPekl0QZRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/zvkRFIXed44/s320/P1010163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie and Duke take a break. Gracie is one and Duke is four. It's great exercise when Gracie visits though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPekEsYauI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DkaqxtXJt6g/s1600-h/P1010161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811499152272098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPekEsYauI/AAAAAAAAAM0/DkaqxtXJt6g/s320/P1010161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejpKXt7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Iz1D74tCDA/s1600-h/P1010156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811491761862578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejpKXt7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/_Iz1D74tCDA/s320/P1010156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan has been asking for a Geo Track but I didn't want to spend the money, but then we found out that they run on this Thomas track master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejXDXn5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/JuFKjpYEoL0/s1600-h/P1010152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811486900658066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejXDXn5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/JuFKjpYEoL0/s320/P1010152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan was so excited about his ds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejHXPRWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qPaA327m7tU/s1600-h/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283811482689029474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPejHXPRWI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qPaA327m7tU/s320/P1010149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn opening a latch hook rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6013690188551975780?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6013690188551975780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6013690188551975780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6013690188551975780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6013690188551975780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPfp3vvkjI/AAAAAAAAANc/8Ox9ATxomBY/s72-c/P1010170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8674341627552682833</id><published>2008-12-25T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:23:59.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcMRe_sCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EUPacujtUts/s1600-h/P1010138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808891245670434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcMRe_sCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EUPacujtUts/s320/P1010138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Reagan opening presents on Christmas Eve at my mom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcL0xnKwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4yXrdUO_Me0/s1600-h/P1010137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808883539127042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcL0xnKwI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4yXrdUO_Me0/s320/P1010137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom telling the Christmas Story and asking why we have Christmas. Last year was our first Christmas without my dad and Kaitlyn asked if Nana was going to start preaching instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcLKTjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2aNIkeCTXyM/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808872138745698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcLKTjJ2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2aNIkeCTXyM/s320/P1010129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister makes the best cookies in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcK7jYaXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/32dR2uMSd8s/s1600-h/P1010127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808868178618738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcK7jYaXI/AAAAAAAAAL0/32dR2uMSd8s/s320/P1010127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my niece Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbnWgrp_I/AAAAAAAAALs/t3cYQW59sZ0/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808256939763698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbnWgrp_I/AAAAAAAAALs/t3cYQW59sZ0/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve makes Gracie sleepy.&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/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbnMstHqI/AAAAAAAAALk/ty53plftPnk/s1600-h/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808254305836706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbnMstHqI/AAAAAAAAALk/ty53plftPnk/s320/P1010144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailtyn's favorite present a jar of cherries. Her favorite food is cheeries and watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbmTldImI/AAAAAAAAALc/7XI3fafSLi4/s1600-h/P1010143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808238974607970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbmTldImI/AAAAAAAAALc/7XI3fafSLi4/s320/P1010143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's favorite present was a snowman blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbmPV3VBI/AAAAAAAAALU/oZma-VDY-mE/s1600-h/P1010136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808237835473938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPbmPV3VBI/AAAAAAAAALU/oZma-VDY-mE/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's ready for presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPblwCJ_yI/AAAAAAAAALM/cziwEwcgTcA/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283808229431312162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPblwCJ_yI/AAAAAAAAALM/cziwEwcgTcA/s320/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/1285275943582044965-8674341627552682833?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8674341627552682833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8674341627552682833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8674341627552682833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8674341627552682833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPcMRe_sCI/AAAAAAAAAMU/EUPacujtUts/s72-c/P1010138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8993183953810471104</id><published>2008-12-25T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:12:11.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ7Qaqr8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nD0EAU_UpHY/s1600-h/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283806399878049730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ7Qaqr8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nD0EAU_UpHY/s320/P1010122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Friday we had an ice storm that left thousands and thousands of people out of power. We lost power Friday and did not get it back until Wednesday. Thankfully we are back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a tree branch hanging upside down blocking the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ7OhB3EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6WPjVDNhJeI/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283806399367863362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ7OhB3EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6WPjVDNhJeI/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This street light is on the corner of our street. The funny thing is it still works, but we didn't have power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ66qj0OI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Av6DmEPRfiA/s1600-h/P1010119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283806394039128290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ66qj0OI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Av6DmEPRfiA/s320/P1010119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a terrace that hangs over our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to our family for taking us in.&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/1285275943582044965-8993183953810471104?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8993183953810471104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8993183953810471104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8993183953810471104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8993183953810471104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-storm.html' title='Ice Storm'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SVPZ7Qaqr8I/AAAAAAAAALE/nD0EAU_UpHY/s72-c/P1010122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8486323679910135269</id><published>2008-12-16T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:19:09.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaitlyn's Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUmlABAKlDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AMoQYpjec4Q/s1600-h/P1010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280933457756329010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUmlABAKlDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AMoQYpjec4Q/s320/P1010105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaitlyn was in the church play this past weekend. Friday night my family came and we had a wonderful time together. As I mentioned in my previous post that this was going to be hard with my dad gone. Saturday night I went to play alone and there was an empty seat beside me, and I swear it was like my dad was there. There were different parts of the play where I could almost hear him like "Wouldn't this prop make a pretty card" or "wow have you ever thought of that" and stuff like that. After the play I was talking to a friend when our children's Pastor came up to tell Kaitlyn what a nice job she did and how he bets someone very special was watching her from Heaven. On the way to the car Kaitlyn asked me if I really thought Papa was watching and I asked her what she thought she said yes and he was saying "Way to go Kaite-Bug" (only my dad calls her Katie-Bug it was special between the two of them) Thank you so much for all your support and prayers. It really means a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-8486323679910135269?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8486323679910135269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8486323679910135269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8486323679910135269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8486323679910135269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/kaitlyns-performance.html' title='Kaitlyn&apos;s Performance'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUmlABAKlDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AMoQYpjec4Q/s72-c/P1010105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3954900445347758121</id><published>2008-12-12T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:14:31.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tough time</title><content type='html'>Every year my church puts on this Christmas musical. Me and my Dad would go to this every year and have dinner together. It was my favorite part of the Christmas Season. It was a time that we could be together just us. He died two years ago this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;. Last year I didn't go because it was just too rough him not being here and I cried every time they advertised.  I didn't plan on going this year either, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kaitlyn's&lt;/span&gt; choir teacher asked if she wanted to particitpate in it. Tonight I'm going with my family and I'm glad they're going, but I miss my dad and I wish he was here. Do you think people can see their loved ones from heaven? To make matters worse my husband is going through a hard time and I feel like I have to be there for him when in the inside I'm falling apart, but having to be brave on the outside. Please pray for our family and our marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-3954900445347758121?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3954900445347758121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=3954900445347758121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3954900445347758121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/3954900445347758121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/tough-time.html' title='a tough time'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-349956139295413031</id><published>2008-12-10T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:05:39.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan singing</title><content type='html'>Reagan learned this really cute turkey song, but wouldn't let anyone hear him sing. Tonight I bribed him with M&amp;amp;M's to sing it. He also is singing his clean up song. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5382519803977747519</id><published>2008-12-10T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:42:56.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUBF4p22UzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unn0uHbVRnE/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278295602889118514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUBF4p22UzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unn0uHbVRnE/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish me and my dog could trade places. His life seems so great. He has someone bring him his food and spends the rest of the day just laying around. Duke never has to break up sibling fights, never has to go to work, and seems to live a totally stress free life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5382519803977747519?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5382519803977747519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5382519803977747519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5382519803977747519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5382519803977747519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/duke.html' title='Duke'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SUBF4p22UzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unn0uHbVRnE/s72-c/P1010097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-4350749486069781844</id><published>2008-12-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:36:05.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you read my previous post you know how hard we worked on the gingerbread house. If not go back and read that post first so you can feel my frustration. I came home tonight and had an awful day at work. I can't stand working with people that don't pull their share. So I'm already frustrated and I walked into this&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyTZ4VcUEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/b7esfDZsxQw/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277254936199712834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyTZ4VcUEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/b7esfDZsxQw/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother-in-law came over with his son today, and Kailtyn &amp;amp; Bradley decided to eat our gingerbread house. All our hard work and I had the perfect spot to display it until the little wrecking crew went to work.(sigh)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyVemV9IZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1higY5IM41g/s1600-h/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257216292626834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyVemV9IZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1higY5IM41g/s320/P1010094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I went to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyVe-cA8zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Eyr30zOoDAc/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277257222760493874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyVe-cA8zI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Eyr30zOoDAc/s320/P1010095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I came home.&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/1285275943582044965-4350749486069781844?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4350749486069781844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=4350749486069781844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4350749486069781844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4350749486069781844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-disaster.html' title='Gingerbread Disaster'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STyTZ4VcUEI/AAAAAAAAAKA/b7esfDZsxQw/s72-c/P1010095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1763518219156286514</id><published>2008-12-06T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:44:31.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we made our very first gingerbread house. I have a whole new appreciation for the people that make these. It was the most frustrating thing I have ever done. The house would not stay together at all. I kept trying everything we finally decided to super glue it together but couldn't find the glue. I was talking to the house and saying please just stay together and Kaitlyn says mom why are you talking to the gingerbread house I told her because I was a little crazy she just said oh. We finally did it though, but it has no roof Reagan thought that was weird so he's going to tell everyone that we decided to install a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp52keQiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lcT1oGqLQwo/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276857462272442914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp52keQiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lcT1oGqLQwo/s320/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n invisible roof. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp6bRQ_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/90yu2ecXkNs/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276857472123993906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp6bRQ_zI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/90yu2ecXkNs/s320/P1010093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp5s-UdRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ep2mRTmJcik/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276857459696497938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp5s-UdRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ep2mRTmJcik/s320/P1010091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp5MvdN3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vb7dr_7nSSE/s1600-h/P1010090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276857451044222834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp5MvdN3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/vb7dr_7nSSE/s320/P1010090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-1763518219156286514?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1763518219156286514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1763518219156286514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1763518219156286514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1763518219156286514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-houses.html' title='Gingerbread Houses'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STsp52keQiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lcT1oGqLQwo/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2529160808031440453</id><published>2008-11-30T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:40:32.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us having Thanksgiving dinner. Reagan's favorite part was the noodle soup.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNn-LJJtqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bA9eXW97ATs/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274673906421708450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNn-LJJtqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bA9eXW97ATs/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Bronner's the biggest Christmas store in the world. Reagan picked out a John Deer Ornament and Kaitlyn picked out an ant carrying watermelon and cherries. (her two favorite things.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6qHTLpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cdQ0MoD1ZT0/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657353341546130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6qHTLpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cdQ0MoD1ZT0/s320/P1010081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Reagan asked me if Santa was real this weekend, and I said no because I don't want to lie,but after meeting this Santa he dosen't know to believe me or not. He was impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6eCoWZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_xH_3GThs_M/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657350100736402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6eCoWZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_xH_3GThs_M/s320/P1010079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY7DXhyfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/o3IbsaaPCmk/s1600-h/P1010086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657360120498674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY7DXhyfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/o3IbsaaPCmk/s320/P1010086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6KbgT3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/YMkZW7NLR2g/s1600-h/P1010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657344836358002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY6KbgT3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/YMkZW7NLR2g/s320/P1010072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas Story is my husaband's favorite movie. I don't really care for it but we watch it every year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY5QQrkaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0AIT-rWVFto/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657329221702050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNY5QQrkaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0AIT-rWVFto/s320/P1010071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (if you have never seen this movie you probably don't get this picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on the candle walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX2gv5BYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/exRVV1jkgak/s1600-h/P1010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656182596339074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX2gv5BYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/exRVV1jkgak/s320/P1010058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reagan's favorite place. Him being a surprise in the happy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNqLW16_fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bm5mKUypdUo/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676331923832306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNqLW16_fI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/bm5mKUypdUo/s320/P1010056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX1jrxnkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j6HS-fgECjo/s1600-h/P1010051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656166204513858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX1jrxnkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/j6HS-fgECjo/s320/P1010051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take the kids out of swimming lessons for the holidays and I am amazed how well they are doing. Reagan swims under water great and Kaitlyn can jump in nine feet and swim back to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX1PAa6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JAw-QFieGIw/s1600-h/P1010045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656160653961282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX1PAa6EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JAw-QFieGIw/s320/P1010045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX023JztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/95PDpBCDZVg/s1600-h/P1010043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656154172640978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNX023JztI/AAAAAAAAAHw/95PDpBCDZVg/s320/P1010043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Reagan's favorite part of vacation.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW6Cy3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/do3zOVrFOtM/s1600-h/P1010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655143763600274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW6Cy3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/do3zOVrFOtM/s320/P1010039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW52Ey8SI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nlPp00ayX7w/s1600-h/P1010038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655140349145378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW52Ey8SI/AAAAAAAAAHg/nlPp00ayX7w/s320/P1010038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW5KdnqHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rs2PG0Ptm_8/s1600-h/P1010036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274655128642103410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNW5KdnqHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rs2PG0Ptm_8/s320/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNn9FYM9iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PPGvpxwpgk0/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274673887694353954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNn9FYM9iI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PPGvpxwpgk0/s320/P1010035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids love sticking their heads in these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNqMPc0pGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AbtqmBLOkHs/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676347119379554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNqMPc0pGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/AbtqmBLOkHs/s320/P1010073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year we went out of town for Thanksgiving. It was great I have been working more hours lately with the Holidays, and it was really great to able to get out of town and spend some time with the people I love most. We went to Frankenmuth, Michigan. Christmas is my favorite time of year especially the lights and this town goes all out. They really put the true meaning of Christmas out there too one celebration we went to in town they read the Chritmas story and several stores had signs that said Jesus is the reason for the season as you walked in. A big thank you to Deb and Steve for taking such wonderful care of our dog while we were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1285275943582044965-2529160808031440453?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2529160808031440453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2529160808031440453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2529160808031440453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2529160808031440453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNn-LJJtqI/AAAAAAAAAJI/bA9eXW97ATs/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1356366887004452276</id><published>2008-11-30T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:04:19.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTttmeIeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tvrmtSKlLLQ/s1600-h/P1010085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651633381155298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTttmeIeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tvrmtSKlLLQ/s320/P1010085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTtOAk_LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aSXn76eenT4/s1600-h/P1010084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651624900721842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTtOAk_LI/AAAAAAAAAGw/aSXn76eenT4/s320/P1010084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTsn57jHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MifQHZDMRVM/s1600-h/P1010083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651614672292978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTsn57jHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MifQHZDMRVM/s320/P1010083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTr6BvRKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BxO02WR5ACg/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651602357011618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTr6BvRKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BxO02WR5ACg/s320/P1010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTt8hcHiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iPDHcoOgcIc/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274651637386583586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTt8hcHiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iPDHcoOgcIc/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went on vacation to Frankenmuth. The last time we were there Kaitlyn was just a baby. It's hard to believe that pretty soon she'll be eight. Last time we were there she was playing with rattles now she plays with her ds. She is growing too fast. Here is some pictures of the last time we were there. ( the last one is this year)&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/1285275943582044965-1356366887004452276?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1356366887004452276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1356366887004452276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1356366887004452276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1356366887004452276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/STNTttmeIeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/tvrmtSKlLLQ/s72-c/P1010085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8088403233509013711</id><published>2008-11-24T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:06:23.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSsXPhsU7oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fzli_ckupwQ/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272333344277065346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSsXPhsU7oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fzli_ckupwQ/s320/P1010029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSsXIVjPPJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1nFEnogP1YM/s1600-h/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272333220758633618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSsXIVjPPJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1nFEnogP1YM/s320/P1010028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to kid's build today at Lowe's. This is one of our favorite family times. Today the kids made football goals for tossing paper footballs through. &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/1285275943582044965-8088403233509013711?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8088403233509013711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8088403233509013711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8088403233509013711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8088403233509013711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/lowes.html' title='Lowe&apos;s'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSsXPhsU7oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Fzli_ckupwQ/s72-c/P1010029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-577036835330332285</id><published>2008-11-20T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:44:27.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSYELkNwGZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xqT-ejPNl9Y/s1600-h/P1010010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270905010630171026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSYELkNwGZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xqT-ejPNl9Y/s320/P1010010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight we made pizza and had a great time playing games. My kids are growing up so much. Reagan is five and Kaitlyn is seven. Tonight we played Monoploy Junior. Usually Kaitlyn always wins, but tonight I was the winner. Usually I'm the first one out because I like to save my money instead of buying property.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSYDwh_XsqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MyJpHTlVkeM/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270904546176512674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSYDwh_XsqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MyJpHTlVkeM/s320/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Reagan taking my money. He gets really into it. He is not a graciuos winner. (I think he gets that from his Aunt Tammy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-577036835330332285?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/577036835330332285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=577036835330332285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/577036835330332285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/577036835330332285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-game-night.html' title='Family Game Night'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSYELkNwGZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/xqT-ejPNl9Y/s72-c/P1010010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5565674253748176444</id><published>2008-11-18T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:07:18.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's PJ's</title><content type='html'>I wanted to make Reagan some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pajama's&lt;/span&gt; my mom always buys him some for Christmas, but I decided to make him. I work at a craft and store and have helped several people figure out how much fabric they need to make their project, so I thought how hard can it be. Last week we had a deal on fabric and patterns so I bought five patterns and enough fabric to make three pairs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pajama's&lt;/span&gt;. I hate to tell Simplicity but it was not so simple. Let's just say I don't think I'll be starting my own clothing line any time soon. The pants I kept sewing straight across so he couldn't get in them (sorry no pictures of that adventure, but you can get the general idea from my struggle from these pictures of the shirt adventure.)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNj_mgVzfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pUKdxgeXXxo/s1600-h/P1000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270165933272714738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNj_mgVzfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pUKdxgeXXxo/s320/P1000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of me sewing the sleeve where the neck should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNkSRYYzzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ToBja7Kth34/s1600-h/P1000012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270166254019727154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNkSRYYzzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ToBja7Kth34/s320/P1000012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his is the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sleeve&lt;/span&gt; inside out.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNkpf_gGgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/axFFbytiUdU/s1600-h/P1000011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270166653078870530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNkpf_gGgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/axFFbytiUdU/s320/P1000011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my wonderful husband helping me seam rip for the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hundredth&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't he great. (behind him is the quilt that I'm suppose to be working on before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNlS-93MzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7wtGq0Pxr48/s1600-h/P1000014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270167365768131378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNlS-93MzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7wtGq0Pxr48/s320/P1000014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Reagan thrilled with his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pajamas&lt;/span&gt;. He found some train material I had in the bedroom and came out and said great now you start working on these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5565674253748176444?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5565674253748176444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5565674253748176444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5565674253748176444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5565674253748176444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/making-pamjamas.html' title='Reagan&apos;s PJ&apos;s'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SSNj_mgVzfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pUKdxgeXXxo/s72-c/P1000010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6642806416806647766</id><published>2008-11-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:06:50.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>My friend tagged for a list about my favorite music so here they are in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I'm letting go-Francesa Battastelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Only the world-Mandisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Made to love-Toby Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Don't look at me-Stacie Orrico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Give me your eyes-Brandon Heath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How can I keep from singing-Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Slow Fade-Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;I don't reall get how to tag this so if you want to play go to &lt;a href="http://sherific.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sherific.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6642806416806647766?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6642806416806647766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6642806416806647766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6642806416806647766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6642806416806647766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-4323936478275247810</id><published>2008-11-04T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:42:30.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no sour grapes</title><content type='html'>I work at a craft store where the majority of the employees voted for Obama. Of course they all know that I voted for McCain (and my store manager voted for McCain all the rest are Obama) I am very open about my faith and can still influence others with my positive attitude.For one thing I can be grateful that we live in a country where we do get to vote. So many times people don't get their way and spend the next four years complaining, instead I am going to spend my time praying for those over us because that's what the Bible says to do. When a negative thought enters my head I will lift that person up in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-4323936478275247810?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4323936478275247810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=4323936478275247810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4323936478275247810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4323936478275247810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sour-grapes.html' title='no sour grapes'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5182693343898511679</id><published>2008-10-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:16:55.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance???</title><content type='html'>This will not become a political blog but I need to vent a little. One of my dear friends is a Obama supporter and feels like people are judging her for supporting him I do not agree with how people are treating her at all. (I am a McCain supporter ) Several times in my friends blog people will write how Christians need to be more tolerant, and it makes me so frustrated we can not tolerate sin as Christians. Thou shalt not murder abortion is murder, marriage is to be between one man and one women I can not vote for someone who can just look the other way. Jesus was not tolerant of the women at the well he loved her enough not to be tolerant, but to confront her on her wrong and help her rise above, and that's what we need to do. We can't look down on people, but to look the other way is to let them keep going down a dangerous path. If we accept anything less than the Bible what future is our kids going to have. My own sister feels that there is nothing wrong with these things and it breaks my heart. I have no problem with Obama being black I wouldn't care if he was purple with pink dots and I am sick of this being about race, you know Jesus wasn't white but I still follow him. Please do not be offended by this it's just how I feel and I needed to get it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5182693343898511679?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5182693343898511679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5182693343898511679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5182693343898511679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5182693343898511679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance???'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-307159862742926015</id><published>2008-10-28T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:22:46.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing at school</title><content type='html'>I teach four and five year old's at a preschool. This little boy is always having me smell stuff like empty pringle cans, dandelions, and other normal stuff. Today we were sitting down in the quiet area when he says smell my hand, he was just dropped off not too long ago so I'm thinking lotion. I smell his hand it smells awful and I ask him what that is and he says that's what my bottom smells like. I told him to go wash his hand using lots and lots of soap and water. He couldn't stop laughing; at the time I did not find this humorous.Where else in the job field can you experience stuff like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-307159862742926015?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/307159862742926015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=307159862742926015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/307159862742926015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/307159862742926015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-thing-at-school.html' title='A funny thing at school'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7182517991483067737</id><published>2008-10-27T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:49:39.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new Heater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQZfs0Mg5iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LHfmtZXQBeY/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261998438159017506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQZfs0Mg5iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LHfmtZXQBeY/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we bought our first house and you know in the summer you don't really think about things like furnaces.  This weekend me and John were playing Monopoly when we realized that we have two furnaces in our house, so tonight we bought a electric fireplace and two space heaters so hopefully we only have to run the furnace a little.  It was a long night putting everything together, and in our family I usually am the one for the job.  John's great but doesn't really see the need for instructions.  I am serious when we first got married he put together a computer table but put the shelf in upside down so the finished side was on the bottom and we couldn't use the door, we still laugh about that so now I put everything together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-7182517991483067737?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7182517991483067737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7182517991483067737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7182517991483067737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7182517991483067737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-new-heater.html' title='Our new Heater'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQZfs0Mg5iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LHfmtZXQBeY/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8265178643060152331</id><published>2008-10-25T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:59:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A crazy day</title><content type='html'>Today Kaitlyn had her school carnival, but since our church had a carnival tonight we decided not to take Reagan to Kaitlyn's carnival because we felt having two in one day would over stimulate him. Kailtyn's carnival was suppose to be outside but because of all the rain it got moved inside it was fun but very crowded. She was such a nice sister she used half of her tokens on her and half for her brother since he didn't get to go. After we got home I was very happy that we still had a few hours to relax and regroup before the next carnival (you other mom's out there already know no such luck) The kids were watching a tv show and I was in the other room when I start to hear Reagan crying I ask Reagan what's wrong and Kaitlyn comes in with a knife saying Reagan cut his self. Reagan's class carved pumpkins last week in preschool and Reagan thought we could carve Kaitlyn's so he asked her for a knife (they are out of his reach) and she gave it to him. I don't blame her for him getting hurt, but the other side of me inside was like what were you thinking. (I did not say this to her)Needless to say we had a long talk tonight about knifes. Reagan had to go the hospital and get two stiches, but once we got home he kept complaining and crying about being itchy I mean this kid was scratching like crazy. I thought ok if I get him to church we can meet up with John and Kaitlyn and he'll have fun and forget about it but as soon as we got there he was crying and itchy so I had to take him back to the hospital thinking maybe he's alergic but the doctor was not helpful at all she kept saying that maybe his costume was itchy, but he was doing this before I even changed him into his costume. Her only answer was to dope him up with Benadryl. It's just frusrating when doctors don't listen. Poor Reagan has been looking so forward to this carnival at church. We have been not eating out at all lately we use to eat out constantly but when we sat down and seen how much money we waste we have been eating at home. Today Reagan saw a comercial for Mcdonals and has been asking all day to go and we keep saying no, so when we left the hospital for the second time and couldn't go back to the carnival He looks up at me with those brown eyes and says "If I can't go to the carnival I think I need a happy meal real bad" how can I say no to that. So we got Mcdonals and rented a movie and had a picnic in the living room which is a huge deal to him because we only eat at the table. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPNr8tAOmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hmzN7bd5dm0/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261274944611826274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPNr8tAOmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hmzN7bd5dm0/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Reagan dressed up like Woody at the hosptal for the second time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-8265178643060152331?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8265178643060152331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8265178643060152331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8265178643060152331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8265178643060152331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-day.html' title='A crazy day'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPNr8tAOmI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hmzN7bd5dm0/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-6270366971474731934</id><published>2008-10-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:19:23.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's are the best!</title><content type='html'>I have been working on this quilt for Kaitlyn for forever it feels like. I have only made two other quilts and both of those were tie knotted so this is the first quilt I am actually quilting. Tuesday my mom came over to show me how to quilt it and was so patient we kept running into alot of problems and it was very frustrating, but hopefully it will be done before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so excited to show her everything they have been learning in swimming lessons. Kaitlyn is getting alot more self confident. Reagan is doing better with following directions (before he use to jump in whenever he felt like it) what can I say they are like night and day. Reagan is the second from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFZ7WSLoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0v4V8b8ZxUA/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261265838917430914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFZ7WSLoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0v4V8b8ZxUA/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFlzMjCtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rK6-sfvj1lc/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261266042887539410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFlzMjCtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rK6-sfvj1lc/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFlzMjCtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rK6-sfvj1lc/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-6270366971474731934?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6270366971474731934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=6270366971474731934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6270366971474731934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/6270366971474731934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/moms-are-best.html' title='Mom&apos;s are the best!'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SQPFZ7WSLoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/0v4V8b8ZxUA/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-8566149088617275580</id><published>2008-10-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:06:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.fireproofthemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night me and my husband had some much needed time alone. We went to dinner and to see the movie fireproof it was amazing. This time last year me and John were going through some very hard times and were ready to give up on our marriage, but thanks to a great counselor (Pastor Ed) we were able to fix some things and now things are great. The movie was alot like watching our lives I could see so much of us in the movie. There's also a book that goes with it, but so far everywhere we have checked has been sold out. Thanks to my mom for watching the kids, on the way home we were asking the kids if they had a good time with nana and Reagan said yes but I think we should do this again, me and John definately agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-8566149088617275580?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8566149088617275580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8566149088617275580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8566149088617275580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8566149088617275580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5768475005041211594</id><published>2008-10-10T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:36:54.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night at the YMCA</title><content type='html'>Tonight my family went to the Y with my sister and her son to go swimming.  Reagan has been waiting to be tall enough to go down the slide and since our last visit he is finally over the line.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kailtyn&lt;/span&gt; his older sister was still scared to go down.  Kaitlyn is adorable but not very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adventuress, but got tired of watching little brother show her up.  She finally turned to John and said if he went down she would go.  After she finally went down she loved it, they should all sleep well tonight and hopefully sleep in tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5768475005041211594?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5768475005041211594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5768475005041211594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5768475005041211594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5768475005041211594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-night-at-ymca.html' title='Family Night at the YMCA'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-1583938109809852592</id><published>2008-10-08T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:39:48.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Prayer</title><content type='html'>Last night at dinner John asked the kids who wants to pray. Reagan usually refuses, but decided to pray for the dinner he said "Thank you for my mom and for giving me a mom that cooks so good" I just melted. I have been trying to cook more (all recipies.com is great), before our idea of a home cooked meal was bringing food home or throwing in a frozen pizza. I am amazed at not only the money we save, but also how much more we enjoy meals in the comfort of our own home. But it means so much to know how much my little boy appreciates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-1583938109809852592?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1583938109809852592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=1583938109809852592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1583938109809852592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/1583938109809852592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/reagans-prayer.html' title='Reagan&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-799994565807176337</id><published>2008-10-05T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:50:40.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vera Bradley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SOlSgb_54wI/AAAAAAAAADw/vPl1SLfSbTw/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253821157529477890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SOlSgb_54wI/AAAAAAAAADw/vPl1SLfSbTw/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vera Bradley sale came to town this week and I promised myself I wasn't going to go. However I was suppose to be off work Saturday and when they called asking me to come in I not only went, but stayed later than I had originally offered, so I felt like I earned a trip to the sale. The bad part was I had my daughter with me Sunday afternoon. It was crazy I have never seen it that busy there were women everywhere pushing and shoving it was like the day after Thanksgiving shopping sales. However we did find some amazing deals I got a purse in my favorite pattern, Kaitlyn found a backpack and purse. Plus I got Vera Bradley bags for all my kids teachers for Christmas for $5.00 a piece .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-799994565807176337?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/799994565807176337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=799994565807176337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/799994565807176337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/799994565807176337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/vera-bradley.html' title='Vera Bradley'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SOlSgb_54wI/AAAAAAAAADw/vPl1SLfSbTw/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2484017772532594905</id><published>2008-09-06T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:06:16.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the Buffalos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0facPVxI/AAAAAAAAADo/fvHivoBM27c/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243092105467746066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0facPVxI/AAAAAAAAADo/fvHivoBM27c/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0SSP2TiI/AAAAAAAAADg/VDIl971p2J8/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243091879929990690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0SSP2TiI/AAAAAAAAADg/VDIl971p2J8/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0Gn5-7uI/AAAAAAAAADY/WS_AawPhJT0/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243091679585431266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0Gn5-7uI/AAAAAAAAADY/WS_AawPhJT0/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we went to the Wild Buffalo Reserve. It was pretty cool. Did you know that Buffalo live as a Monarch where the grandmother is in charge, that a Buffalo can run up to 35 miles a hour in just three steps, and that one male can take care of 20 females. For the most part it was pretty awesome there was a couple parts of the tour that was a little new aged, but it wasn't too bad. They have over 200 Buffalo there with 40 just being born this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMXus_JbLI/AAAAAAAAADI/GNrPDjlMjcc/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMXhVh7WdI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vmkwc9d2Nsg/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/1285275943582044965-2484017772532594905?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2484017772532594905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2484017772532594905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2484017772532594905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2484017772532594905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/trip-to-buffalos.html' title='A trip to the Buffalos'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMM0facPVxI/AAAAAAAAADo/fvHivoBM27c/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-3233115252928975453</id><published>2008-09-06T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:05:18.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reagan's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWj6dQA5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QUePqcand_g/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243059197432562578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWj6dQA5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/QUePqcand_g/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWXhosjsI/AAAAAAAAACw/lUX7OZ8pZW0/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243058984611253954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWXhosjsI/AAAAAAAAACw/lUX7OZ8pZW0/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWMqs1BRI/AAAAAAAAACo/XQ8aBaccCrw/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243058798065943826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMWMqs1BRI/AAAAAAAAACo/XQ8aBaccCrw/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMV7ZWnb4I/AAAAAAAAACg/9SoZOM7zum8/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243058501351600002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMMV7ZWnb4I/AAAAAAAAACg/9SoZOM7zum8/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Reagan had a birthday party. It went great all of our friends and family came over luckily the weather was great. We had an awesome time. When we blew out his candles he closed his eyes and wished for a tractor. If you read my previous post called frustrated then you know he already knew he was getting that. 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After we had our daughter we decided we wanted to add to our family.  We tried but we ended up having two miscarriages, we were emotionally very torn between wanting another child, but not wanting to go through the emotional roller coaster of having yet another miscarriage.  We decided to try one more time and if not we would be done and thank God for the child he did give us.  Becareful what you pray for because God blessed us with Denace the Menace.  Reagan is a complete handful, but quite possibly one of the best things that happened to us.  I thank God everyday for the family he has blesssed us with.  Reagan has brought so much joy to our family and is the funniest thing I never know what's going to come out of his mouth.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCT6Jy9q6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GD8xmYn2LXQ/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242352593530629026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCT6Jy9q6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/GD8xmYn2LXQ/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCTr32JtrI/AAAAAAAAACI/ymak1Jrs8H4/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242352348193994418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCTr32JtrI/AAAAAAAAACI/ymak1Jrs8H4/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSoTL9WsI/AAAAAAAAACA/7-1LsRmOTkk/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242351187302111938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSoTL9WsI/AAAAAAAAACA/7-1LsRmOTkk/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSdzVSoXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5hXNFkBQmck/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242351006952628594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSdzVSoXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5hXNFkBQmck/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSF2wfRMI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q5YFPFkO4fA/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242350595555148994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCSF2wfRMI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q5YFPFkO4fA/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/1285275943582044965-8085959950269062470?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8085959950269062470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=8085959950269062470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8085959950269062470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/8085959950269062470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/reagans-5.html' title='Reagan&apos;s 5'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SMCUJHYsapI/AAAAAAAAACY/IUNmUL82HoA/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-7825716571908614336</id><published>2008-09-03T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:42:00.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If everyone jumps off a bridge I will too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SL8uXowwZiI/AAAAAAAAABo/IizZng1xCVI/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241959474896332322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SL8uXowwZiI/AAAAAAAAABo/IizZng1xCVI/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SL8uIYZDunI/AAAAAAAAABg/VRIShn4yqRg/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241959212803930738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SL8uIYZDunI/AAAAAAAAABg/VRIShn4yqRg/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  work at a preschool and several of the little boys have been getting mohawks. I don't quite get what's so cool about this, but today my son decided to join the club. Usually Reagan hates getting his haircut and it's a major ordeal, but tonight we let him get a mohawk and he did wonderful. I'm still getting use to his haircut, but it is kind of cute.&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/1285275943582044965-7825716571908614336?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7825716571908614336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=7825716571908614336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7825716571908614336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/7825716571908614336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-everyone-jumps-off-bridge-i-will-too.html' title='If everyone jumps off a bridge I will too'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SL8uXowwZiI/AAAAAAAAABo/IizZng1xCVI/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-2877632457044232226</id><published>2008-08-31T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:48:48.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>My son's birthday is next week and I bought him this John Deere tractor power wheel.  I stored it in the shed and told my husband to make sure he didn't let Reagan in the shed.  Any guess at what happened while I was at work today?  If you guessed he found it you're right, and instead of making something up my husband let him try it out.  Usually if he finds presents that I've purchased for him for a later date I tell him it's for my class and he usually forgets about it.  To make matters worse I have a habit of over reacting I made my husband feel awful after blowing up and now I feel awful for my actions.  My dad use to say there's two thing in life #1 don't sweat the small stuff #2 it's all small stuff.  I wish I was more easy going at times.  I have improved alot but I still have a ways to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-2877632457044232226?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2877632457044232226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=2877632457044232226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2877632457044232226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/2877632457044232226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-5925765621749051375</id><published>2008-08-30T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:15:27.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMoze245I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4UwVmJNpKOo/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240374274064573330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMoze245I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4UwVmJNpKOo/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMe5Z_g1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GXXBZzAkil4/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240374103856087890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMe5Z_g1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GXXBZzAkil4/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMSS0y8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WcGWs41Ltko/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240373887341097282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMSS0y8UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WcGWs41Ltko/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMIMZZMxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yHHEH6nBSF4/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240373713816859410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMIMZZMxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yHHEH6nBSF4/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmL7kLGMoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2ZhMVXtHf7Q/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240373496861045378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmL7kLGMoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2ZhMVXtHf7Q/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we took a family vacation to Kings Island and to Great Wolf Lodge.  It is a great place for kids.  Our daughter's favorite was the hot tub, while my son got a little daring.  We were shocked he did all the tube slides and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-5925765621749051375?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5925765621749051375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=5925765621749051375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5925765621749051375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/5925765621749051375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-vacation.html' title='Family Vacation'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmMoze245I/AAAAAAAAAA4/4UwVmJNpKOo/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1285275943582044965.post-4284920393375065875</id><published>2008-08-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:01:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmAfa971hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6LsAnGj0w5k/s1600-h/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240360918725678610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmAfa971hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6LsAnGj0w5k/s320/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two years ago my dad died of a heart attack. It still really hurts sometimes I'll be fine but today is not a good day my son's birthday is next week and I wish my dad was here. I wish he could see my kids growing up and people they are becoming. I know he's in a better place and that he dosen't have to suffer anymore, and I'm fortunate to have him as long as I did. It's just that sometimes it still just stinks that he's not here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1285275943582044965-4284920393375065875?l=preschoolmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4284920393375065875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1285275943582044965&amp;postID=4284920393375065875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4284920393375065875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1285275943582044965/posts/default/4284920393375065875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://preschoolmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-dad.html' title='Missing Dad'/><author><name>PreSchoolMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17290185630761549213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLtM3Wr50aI/AAAAAAAAABI/wVEtZ95vV6o/S220/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zunx5x6emM8/SLmAfa971hI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/6LsAnGj0w5k/s72-c/EasyShareWallpaper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
