<?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-4619485054346700306</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:33:32.791-08:00</updated><category term='Spunky'/><category term='Sparky'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Reflection'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Hubs'/><category term='Resources'/><category term='Raising'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>How Did I...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just sharing some of my brain vomit and what gets me through.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-484087258633821402</id><published>2011-07-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T00:07:53.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get spectacular kids?</title><content type='html'>Sparky would tell you that God just made them that way. I'd love to take some credit, but she's probably at least mostly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today alone, each of my kids let me know they were incredibly awesome in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky:&lt;br /&gt;We were to the local city festival this morning. Sparky played a toss game sponsored by a credit union. She won a lollipop, nothing particularly special until it ended up in her hands. She carried it around until she came to a man that was selling little glass bowls/candle holders. She offered him the&amp;nbsp;lollipop and nearly insisted that he take it and&amp;nbsp;she can be a bit pushy. (I have no idea where she gets that!) She didn't want the&amp;nbsp;lollipop and wanted to share it with someone. I'm not sure what made her decide he should have it, but she made up her mind and that was the end of it. She started to walk away with Hubs, not expecting anything. The man called her back and picked out a candleholder for her and boxed it up and gave it to her. We in turn let the people at the bank tent and the information booth both know what a kind man he was and told them Sparky's story. We were so proud of our little girl for just doing something nice for someone else to brighten their day. Yup, she's a special one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrEiMY5o9HY/TivEvUIGlLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yH4Sk550wfw/s1600/glass+bowl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrEiMY5o9HY/TivEvUIGlLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yH4Sk550wfw/s320/glass+bowl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky:&lt;br /&gt;Before bed tonight, Spunky and I were playing a little bit. I pulled her towards me and said "Do you know you're a special girl?" Here's the rest of our conversation....&lt;br /&gt;Spunky: "Yep! Mama special too"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Thank you honey! I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;Spunky: "Daddy special too!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yup, daddy's special too!"&lt;br /&gt;Spunky: "[Sparky] special too!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes sweetheart, [Spunky] is special too!"&lt;br /&gt;"Spunky: "Me special too!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Of course you're special too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not yet two years old, but she recognizes specialness and can express it. Awesome little kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we took them swimming last night and it's official that we have two little fish! We've known Sparky was a fish for over well over 2 years. We've had our doubts about Spunky, but she confirmed that she is indeed a fish! Y membership, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-484087258633821402?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/484087258633821402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-spectacular-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/484087258633821402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/484087258633821402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-spectacular-kids.html' title='Get spectacular kids?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mrEiMY5o9HY/TivEvUIGlLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/yH4Sk550wfw/s72-c/glass+bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8299100335187972665</id><published>2011-07-07T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:51:41.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get Chipper?</title><content type='html'>Today was fairly lousy. The kidlets were troopers and so patient with trips to two thrift stores, a consignment store, and the grocery store. And that was all after an early wake-up. Ugh. Not my idea of an awesome morning, but the stops needed to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had lunch in the car on the way home and then we all just crashed when we got home. Since I fell asleep with them, it was also a short nap and Hubs working late.Yeah. Awesome. Just what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening didn't get a whole lot better as I was trying to get some things done while the kidlets played. I lost track of time and then they didn't start eating dinner until it was actually time to go to bed. Spunky had a rough day trying to communicate herself which also resulted in Sparky thinking she should interpret all day. Suck suck suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, two kids were sleeping, Hubs made dinner for us and we ate together while watching mindless tv. Things were looking up. I opened the computer to try to finish the work I started on earlier and there it was. Just the thing to cheer me up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlEHNDkp-j0/ThaaqYd3KqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cGNK_m0kjaY/s1600/DSC_0881+zoomed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlEHNDkp-j0/ThaaqYd3KqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cGNK_m0kjaY/s320/DSC_0881+zoomed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, that's much better! And tomorrow is a new day with fun stuff planned an no work to be done. Smiles all around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8299100335187972665?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8299100335187972665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-chipper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8299100335187972665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8299100335187972665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-chipper.html' title='Get Chipper?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WlEHNDkp-j0/ThaaqYd3KqI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cGNK_m0kjaY/s72-c/DSC_0881+zoomed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-5997763586498070661</id><published>2011-05-23T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:28:13.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Get Jealous?</title><content type='html'>Life's not fair. I know it, I'm generally okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, in this moment. I'm not. There was a piece on the local news about photographers who take pictures for families where the baby doesn't survive. Babies who have minutes or hours, maybe days. That's hearbreaking in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two healthy kids. I love them and wouldn't trade them for anything. But I'm jealous of the parents who get to hold their baby. I envy the parent who gets to hold their baby, even for just a few minutes. I envy that they know where their baby is. I envy that they don't remember flushing and thinking "that might be my baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have two angel babies that I know of. Babies I never got to hold or look at. Babies that I loved for the very brief time that I knew them and who I carry in my heart always. Babies that Sparky occasionally refers to. We haven't told her about them as much as she just knows. We don't tell her that she's being silly when she talks about her brother. We don't know if our angel babies are boys are girls or one of each. But she tells us that she has an older brother and she talks about him as though she knows him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have my beautiful kids if the other two had survived, but that doesn't mean I don't want them all. I do. I want to be able to hold my 4 kids together and have them play together. I want them to be able to run and laugh together. I want to be able to give&amp;nbsp;a straightforward answer when asked if Sparky and Spunky are my only or if Sparky is my oldest. I don't mince words about it for the most part, but it makes people very uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not fair. It's not fair that babies die at all. It's not fair the people struggle with infertility. It's not fair that babies are born to parents who don't want them. It's not fair that people who desperately want to love a child have to jump through so many hoops. It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't misunderstand. I am grateful for Sparky and Spunky. I know that I'm fortunate to have them and be able to spend my time with them. That doesn't diminish the longing for my angel babies though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk245/claudiaibanez/babyangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk245/claudiaibanez/babyangel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-5997763586498070661?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5997763586498070661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5997763586498070661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5997763586498070661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-jealous.html' title='Get Jealous?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-4823221301297227498</id><published>2011-05-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:47:35.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Park it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wzF2Sijd6Q/TdS8ZMUhG4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/eZPREo4tG_0/s1600/IMG_9801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wzF2Sijd6Q/TdS8ZMUhG4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/eZPREo4tG_0/s320/IMG_9801.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an&amp;nbsp;awesome&amp;nbsp;morning with 11friends and their kids this morning. We met quite a character who raises wallabies, wallaroos and kangaroos. Pretty cool, but when it was time to leave the ranch, the kidlets and I weren't quite ready to leave our friends yet. I suggested that we go to a nearby park and two friends took me up on in. What I realized later is that I never told them that the kidlets were going to have a picnic in the park. Oops, sorry ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also realized once we were there is that they didn't realize what kind of park we were going to. It's a beautiful park with pathways, lots of greenery and some pretty awesome lookouts. But no play structure. It hadn't even occurred to me that park=playstructure. I'm really not sure what I think about that. On the one hand, I feel bad that the park I suggested wasn't anything like they expected. On the other hand, I'm kinda pleased with myself that a park, in my family,&amp;nbsp;doesn't have to be a place designed for kids with a manufactured toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely a place for park toys, no doubt. My kids enjoy them and have fun when we go. That being said, my kids didn't miss it at the park today. They played in the beauty bark, ran all over the paths, climbed on rocks, swung from the handrail of steps and explored an anchor chain.&amp;nbsp;They were still active and playing but it was with nature (mostly) and other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with playstructures, I see each kid doing their own thing with the structure. One is climbing, one is sliding, one is playing with the little puzzle-maze on the side, that kind of thing. Today, there were 4 little kids running together and playing and laughing and making their own fun. And I got to spend some time with two lovely women watching our kids running together. The kids got what they needed, and I got something I need to. Add to it a warm and sunny day.... just awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-4823221301297227498?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4823221301297227498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/park-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4823221301297227498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4823221301297227498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/park-it.html' title='Park it?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wzF2Sijd6Q/TdS8ZMUhG4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/eZPREo4tG_0/s72-c/IMG_9801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1751758625720723862</id><published>2011-05-17T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:40:37.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Want to redecorate?</title><content type='html'>I was tipped to &lt;a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/"&gt;this awesome artist, Roz&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the Leap People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her images are copyrighted so I don't want to carry them over here, but here's a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=2245"&gt;Beach #57&lt;/a&gt; (Hubs loves that one too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=634"&gt;Dancer #2&lt;/a&gt; (I know that little girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=1458"&gt;Beach #11&lt;/a&gt; (Reminds me of a photo of Hubs and I on our mantel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkencows.com/drunkencows/originals/image.asp?id=1703"&gt;Swing #45&lt;/a&gt; (Just&amp;nbsp;a little look into the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, her paintings are just beautiful and I'm enamored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1751758625720723862?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1751758625720723862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/want-to-redecorate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1751758625720723862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1751758625720723862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/want-to-redecorate.html' title='Want to redecorate?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8309547309706174810</id><published>2011-05-16T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:25:38.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Make delicious dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc458/3girlsinireland/Ali%20Day%208/IMG_1663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc458/3girlsinireland/Ali%20Day%208/IMG_1663.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs has been working overtime lately so I've had more dinners than usual when he's not home. I planned ahead over the weekend a little bit knowing that this week might leave my time a bit thin. &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Over the weekend, I made potato leek soup. It's quite easy to make and really doesn't take long. Then today the kidlets took short naps so I was able to make muffins to go with the soup. Add some raspberry kefir and it's a decent enough dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Potato Leek Soup&lt;/strong&gt; (makes 12-14 cups)&lt;br /&gt;9 medium potatos of whatever variety you have and needs to get used. &lt;u&gt;Slightly&lt;/u&gt; old potatos are fine&lt;br /&gt;6 cups water&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons veggie broth concentrate (I like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Better-Than-Bouillon-Organic-Vegetable/dp/B00016LAFW/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1305597334&amp;amp;sr=8-10"&gt;better than boullion&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;approximately 3 medium leeks (or whatever the farmers market bunch is)&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 head of garlic (more or less, depends on your taste)&lt;br /&gt;1 pint heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;a little salt (a dash or two)&lt;br /&gt;some good grinds of black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the potatos into chunks, about 1" each. It's not rocket science. Cut them smaller if you need them to cook quick, leave them bigger if you don't. Put the potatos, water and broth concentrate in a medium pot (this makes about 12-14 cups) and let it cook on medium until the potatos smash with a spatula or until you've done the rest of the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash the leeks and then chop them into 1" chunks, or there abouts. Sautee them with the butter in a medium pan (think a 4 egg omlet) until they're soft.&amp;nbsp;As they're starting to cook, peel the garlic, stirring the leeks every so often. Once the garlic is all peeled the leeks should be somewhat soft. Use a garlic press to add the garlic to the leeks and cook it until it's not raw anymore. It starts to brown sometimes, sometimes not. Again, not rocket science. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the leeks and garlic are done, add them to the potato and broth. Add in a little salt&amp;nbsp;(remember the broth has a fair bit probably) and a couple good grinds of pepper. Stir it all together. I then whip out my handy-dandy immersion blender and make the soup all sorts of creamy goodness. Once most of the chunks are blended, add the cream into the soup. Let it all get warm again and then enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the soup I made over the weekend. Some is in my freezer for my family, some is in the fridge for a family with a new baby, and some is in the fridge for later this week. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe I used to make the muffins we had with our soup tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana-Apple Oat Muffins&lt;/strong&gt; (makes 12)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter (1 stick)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup brown sugar (you can make it with less and I normally do 1/3 cup)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 large overripe bananas&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup applesauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt (sometimes leave this out)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup unbleached white flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup thick rolled oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your KitchenAid set up the way you like it and just trust me on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;Turn the oven on to 350. Bake works better than convection in my oven for these, but I have a crappy oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set the mixer on speed 2. Add the butter and brown sugar and let them cream. Add in the eggs. Add in the bananas (I break them into 1/3's first). Add the applesauce. Once that's all mixed well, add the salt and baking soda. Then slow down the mixer and add the whole wheat flour, unbleached white flour and oats. I know that's not the normal way things are made, but it works fine for these and makes fewer dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spray a muffin tin (holds 12) so they come out easy. Then just put the muffin batter into the muffin tin. They'll look really full. That's okay. It won't make a huge mess in your oven. They'll cook for about 35-40 minutes. When they're done cooking, put them on a cooling rack or slice the top off, put a little butter in the middle, put the top back on and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8309547309706174810?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8309547309706174810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-delicious-dinner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8309547309706174810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8309547309706174810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/make-delicious-dinner.html' title='Make delicious dinner?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc458/3girlsinireland/Ali%20Day%208/th_IMG_1663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6268413152498394183</id><published>2011-05-15T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:45:59.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Find a balance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr350/Aloha-Rick/Spirit%20Filled%20Picture%20Messages/BalanceKeytoLife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr350/Aloha-Rick/Spirit%20Filled%20Picture%20Messages/BalanceKeytoLife.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I identify myself as an attachment parenting practitioner. I came into it just by doing what was right for my kids, my family and myself. It's still not something I've deliberately read much about. It's just doing what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the "tenants" of attachment parenting is balance though. That's the part I'm not so awesome at. I'm enthusiastic about things and tend to throw myself into things completely. Or at least, mostly. What that really means most of the time though is that we're always going and doing and out and about and and and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, I haven't been blogging much the past few weeks. It's not that I don't have anything to say. I always have something to say. :) I'm just trying for a bit better balance. A bit more real life and a bit less virtual presence. A bit more slowing down and enjoying life with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went away for the weekend last weekend and it was great. It rained all weekend, but we still went out for a walk in the woods and played inside. We enjoyed time together and were pretty much disconnected from technology. We watched the 11:00 news (because we're 60 ya know!) but didn't have internet acccess much of the weekend. It was just a nice way to get a bit better balance in our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a work in progress and probably always will be given my "I want to do it all!" nature. But, even when our balance is off, as long as we keep it in mind and keep trying, then I'm okay if the balance isn't exactly right. And maybe, just maybe, part of our balance allows me to be super busy much of the time. I've always preferred it that way and tend to be happier with it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6268413152498394183?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6268413152498394183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/tip-scales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6268413152498394183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6268413152498394183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/05/tip-scales.html' title='Find a balance?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i498.photobucket.com/albums/rr350/Aloha-Rick/Spirit%20Filled%20Picture%20Messages/th_BalanceKeytoLife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-714226471333966117</id><published>2011-04-21T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:04.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Fix it?</title><content type='html'>I like the &lt;a href="http://www.breastfeedingsymbol.org/"&gt;international breastfeeding symbol&lt;/a&gt;. I like seeing it places and knowing that I'm welcome. I like it's simplicity. The one thing that I don't like is that it's only one option. When I had one nursing kid, it fit us. But I have two nurslings. And I've never seen it with more than one child. So, I worked my photoshop skills and fixed it so it does fit my family. I have to give credit to&lt;a href="http://www.mattdaigle.com/artistbio.html"&gt; the artist&lt;/a&gt; who originally designed it though too. I hope he doesn't mind my tweeking it.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC8WxCGhh7g/TbETUOd7vJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uhfb5iNLI40/s1600/tandemibf.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC8WxCGhh7g/TbETUOd7vJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uhfb5iNLI40/s320/tandemibf.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-714226471333966117?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/714226471333966117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/fix-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/714226471333966117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/714226471333966117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/fix-it.html' title='Fix it?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC8WxCGhh7g/TbETUOd7vJI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Uhfb5iNLI40/s72-c/tandemibf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-991954120693118416</id><published>2011-04-20T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:56:36.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Have washable kids?</title><content type='html'>For starters, that's just how kids come. It's other things that get in the way of them realizing their full washability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget that they're washable. That doesn't really do much for them knowing they're washable either. I forget that their life experience has waaayyyy more value than their stainfree clothing. I just simply forget that dirt is good for them. I've been reminded this week. Or at least, making steps that way. More steps to make it a bit more consistent, but we're in the right direction and have plenty of time and opportunity to keep going that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted herb and veggie seeds on the picnic table before dinner yesterday. A little dirt, but not much. It doesn't really take much to plant tomatos, basil and carrots in little pots before they get transplanted into larger pots. We've got more seeds that need to be planted and a couple more I still need/want to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went and played in the tulip fields. It's a fairly commercial place, but the kids ran in the dirt, got muddy and loved every moment of it which made up for the fact that I knew it was pretty commercial.&amp;nbsp;We bought some gladiola bulbs while we were there to plant this week at home too. It'll be a lovely way to remember the day in the tulip fields come August and the tulips are long gone. We also got some awesome pictures!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7YA-Zst8Rc/Ta_RdeTI4OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dxip9we50iU/s1600/IMG_9618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7YA-Zst8Rc/Ta_RdeTI4OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dxip9we50iU/s320/IMG_9618.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZHCOVZ4LP4/Ta_RVtO3riI/AAAAAAAAAlY/tIdEF9E9wsE/s320/IMG_9616.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;--- Spunky&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sparky---&amp;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;Yup, they're washable all right! And, the bonus good news is that their clothes are washable too! But, a bit of dirt is completely worth them loving outside and being comfortable exploring it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-991954120693118416?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/991954120693118416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-washable-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/991954120693118416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/991954120693118416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-washable-kids.html' title='Have washable kids?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7YA-Zst8Rc/Ta_RdeTI4OI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dxip9we50iU/s72-c/IMG_9618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1530329042799848216</id><published>2011-04-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:26:35.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Raise her?</title><content type='html'>We're not done with Sparky by any means, but man alive that kid impresses me sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a kid who knows how to be respectful (most of the time), is lovingly engaged with her sister, and understands most boundaries that we've explained to her. Oh yeah, did I mention she's 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've recently redistributed the play things in our home. As in, over 1/2 of them went away. It's generally not been a problem but we've had a couple stuffed critters sneak their way back somehow. Anyway, today we had a minor issue with those so they went back away and both kids had their birthday babies as the only soft toys. They each know which is theirs. Sparky was being a bit greedy with them off and on all day and after dinner it was just enough-is-enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was told that she couldn't play them with them anymore today and to play with other things. It was only about 10 minutes before she was to start getting ready for bed anyway, so not a huge deal, but there's consequences to problematic behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 2 minutes. Hubs and I were finishing dinner at the dining table while the kids played in the other half of the room. Spunky must have offered Sparky one of the birthday babies that she'd been told she couldn't play with. We hear: "No thank you. The babies are gone for me now today. You can play with those but I can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just about told her it was fine and to go ahead! I was so proud of her for having the maturity to understand that even though she could have gotten away with playing with something she wasn't supposed to, she instead accepted her consequences. She was even polite in telling her sister about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Sparky right over and told her thank you and gave her a hug and let her know I was proud of her. She beamed and was proud of herself too! She's an awesome kid. Just love her, love her, love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1530329042799848216?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1530329042799848216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/raise-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1530329042799848216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1530329042799848216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/raise-her.html' title='Raise her?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1477362800873027636</id><published>2011-04-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:52:13.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Join the party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 102, 102); height: 125px; overflow-x: auto; overflow-y: auto; text-align: left; width: 123px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepeacefulhousewife.com/?page_id=474" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Peaceful Housewife" height="125" src="http://thepeacefulhousewife.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/natural-parenting-blog-party.png" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's where my mind is: I don't want to be obligated to write on my blog, but I do enjoy the community of my real life friends blogging and have some thoughts about parenting (who could have guessed that!) so I'm going to semi-join up for the natural parenting blog party! Here's post 1. There may be more through the rest of the month. It'll just be as my mood strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many children do you have, and how old are they? I'm lucky enough that I have two kids that I can hold and&amp;nbsp;touch, ages 3 and 1. I also have at least two others that I'm looking forward to meeting when I die who would be ages 4 and close to 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a partner, or are you a single parent? Well that's a loaded question! I'm very blessed to have a partner and also be married to him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are your “hot button” parenting issues? I'm not all the way sure that I have them. Talk to me and I'll know. Oh, wait. I'm going bonkers that my nearly 10 month old nephew doesn't have a name. It just feels disrespectful to him at this point. I'm not a fan of kids being disrespected.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you made any parenting choices that you didn’t think you would make before you were a parent, i.e. cloth diapering a child when you had previously thought it was disgusting? Um... yes! We cloth diaper when I never thought I would. We co-sleep and didn't plan on that. I also have a nursing 3 year old and really didn't plan on that. Didn't plan on nursing a 3 year old and a 1 year old either, but here we are! There's absolutely other stuff too. I've always said I would never be a teacher, but we're on the road to homeschooling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there one book or person in particular that’s heavily influenced your parenting choices? Yes, Sparky, my first born, changed up much of what I thought about parenting. Spunky, my youngest, also changed things up all over the place since she's very different from Sparky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had to describe each of your children using only one word, what word would you use? Oh, I get to cheat a little bit!&amp;nbsp;Sparky is effervescent. Spunky is joy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there one parenting decision that you regret more than others and wish you could change? I'm not sure that there is actually. I've made some mistakes probably but have learned from them and am a better parent because of my mistakes. I'd rather make the mistakes while they're so young that they don't remember than screw it up all over the place when they're more prone to hold it against me. And I don't believe that the early experiences don't affect kids. They do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is there an area of your parenting you wish you were better at? Mindreading.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now for the fun questions – is there one particular food or type of food that you could eat every day? Popcorn. Hands down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanilla ice cream or chocolate? Vanilla with caramel sauce please.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What’s your guilty pleasure? See above. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could be part of any television show, which show would it be? Maybe Amazing Race, but maybe not. They often have to eat meat stuffs which I don't do. But it would be fun and interesting to travel and see what's going on with the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1477362800873027636?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1477362800873027636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/join-party.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1477362800873027636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1477362800873027636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/join-party.html' title='Join the party?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6809778500014673170</id><published>2011-04-15T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:05:05.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Reconnect?</title><content type='html'>Still working on it a little bit and finding the right balance, but I jump on the facebook bandwagon a little over a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot of random crap people have to say out there! Oh my goodness! There's also some really great things people have to say! In the past month+, I've started reconnecting with my two best friends from childhood, gotten to see different sides of family members and gotten to know them better than the once a year family party, and peeked into my friend's lives. That sounds a little creepy, but I don't mean it in the creepy way. I've also at least semi-started to reconnect with friends from college, high school, past jobs, and really, every time of my life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bit of me that's very excited about this. Some of these people were the most important to me at the time. We were friends for reasons. The flip side of that is that we also lost touch for reasons probably. But, I also know I'm a different person than I was a year ago let alone 5, 10 or 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood friends are super exciting to me. I don't want to be overwhelming and obnoxious (well, no more than I actually am) and jump and hug and brain vomit all over them, but in reality, that's what I want to do. The three of us have kids similar aged-ish and I would love for my kids to form friendships with their kids and have that continuity. THAT would be super cool to me. Good people raising awesome kids together. Yeah, I'm all about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've talked to these women, but I know their base character is wonderful. Now it's the little dance of, "hey, wanna be my friend?" Not just a facebook "friend" because we all know what that actually means at this point, but an actual, "I know you, like you anyway and enjoy spending time with you" friendship. But I'm nervous about it. I don't know or remember why we lost touch. I was probably pretty preoccupied by a certain boy (reconnected with him too kinda) and probably just trying to figure out who I was and how I wanted the world to see me. Well, that didn't work quite right I guess. But, it's now been a long time, I know who I am and... the world stil doesn't see me as I see me most of the time, but oh well. I don't care the same way I used to. Again, the maturity of my 30's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to just have a big backyard BBQ and invite everyone over and love all over them but that doesn't really do people much justice I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post is probably the best I've had yet. It really is a question about if this whole facebook thing is really connective. It's a bit voyeristic or completely voyeristic depending on the person. I actually want to re-establish relationships and that's going to take more than random facebook posts and what people put of themselves online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm limiting myself in how much I'm on facebook since I recognize it's role in my life. Even with it being limited, it's still added online time. Kids are sleeping, at least almost all the time, if I'm on facebook but it's still something that Hubs and I each spend some time on when there's other things we could be doing. Facebook won't ruin or marriage or anything like that, but the laundry pile isn't getting dealt with quite as fast and the car isn't getting cleaned out as often. Not problems, but does reconnecting online detract from my actual life? That's the balance of having both that I'm striving for. It's still at least a little bit of a question. Fortunately, it's very easy to say "bye facebook!" and not look back if needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6809778500014673170?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6809778500014673170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/reconnect.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6809778500014673170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6809778500014673170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/reconnect.html' title='Reconnect?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3551556522507586769</id><published>2011-04-13T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:18:21.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Feel loved?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o87iOI2ORII/TaVOGQjc0LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ldHlVcEwBvw/s1600/3903910509_cf2039490d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o87iOI2ORII/TaVOGQjc0LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ldHlVcEwBvw/s320/3903910509_cf2039490d_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me start by saying this: I generally feel loved. Sparky and Spunky are both affectionate kids and make no bones about me being one of their top people. I'd say I'm their favorite, but I don't think I am across the board. But certainly in some ways. But this isn't about them as loved as they let me know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's about Hubs. But not in a conventional way. He does a lot that let's me know I'm loved. He's good that way. He's good lots of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I've had some people saying some unkind things about me lately and that I'm choosing not to engage with them. It's part of having given up drama for lent and part of just.... aiming for maturity in my 30's. Recognizing what I have room for in my life and what I don't. I do have room for spending time with friends and family. I do have time for learning new things and doing&amp;nbsp;things for the sheer joy of it. I don't have time (and won't make it) for drama and junk. This is pretty much the only place I say anything about it. Anyway, that's the context for what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was on the phone with someone who was having some difficulties. I was in a position of having knowledge that could help (which is why she called) and am completely detached from her difficulties so I had an outside perspective. Hubs listened to my side of the conversation as I walked around on the phone. After I hung up, he said "Wow, you're good at that. That's not something you can be trained to do." It just made me feel all warm and gooey (yeah, I said it!) that someone who knows me so well and for so long paid me such a nice compliment out of the blue. He was still impressed by something that wouldn't have otherwise been a blip in my day and let me know he appreciates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Hubs! I love you too! You're my favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3551556522507586769?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3551556522507586769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/feel-loved.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3551556522507586769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3551556522507586769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/feel-loved.html' title='Feel loved?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o87iOI2ORII/TaVOGQjc0LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ldHlVcEwBvw/s72-c/3903910509_cf2039490d_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1907271693352854966</id><published>2011-04-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:11:44.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Get Wise?</title><content type='html'>Sparky and I have been talking about princesses a lot lately. Lovely. Awesome. Just what I wanted. Then again, I'm glad she's talking to me about it and not just buying what the stores are trying to sell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a side note, if you haven't read Cinderella Ate My Daughter, give it a read. It's thought provoking but not quite earth shattering&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, is it in poor taste to say that? Opps. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the ballet of Cinderella not too long ago and I forgot to tell her the story ahead of time so I don't think much of it made sense to her. It was pretty dancing, pretty costumes and a fair bit of whispered"mama, are they done?" She enjoyed it, but the one thing she seemed to&amp;nbsp;understand was that Cinderella was a princess at some point. So far, Sparky thinks that a princess is a ballerina, or at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she was pretending that a wash cloth was a diaper (love it!) and said something about there being a princess on the diaper. I glanced over and it was the one with Angelina Ballerina on it. She has no idea who that is, but she recognized the costume and dance pose I guess. She understood that it was a ballerina which again, equates to princess right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she knew what a princess was and she said no. I told her "a princess is the daughter of a king and queen, or the wife of a princess." Next thing I hear from Sparky: "this princess is the &lt;u&gt;wise&lt;/u&gt; of a prince!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup kid, you got it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1907271693352854966?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1907271693352854966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-wise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1907271693352854966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1907271693352854966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/get-wise.html' title='Get Wise?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-5194370018654005748</id><published>2011-04-06T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:37:13.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Want to fight like a 3 year old?</title><content type='html'>Thus far there's very little fighting in my house. Both kids bicker a little here and there, but that's about the extent of it. In thinking about it though, I like the way little little kids fight. They yell, they sometimes hit, they cry, they lay it all out. The have their fight, they feel their emotions and then they move on with life. I remember when I was growing up that the worst insult my friends and I would fling at each other was "You can't come to my birthday party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, the fighting I see around me is much more disturbing. Fortunately, there isn't much of it, but it's much more a war of words, agenda's and subtle insults that a 3 year old doesn't even understand. There's generally not yelling, hitting, or raw emotion spewed all over the place. Sometimes crying, sometimes absolute disrespect, sometimes just junk. It's not all laid out there, dealt with and then over. It lingers, the relationships change and often, things are never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should institute a "fight like a toddler day". A day to just lay it all out, deal with it, and then make up and play together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-5194370018654005748?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5194370018654005748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/want-to-fight-like-3-year-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5194370018654005748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5194370018654005748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/04/want-to-fight-like-3-year-old.html' title='Want to fight like a 3 year old?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-125833794204530166</id><published>2011-03-31T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:45:32.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><title type='text'>See it in her eyes?</title><content type='html'>This kid I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;She's got her mom's troublesome nature and her grandpa's mischievousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner the other evening, I looked at Spunky and she had the little twinkle in her eye. The little twinkle that said "I'm going to keep you on your toes mom and dad!" and "look out world, nothing can prepare you for ME!" There's&amp;nbsp;a reason I call her Spunky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing said twinkle, I told her "I can see it in your eyes!" Little&amp;nbsp;rodent promptly closed her eyes tightly, smiled her smug smile and turned her nose up at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure love my Spunky little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-125833794204530166?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/125833794204530166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/see-it-in-her-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/125833794204530166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/125833794204530166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/see-it-in-her-eyes.html' title='See it in her eyes?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8824559578923258826</id><published>2011-03-23T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:16:42.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Get drowned in pink?</title><content type='html'>I don't know when or how it happened, but sure enough, it did.&lt;br /&gt;As I had both kids in my lap nursing before nap over the weekend, I counted no less than 13 distinct shades of pink in my line of sight. How in the heck???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of pink and pretty much only tolerate it in my life because it was Sparky's favorite color for a long time and is a reasonably flattering color on me. It might still be Sparky's favorite color but it's hard to tell this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also busted out some of the Christmas gifts that we had put away this weekend. Wouldn't you know, more pink. Big pink piles of pink. And tulle. Piles of pink tulle. How did I get drowned in pink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8824559578923258826?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8824559578923258826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-drowned-in-pink.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8824559578923258826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8824559578923258826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-drowned-in-pink.html' title='Get drowned in pink?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6533144937806012338</id><published>2011-03-22T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:36:11.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Feel the weight of complete trust?</title><content type='html'>It happens the same way each night.&lt;br /&gt;Sparky brushes her teeth, reads a book and then nurses. When she's all done, she uses the potty, goes to bed, has 1 song and some snuggles and then goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hours later, I get her from her bed to use the potty before I go to sleep myself. She might be able to make it through the night without that potty time, but we're setting her up for success and knowing that she has a lot of milk right before bed, we choose to help her with the potty in her sleep. She doesn't wake to use the potty (or for anything else either really), instead, she trusts us to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that middle of the night potty time that tells me she trusts me completely. I open her bedroom door and try to figure out where she's laying and how she's turned in the dark. Then I pick her up and can feel the full weight of her resting against me. She just snuggles against me while we go to the potty and I set her feet down. When we're done with the potty, she just stands there and waits for me to pick her back up to go back to her bed. She doesn't normally wake up at any point in this, but she is always sound asleep before we get back to her bed and she's tucked back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparky is also a kid who wants to be picked up, held upside down, danced with, helped with handstands and flung around like a swing dancer! There's never any fear of being dropped by Hubs or I as&amp;nbsp;she is dangling upside down by the ankles, flipped over and in perpetual motion with parental assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you were to ask me today what it feels like to be completely trusted, I would tell you it feels like 35 pounds of warm snuggly kid loving their mama. That's what it feels like knowing that Sparky trusts me completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6533144937806012338?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6533144937806012338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/feel-weight-of-complete-trust.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6533144937806012338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6533144937806012338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/feel-weight-of-complete-trust.html' title='Feel the weight of complete trust?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-2930084538800228639</id><published>2011-03-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:59:32.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Shift perspective?</title><content type='html'>As a kid, I had lots of kids that I lived by and who's parents each had different ideas about how to raise their kids. From what I know about all of us kids, we've all grown up to be reasonable adults that our parents aren't ashamed of. I used to think that one particular friend's parents were overly rigid and way too overprotective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult and parent, I'm eating humble pie and feeling like I need to appologize. So, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, Charles and Heather~&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry for making fun of your family and your rules. As a parent myself now, I recognize that you were setting limits for your kids and family and trying to raise your kids to be healthy and happy. From everything I know, job well done. I now find myself raising my kids with many of the same principles that I saw in action in your home. Thank you for showing me a different type of parenting than I saw in my own home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-2930084538800228639?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2930084538800228639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/shift-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/2930084538800228639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/2930084538800228639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/shift-perspective.html' title='Shift perspective?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6065765375609006068</id><published>2011-03-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:21:42.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Bathe in leprechaun pee?</title><content type='html'>It was actually the kidlets that did it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With today being Saint Patrick's day and the kids wanting to play in the bathtub this morning, I gave them green water! A friend tipped me off that when it's in the potty, it's leprechaun pee. I'm not sure what it is in the bathtub, but it got your attention right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crayola-Color-Water-Coloring-Tablets/dp/B0036I6SD6/ref=sr_1_18?s=toys-and-games&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300428992&amp;amp;sr=1-18"&gt;Crayola Color Dots at Amazon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some reservations about these initially because of their artificial coloring but then I decided that as often as we use them, what the heck! Kids love playing in the bath and it's a pretty easy way to buy me 10 minutes. I also wondered about if they would dye the tub, tiles, grout or blond kids. Nope, not at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received about 200 of these for Christmas which I have to admit is super excessive. But, it's a fun way to learn color blending and a bit of simple science. Yup, worth the about $5 a pack of 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6065765375609006068?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6065765375609006068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/bathe-in-leprechaun-pee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6065765375609006068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6065765375609006068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/bathe-in-leprechaun-pee.html' title='Bathe in leprechaun pee?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-4503432726842139091</id><published>2011-03-16T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T15:00:05.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Have a nostalgic moment, but updated?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Learning to cook has been a bit of a curve for me because I don't have a great foundation to build on. Pasta Roni and pork chops just don't cut it for me as an adult, especially when I'm trying to teach my kids how to eat diverse and nutritious meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tonight however, I made a dinner that I've only seen made by my mom. I only know it as barbeque cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Barbeque Cups&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/3 batch easy biscuit recipe (enough for 8 biscuits, recipe is below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3 cups ground meat or meat substitute (I used Morningstar Farms crumbles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;¼-ish cup barbeque sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 tablespoons water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cheese for topping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Make the biscuit dough per recipe and then divide into 8 pieces instead of rolling it flat. Press and spread each piece of dough into a cupcake pan space, being sure to go as far up the sides as reasonably possible without breaking the bottom of the dough or mending it if you do. Turn the oven on to 450. Put the water (and 2T is a guess, just a little bit to keep it from sticking initially) and "meat" in a small pan on the stovetop. Heat the “meat” and sauce on the stovetop while the oven pre-heats and then divide the “meat” mix into each of the dough cups. Bake for 10 minutes. Add cheese to each cup and bake another 5 minutes or until cheese is melty. If the cups are particularly full, put a flat baking sheet under the cupcake pan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Easy Biscuit Mix &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Easy-Biscuit-Mixture/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #107295; font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Easy-Biscuit-Mixture/Detail.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ingredients (will make 6 cups of mix, divide into 3 parts while dry and put two parts in the fridge for another day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1/4&amp;nbsp;cup baking powder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2&amp;nbsp;tablespoons white sugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;teaspoon salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 cup shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Mix 3 parts mix with 1 part milk (2/3 cup milk with 2 cups of dry mix and I use soy milk usually). Then I put it down on a floured surface, knead 10 times.&amp;nbsp;For Barbeque cups, stop here and see notes above. For regular biscuits, then rolled out to 1/2 inch thick, and cut with a biscuit cutter (or a drinking glass). I baked in 450 degree oven for 8-10 minutes.&amp;nbsp;2 cups of dry mix makes about 8 biscuits and they freeze well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-4503432726842139091?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4503432726842139091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-nostalgic-moment-but-updated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4503432726842139091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4503432726842139091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-nostalgic-moment-but-updated.html' title='Have a nostalgic moment, but updated?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3613088780143456395</id><published>2011-03-11T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:20:27.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Get my chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;There's this poem that's on my mind right now. Here's the poem so you have context for the rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia,Bold&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;If I had my child to raise over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia,Bold&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia,Bold&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Diane Loomans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;If I had my child to raise over again, I'd finger paint more and point the finger less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I would do less correcting and more connecting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I would care to know less and know to care more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd stop playing serious and seriously play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd run through more fields and gaze at more stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd do more hugging and less tugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;I'd teach less about the love of power, and more about the power of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely poem. Problem is that there’s no reason to wait and wish that you had a chance to do it again. If you’re a parent, you’re always a parent and you can make the changes now. If you’re lucky enough to be a grandparent, consider that your chance to do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3613088780143456395?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3613088780143456395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-my-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3613088780143456395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3613088780143456395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-my-chance.html' title='Get my chance?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6457132438808768915</id><published>2011-03-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:23:08.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Celebrate Lent?</title><content type='html'>Okay, in all fairness, it hasn't started yet. It'll start on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the religious sense, Lent is about connecting back to faith. That's overly simplified, but that's a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who aren't religious, it's still an opportunity to let go of the stuff that makes us less than stellar people. Or a time to add a new habit that gets us a step towards stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I generally avoid drama, but I've been sucked into it lately. Today I decided that I'm giving up the petty drama for Lent. Hubs is in agreement with me on this. I asked him to eradicate a certain pair of drama mongers from my e-mail. Nothing more that&amp;nbsp;they send will be seen by me. Good bye drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fortunate enough and make decisions such that I have very few catty women (or men) in my life. Problem is, occasionally one slips in and then I get sucked into their negative vortex of yuck. For Lent, I'm just removing the people and their yuck from my life. I have way too many great things in my life to spend time or energy on yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the yuck removed, I'm adding back in the attention that a couple of my friendships are worth. For lots of (admittedly insufficient reasons), a couple of my dear friendships have faded or been neglected as of late. Now I can reinvest my energy into meaningful friendships with awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent officially starts on Wednesday, but this is one of those things that I don't have to wait for to start observing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6457132438808768915?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6457132438808768915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrate-lent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6457132438808768915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6457132438808768915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrate-lent.html' title='Celebrate Lent?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3800160657920371811</id><published>2011-03-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:59:02.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Let it all roll off?</title><content type='html'>There's been too much crap in my life lately. Today started anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of continuing to deal with the crap, I said no more and let it all roll off my back like water off a duck. Quack quack quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the kiddos and Hubs to church where Sparky decided she was ready to sing audibly. She sings A LOT on a normal day, but this was the first time I've heard her in church. She can't read the words yet so she sings from memory and I think she's been intimidated. I could be wrong, but that's my suspicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;brought tears to my eyes a bit to hear my little kid singing a love song to God. Pretty cool kid, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we delivered a coat to a friend's son on our way to a special place in our family. Got there, got wet, loved it and left. We took the scenic route home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to stop to get gas to make life easier the rest of the week and I checked my e-mail in the car while Hubs pumped gas. Yeah, he's awesome that way! In my in-box, lo and behold, there's a wonderful gift from a group of amazing women who I'm so proud to call friends. I've got it lucky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the kidlets sleeping when we got home, I got to! I think Sparky slept for awhile with me, but I just got all snuggled up and fell asleep. Just what I always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking, it was dinner with the in-laws (who I enjoy and usually get along with) including my favorite salad dressing at the Spaghetti Factory. Yum, yum yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a beautiful conversation with one of my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day that just washed away the junk of lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy quack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3800160657920371811?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3800160657920371811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-it-all-roll-off.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3800160657920371811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3800160657920371811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-it-all-roll-off.html' title='Let it all roll off?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7511947243689673984</id><published>2011-03-04T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:30:09.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Feed a friend in need?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;The original recipe for the chili is from Dad’s Own Cookbook (probably my favorite cookbook!) and the starting recipe for the chili seasoning is from &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chili-Seasoning-Mix-II/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/Chili-Seasoning-Mix-II/Detail.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Both parts that I have here are adapted based on my family’s preferences and what we had available and needing to be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Vegetarian Chili&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 teaspoons olive oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 red pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 orange pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 yellow pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 green pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 medium yellow onion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 cans kidney beans drained&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 small cans tomato paste&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;4 cans diced tomatoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 teaspoons all-purpose flour (I’ll leave this out next time)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 teaspoons chili powder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons crushed red pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon powdered onion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon powdered garlic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1&amp;nbsp;teaspoon dried parsley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried basil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;8oz frozen edamame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;8oz frozen corn (left this out of the meal for my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;This makes 12+ cups, but it freezes fine and I split it into 3 parts. Just make sure you defrost in the fridge instead of trying to defrost as you cook it since it’s prone to falling apart a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Put a large sauté pan on high heat for a minute or so to let it get hot. Add the oil, peppers and onion. Let it cook for 5 minutes or so until the peppers are bright colored and slightly softened. Add in the beans, tomato paste, diced tomatos and spices. Let it cook on low heat mostly covered for about 20 minutes, stirring every 5 minutes or so just to be sure it doesn’t stick. Add in the frozen veggies and heat until hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;The original recipe calls for the chili to go on a taco shell with shredded lettuce, fresh tomato, and cheese. We normally serve it just as chili with shredded/grated cheese on top. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;Chili Seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 teaspoons all-purpose flour&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;2 teaspoons chili powder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons crushed red pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon powdered onion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon powdered garlic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon ground cumin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1 teaspoon dried parsley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried basil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;"&gt;1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7511947243689673984?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7511947243689673984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/feed-friend-in-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7511947243689673984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7511947243689673984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/03/feed-friend-in-need.html' title='Feed a friend in need?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7957340904282563561</id><published>2011-02-27T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:45:11.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Clean up?</title><content type='html'>I changed Spunky's wardrobe over! And then did some "editing" of Sparky's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky was outgrowing everything in the old size, so I packed it all away and unpacked the next size up. It was a bit crazy to unpack the things that Sparky as wearing when Spunky was born. A bit eerie I guess too. I'm well aware of exactly how long it's been and don't feel like time has been flying, but it's weird to thing that when Sparky was Spunky's current age, Spunky was on the way. Just... a little weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I'd be changing the closet soon so instead of putting things away like we normally would, we've been folding it out of the dryer and then putting it "in" the canvas bins in the closet. The closet was a huge mess which, admittedly, was part of why I decided to change the closet this weekend. Now, it's beautiful. Everything is folded and stacked neatly. The items that are hung up are hung by season since it's the same stuff that will be worn at least part of the summer. It's just a nice and peaceful sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Sparky woke up this morning, the first thing I said was "you've grown!" as though there was room for that. I ended up pulling out some of the clothes that I expected to last at least into spring. Nope, away they went today. I just don't feel like it's right to make my kids wear high water pants when it's snowing. Call me crazy. No, don't. It's not very nice. It does make me glad that I have a tendancy to buy clothes a least a size up. More than once in the past 6 months it's paid off that I do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about changing over the closet that just resonates with me. Yes, everything gets orderly and tidy again. Yes, it's fun to see what I forgot I bought. Yes, it's mildly exciting to just have different clothes for the kidlets. Most of all, it's heartwarming to remember things that Sparky did while wearing particular outfits and look ahead to what Spunky will be doing wearing them. I also make sure that Spunky has some things in each size that Sparky never wore. The possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean my kids, not their clothes. The possibilities are endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7957340904282563561?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7957340904282563561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/clean-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7957340904282563561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7957340904282563561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/clean-up.html' title='Clean up?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6055583092388278425</id><published>2011-02-26T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:28:42.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Cut the crap?</title><content type='html'>I walked away from something I've been invested in for over three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been an organizer of a moms group since autumn of 2007. I decided about a year ago that I was done letting some of the other organizers walk all over me. So when one particular person kept trying to push me around, I respectfully but firmly pushed back. That's been happening for about a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got sick of the insults, disrespect, name calling and general BS (or baloney sandwich according to Sparky) that I've been dealing with. I took the creative stuff I did for the group and walked away. Probably pissed some people off in the process too. Not a whole lot I can do about that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the friends I've made through that group will remain friends. If this is what ends it, then um.... yeah, not friends in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed, embarrassed or any of that about how things have gone. I'm very comfortable with how it's all gone. I've been respectful (until today when I pointed out that a grown woman was being a bully and I was agreed with by one of her "friends") and maintained my integrity. I don't have any real reason to tell Sparky or Spunky about any of this, but I'm comfortable with what I've done and could tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of the example I've set for them. Stand up to bullies, be respectful, maintain your integrity. Hold your head up high and don't let others knock you down. Rise above the crap. Or, better yet, cut the crap to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6055583092388278425?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6055583092388278425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/cut-crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6055583092388278425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6055583092388278425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/cut-crap.html' title='Cut the crap?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-448260761696358972</id><published>2011-02-24T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:02:43.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Have mediocre lunch?</title><content type='html'>I had some coupons for $1 off a&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.morningstarfarms.com/products_vegetarian-frozen-dinner-entrees.aspx"&gt;Morningstar Farms entree&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch has been a challenge lately so I decided to use my coupons and give them a try. I generally like Morningstar Farm products and was optimistic about their entrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have been so optimistic. They're convenient for sure, but they're not amazingly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sweet and sour sauce in the fridge that would have been better with one of their chick'n patties and then some leftover veggies from the day prior. That would have been better than their frozen entree and not any more difficult I don't think. Maybe an extra 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sesame chick'n. It did the job of being lunch, but wasn't amazing either. Just okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be clear that I know better than to expect amazing from a frozen meal. But with that in mind, these entrees are really mediocre. I got three when I got them and probably won't get them again. Just my take on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-448260761696358972?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/448260761696358972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-mediocre-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/448260761696358972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/448260761696358972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-mediocre-lunch.html' title='Have mediocre lunch?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3066777953804793542</id><published>2011-02-23T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:13:31.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Musical chairs?</title><content type='html'>Spunky decided that a "big chair" was needed at the dining table younger than expected. Okay kid, no problem. Now that it's there, the trick is staying in 1 chair for the entire meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spunky doesn't eat much solid food. Some, but not much. She has much more of a tendency to have a couple bites, wander, sit in a different chair or on me, a couple bites, wander, repeat, repeat, repeat. Really she just doesn't eat much, but she seems to enjoy the experience of being at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up sitting at the table for our tea party today and seemed more resigned to using one same seat, but that might have been because there were bums on every other chair. It was pretty cute and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came dinner. Spunky used every possible chair at the table and two different laps over the course of the meal. And might have eaten .25 cup of food. It's just her style and we go with it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As annoying as it can be that we play musical chairs at every meal, it's also kinda cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3066777953804793542?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3066777953804793542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/musical-chairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3066777953804793542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3066777953804793542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/musical-chairs.html' title='Musical chairs?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-701953437356096989</id><published>2011-02-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:42:12.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Have an awesome day?</title><content type='html'>I spent it doing fun things with fun people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, I'd given my mom tickets to the local children's theater. Today, we got to enjoy an awesome show! Sparky, Spunky, Grandma, me and 4 of our friends went together and had a great time. After the super fun show, we then went and had lunch together and I had a chance to just hang out with a couple friends outside of any formal get together. Fun time with fun people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lo an behold, on the way home..... SNOW!!!! I love snow and was super excited!! Yippee!! Then home for naps and me watching more snow while snuggling with a sleeping cuddly little one. Hubs made an awesome dinner of eggplant Parmesan for us and noodles with sauce for the girls&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;Sparky and I got a little time together. We so rarely have time just the two of us and with Spunky being sick lately, it seemed like Sparky wanted some time with just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Trader Joe's for some simple groceries, nothing more exciting than that. We're having a tea party, so we spent a fair bit of our time there picking out just the right flowers to put on our table. Sparky really wanted the alstromeria with tea roses and regular roses. The one she really wanted looked pretty old and grungy so I had to do a bit of digging to find the same kind, but fresh. When I did, she lit up and was so happy. It was just a nice moment. She loves to buy flowers for our house and asked me on the way there if daddy was going to clean the kitchen counter of so we could get flowers. Um.... yeah kid, one of us will clean the kitchen when you ask like that! So sweet and thoughtful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to find the right bouquet, an employee came over and offered a balloon which she polite declined. He was stunned and asked me if she had really said no to a balloon. He said he's never had a kid say no before. He went over and got a basket of candy and offered that to her.&amp;nbsp;I politely told him no and Sparky didn't even bat an eye about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were checking out, the employee came back and told another co-worker that she'd struck out twice with Sparky. Then he offered her a sticker and he smiled just as big as she did. She was really pleased to spend the time one on one with me and pick out just the things we wanted and then stickers to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to TJ's might have been the best part of this tea party for Sparky. She'll like the tea party I think, but she just really enjoyed the trip to the store too. Yeah, my little kid is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-701953437356096989?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/701953437356096989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/701953437356096989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/701953437356096989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/have-awesome-day.html' title='Have an awesome day?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-249332732975021274</id><published>2011-02-16T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:58:33.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Feel lighter?</title><content type='html'>Hubs lost his grandpa today. We knew it would probably happen this week, but still. He was able to see Grandpa yesterday and spend some time with him and have closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kidlets&amp;nbsp;and I most recently saw Grandpa at a Superbowl party and got to see him light up in seeing the kids and hear him extol their beauty. Yeah, they're beautiful kids, but seeing him light up is the real joy. It's something that people have mentioned to us repeatedly over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa had an accident about a year ago that changed him forever and he moved in with my in-laws. Grandma did too. It was a rough transition for the in-laws and the grandparents. Wonderful people who had just gotten settled into their adult life with adult kids were suddenly in the position of being full time caregivers again. They readily did it, but it was still not what they had planned for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year, we've watched my in-laws trying to juggle everything and frankly them doing a pretty kick-ass job of it. They are very giving, caring and loving people for sure. Hubs comes from good stock. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma passed away last summer. Hubs had a chance for closure with her as well which he definitely appreciates. Since then, Grandpa has had his moments of being pure joy and also his moments of pure work. We've watched the toll it's taken on the in-laws and the weight of taking care that they've carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we saw them tonight, they looked younger than they've looked in the past year and both stood a little taller. This post isn't about me being lighter. It's about the ease that my in-laws experienced today. They love Grandpa and will miss him. They also have the peace of knowing that he's no longer in pain or uncomfortable and that he's with Grandma again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am lucky to have married into such a wonderful family. I've got great examples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-249332732975021274?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/249332732975021274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/feel-lighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/249332732975021274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/249332732975021274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/feel-lighter.html' title='Feel lighter?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6264382674604174230</id><published>2011-02-13T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:04:51.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Go back and forth?</title><content type='html'>It's an ongoing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole "facebook" phenomenon. I don't have an account right now. I don't know if I want to either. Hubs has one, tells me status updates about mutual friends some of the time. Other friends tell me how they've stayed in touch with friends from many years ago. So, it's tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the other side of it. The vortex of time and energy that's spent reading mindless stuff and playing silly games that don't matter. The privacy loopholes. The pure nonsense that could turn a friend into someone I don't want to be around. Yeah, that's not so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I keep going back and forth trying to decide what's really the best choice. I don't think I'm above being on facebook. I just know that it's probably a bit of a commitment and I just don't know if it's one I want to make. Being more connected to friends would be fantastic, but spending hours online doing nothing is not fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's just the outright privacy factor. Most anything I have to say can be read by most anyone interested in reading it. But every so often I have something I want to send out into the world and not have people know that I wrote it or I only want to say it to people who don't know me. I don't want the judgement or association with other things to bite me in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have horrible things to say about or to people or anything like that. But, sometimes it'd be nice to vent knowing without a shadow of a doubt that it won't get back to the object of my vent. And really, there's maybe 1 or 2 people that I have horrible things to say about. Don't we all? Don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6264382674604174230?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6264382674604174230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-back-and-forth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6264382674604174230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6264382674604174230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-back-and-forth.html' title='Go back and forth?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1148149753853902224</id><published>2011-02-09T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:35:12.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Get my heart broken?</title><content type='html'>Grab a tissue, or a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to read and tend to do it a lot. When I took the kidlets to story time a little while back, I grabbed a book for myself too. It's Day After Night by Anita Diamante. She's the author of The Red Tent and I get sucked in within about 2 sentances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is based on the true story of a small group of women at the Atlit internment camp in Palestine in 1945. I am well aware that it is a work of fiction, but it's still based on real girls. Girls that endured unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of the book where one of the girls is reflecting on her survivor guilt and all who died during the Holocaust. From Wikipedia: from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0645ad;"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span xml:lang="el" xml:lang="el"&gt;ὁλόκαυστος&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span xml:lang="el-Latn" xml:lang="el-Latn"&gt;holókaustos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;hólos&lt;/i&gt;, "whole" and &lt;i&gt;kaustós&lt;/i&gt;, "burnt". How's that for a descriptor? My stomach dropped when I read it. The things people do to each other is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, in her teens or so, is reflecting and thinking about the different ways that people hid or otherwise attempted to survive. She called out the baby that was suffocated so as to not give away a family's hiding space. I had never considered that possibility. My heart broken knowing that even though this was a work of fiction, that was almost certainly a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosing between your new child that you grew to love before they were born and the family that supported you while the child grew. Oh God. Quite literally. Oh God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1148149753853902224?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1148149753853902224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/get-my-heart-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1148149753853902224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1148149753853902224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/get-my-heart-broken.html' title='Get my heart broken?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7078477363821122634</id><published>2011-02-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:35:19.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resources'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Make parenting wine?</title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe I didn't make wine. I've made whine for sure, but it's not common and readily adjusted so it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing lots of wonderful parents saying how they're struggling lately. I won't pretend to have it all sorted out myself, but I can honestly say that our struggles are few and related to a brief issue. Not to say life is perfect, but it's pretty awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the wine. I've been looking at the whole picture that I can see and one thing I see in common for these wonderful moms is imbalance. So, it trying to find a way to say it, I did some searching. First, I checked &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balance_%28metaphysics%29"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. I liked that description (follow the link to check it out yourself, I'm not copy pasting the whole thing), but since it's not cited, I wanted to keep looking. It does all sound very familiar from my philosophy classes in college (one of my majors for those who didn't know) but I wanted cited materials at this point. I don't want to offend anyone but when I'm asked to help, I want to in a constructive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next is &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/balance"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;. There we go! Bingo! That's what I was looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"3.&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt; mental&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;steadiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;stability;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;behavior,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;judgment,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;etc."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"8.&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;(in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;winemaking)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;attributes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;wine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;harmony,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;prominent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;deficient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;There's the wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;All attributes in harmony with none either too prominent or deficient. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, that's the definition I was looking for. Having the emotional stability and habit of calm judgement goes a long way in getting all the attributes in harmony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;Parenting wine is maturing in my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;Our baseline is that w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;e have a good balance of meeting everyone's needs and some of each person's wants. Hubs and I each have adult communities that we're connected to and that feed our needs for not completely relinquishing our pre-parent selves. We also have communities with kids that feed our needs to connect to other parents so we're not feeling isolated in our parenting. Sparky and Spunky have friends that they see regularly and who's company they seem to enjoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;We all have activities that we enjoy and get to be a part of. As a family and as individuals we have activities for each of us and things to keep us occupied, but we also have plenty of time to spend together doing things as a family. Even just the simple playing around the house things. Sparky and Spunky get time with their parents as they want it for the most part (occasionally they have to wait a few minutes) but they also get time to play independently as they please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;2007 and 2009 vintages from our cellars will be absolutely wonderful, I'm sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7078477363821122634?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7078477363821122634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-parenting-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7078477363821122634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7078477363821122634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/make-parenting-wine.html' title='Make parenting wine?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6844733174686058038</id><published>2011-02-02T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:09:06.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Score?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;I got Hubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Spunky has a double ear infection and has been "on the dark side" for the past couple days. Yesterday morning we see the pediatrician and get her on the road to mending. We wanted to pick up some ibuprophen to have on hand in case her fever returned. Instead of me schlepping everyone to Target for meds, Hubs stayed home with Spunky while Sparky and I made the run and had a few minutes of time together. Yeah Hubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;While we were gone (and taking our liberties with how long we were gone), Hubs made awesome dinner!! Double Yeah Hubs!! He made black bean soup and cornbread from scratch. Yum, yum, yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Here's our soup recipe and if I had the original source for it, I'd share, but I don't know where it's originally from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Low Toot Black Bean Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;2 cans drained and rinsed black beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 teaspoon cumin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 cup salsa (whatever your heat preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 cup broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Blend in blender or food processor. Heat to desired temp. Top with cheese or sour cream. Serve with tortilla chips or bread.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;The cornbread recipe was from "Dad's Own Cookbook" which is a pretty awesome cookbook if I do say so.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6844733174686058038?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6844733174686058038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/score.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6844733174686058038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6844733174686058038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/02/score.html' title='Score?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-5144126031735328355</id><published>2011-01-31T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:47:02.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><title type='text'>Handle a curve ball?</title><content type='html'>Spunky has a cold. A nasty, snotty, mucusy, not-sleeping, coughing, junk of a time cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. Or maybe it blows. Or maybe it's just stuck where it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cold is just stuck. She can't blow it out and the snot sucker (aka aspirator) is seemingly torture and not worth using more than once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a curve ball to my tighly planned week. Grrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a back-up plan for two days and I'm hoping that plans after Thursday can go as planned. I'm not pleased to have to change things, but I gotta take care of my kidlet. It's part of my job as a parent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to say that I'm managing it gracefully but that would be an outright lie. I'm frustrated with being unable to go and do the things that I'd planned and was looking forward to. I'm exhausted from not hardly sleeping for the past 4 nights while trying to help Spunky sleep. She nurses all night which isn't a big deal so much except that when she sleeps, she wants my back and when she wakes she wants my front. It just makes quality sleep not possible. Oh well, the choices I make as an attached parent! Could be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have a snotty little kid who I wasn't nursing and had to actually work to help her be more comfortable! But since she's a breastfeeding kid, it's relatively easy. Curve ball handled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-5144126031735328355?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/5144126031735328355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/handle-curve-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5144126031735328355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/5144126031735328355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/handle-curve-ball.html' title='Handle a curve ball?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1878120788172975654</id><published>2011-01-31T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:17:29.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>See a new side?</title><content type='html'>It was shown to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get your mind out of the gutter... I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite people of all time has started a blog! We've been friends for years, have vacationed together and have pretty much supported and laughed through all life has had to offer thus far. Her C-man and Sparky are nearly the same age and we've commiserated and rejoiced as they've grown and developed together. Sparky has a picture of C-man on her wall and asks to see him every so often and I get all wistful to see them too. I miss my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like to and for some reason her e-mail bounces anything I send directly to her. I actually had to set up a separate e-mail mostly just for e-mailing her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought that I knew my friend really well and then this past week she surprised me! She started a blog (which isn't really too much of a surprise), but it's her writing style that was a whole new side of my friend! I knew her education and some of her work history since that's how we met after all, but I've only seen her write grocery lists, work reports, thank you cards, holiday cards, etc. I might recognize her handwriting if asked, but her narrative style.... never would have guessed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just a pleasantly surprising bit of news last week. I also love that instead of identifying herself by where she is in life as so many of us bloggers are prone to doing, she identifies with where she started. So, head on over and visit margie's daughter at &lt;a href="http://someonemusthavethoughtofthis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Strange Days Indeed&lt;/a&gt;. She's just an awesome person and poignant writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps did you notice that I can now spell check and include a link! Turns out it was the browser Hubs had installed for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1878120788172975654?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1878120788172975654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/see-new-side.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1878120788172975654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1878120788172975654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/see-new-side.html' title='See a new side?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8392918416923216258</id><published>2011-01-26T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:11:26.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Regroup?</title><content type='html'>I met a lovely friend for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may not seem so novel to some, but I haven't met friends for dinner without my kidlets in um... 2 years? A little less than that, but not much less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite friends recently finished her graduate program (Congrats!!) and e-mailed me saying she was trying to catch up on what she had neglected during her schooling. I haven't been as on top of our friendship as I could have been either unfortunately. Fortunately, ours is a friendship that picks up where it was dropped and time doesn't matter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so nice to spend time with my friend as an adult and without having to monitor kidlets while trying to eat my dinner. I love the kidlets, but occasionally, it does me some good to hang out with people that know me prior to my mom life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bummer of a week across the board, it was just the reset that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the trick is to making it a standing "date" so we don't go so long between seeing each other and so that our friendship doesn't keep getting dropped. It's not fragile, but it is valuable. I'm just not in the habit of dropping things with value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8392918416923216258?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8392918416923216258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/regroup.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8392918416923216258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8392918416923216258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/regroup.html' title='Regroup?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-217422870442267450</id><published>2011-01-18T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:29:39.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Get punched in the gut?</title><content type='html'>Figuratively, but literally might have been better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something unnecessary. Imagine that. Then I had my ass handed to me after a big bite was taken out of it. I’m just feeling like crap and wondering what I did in the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not all “but I’m the victim” on this, but come on people! Seriously???&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please don’t read into what I say and attach your own meaning without knowing or asking what I mean. I’m a pretty open book most of the time. Feel free to ask so I can correct your assumptions about what I mean because you’re wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just some things that aren’t open for discussion with people below a certain threshold of importance to me. Arrogant as that sounds, it’s true with no apologies about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that line was crossed in a pretty big way. It’s just an issue and a struggle and I kinda just want to tell someone where to stick it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s not really what I mean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate constructive criticism and opportunities for growth as a person. I just struggle with character attacks and feeling like I’ve been told that my values are wrong. Nope, sorry. My values are mine. That’s off limits. What I said had nothing to do with someone else’s worth, it had to do with my own values. I’m entitled to them as is every other person in the world and the entirety of history. Grrrrr…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, where are my values and how much do I want to let someone else impact them and what I do about them? Do I want to give someone else that power? Um…. Easy. Nope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the flip side of that is that I’m me, always will be and I’m not going to deny myself. That doesn’t make for a happy or productive me. That makes for a bitch which I’m not. No more letting someone else make me feel like I am or tell me that I am. I know better and I know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-217422870442267450?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/217422870442267450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-punched-in-gut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/217422870442267450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/217422870442267450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-punched-in-gut.html' title='Get punched in the gut?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3105872950258531457</id><published>2011-01-16T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:02:00.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Say thank you?</title><content type='html'>I returned a favor that I've benefitted every day of my life so far and will continue to benefit from for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these wonderful grandparently people in my life that I am so blessed by. My genetic grandparents lived far away when I was growing up. Enter in the kind neighbors. They helped raise all the kids in the neighborhood. They invited us over for dinner and were understanding when we didn't like what they had lovingly made. They helped entertain us during the summer and gave our parents much needed breaks. They loved us and took care of us. They told us as we grew when we were screwing up and not to be brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we listened and became better people. Sometimes.... we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm indebted to these wonderful people. That's not lost on me. Every so often I get an opportunity to say thank you in little ways. For Christmas, Grandma M said she hadn't been able to do her usual cookies and canning for Christmas baskets. I let her know that it was okay and then I gave her some of what I canned this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knew they didn't have a wreath this year. So I got one for them and had a little helper deliver it to their porch with a decorative bow on it that I'd made. It's not much really, but it's a little way that I can show my appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Grandma M recently on the phone and she mentioned the wreath to me. She was pumping me for info and trying to see if I was the one who provided it for them. I simply told her "You and Grandma R have done a lot of really nice things for a lot of people over the years. Maybe someone just wanted to return the favor." I think she knows it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never stop telling them thank you though. It's my obligation and right to tell them that they had a hand in helping raise me when my parents didn't know what to do with me anymore. I was a total pain in the ass. Anybody surprised?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3105872950258531457?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3105872950258531457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-thank-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3105872950258531457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3105872950258531457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/say-thank-you.html' title='Say thank you?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6531832242193615800</id><published>2011-01-15T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:49:12.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get it right?</title><content type='html'>I listened to my kids even though they weren't saying much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rough afternoon at our house. Spunky has been a finger sucker since birth and we're trying to encourage her to stop. We've been passively trying for awhile, but this weekend we decided to try to actively encourage her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter nap time with two tired kids, one of whom didn't see me much this morning (Sparky went to get an oil change with Hubs). A bit of a recipe for not-good-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start nap routine same as usual. All is okay, but not great. Sparky is all wired up and not in control of herself. While trying to help her with that, Spunky gets more tired and more insistent that she receive milk. Now. No, 20 seconds ago. Okay, bad route. Redirect, get both kids latched, having milk. Everyone calms down a bit. Spunky unlatches, says she's done, starts crying in her effort to not put her fingers in her mouth. I try to console her and Sparky gets a bit upset because she still wants more milk. Okay, okay. Trying trying. Turn towards Sparky, get her latched, Spunky proceeds to air every single greivance she's ever had against anything. Loudly. Sparky takes issue with this and hurts me. Okay, now I have two tired kids, one crying, one mad at me, and I'm in pain. Not awesome.I try to tuck in Sparky and tell her good night. She's not having it. She wants me. She starts to cry. I pleed with her. Spunky gets in on it and starts wailing. We all end up in a pile of tears. Sucky sucky time. And it sounds like I got it all wrong to this point too probably. I certainly got some parts wrong. No doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Spunky and I leave the room, I nurse her again and she falls asleep. Probably out of exhaustion more than anything else. She was so tired but only slept for a small fraction of the time she should have. I'm not sure if Sparky ever fell asleep. She got some rest and we all got a break from each other so the day could continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a friend's house to hang out and play. Two tired kids in tow. Yummy dinner, good company, better mood for us all, and some physical play for kidlets. Okay, things are definately looking up. So here's where I really got it right. I would have loved to stay and hang out with friends. But, I knew by sound in another part of the house (Hubs was with them) that it was time for the kidlets and I to head for home. They weren't crying or anything like that. They were just.... tired and letting me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much bailed on Hubs after making sure our friends would get him home and got the kidlets straight home. Then, it was smooth sailing. Both had a little bit more dinner,&amp;nbsp;a book before bed, some milk and cuddles and then to sleep. There may be toys and books all over the place, but I don't care. I listened to what my kids needed and responded. They let me know it was time to go without a tantrum or any backtalking and then were pretty stinkin' cooperative once we got home. My adrenaline from the afternoon is now back where it belongs and tomorrow is a new day. I don't always get it right by any means. I know that. Today, I got it wrong first. Then, I learned from badness and got it right. My kids benefit from that today and into the future. I'm celebrating this little victory since I know I don't always get it right but I know I did this time. It feels good and resonates as right in my bones. Yeah me. If I do say so myself! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6531832242193615800?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6531832242193615800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-it-right.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6531832242193615800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6531832242193615800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-it-right.html' title='Get it right?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1379672505038682348</id><published>2011-01-11T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T15:45:19.781-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Get a bit depressed?</title><content type='html'>This isn't all woe-is-me. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have&amp;nbsp;an aquaintance that I've known for 10+ years. She and Hubs are Facebook friends and he told me recently how her status updates and most of her posts are about her pride in her heavy weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand, I'm a big fan of people accepting their bodies and being proud of who they are. I'm also a big fan of people at least trying to be healthy. Making an effort counts even when success is slow to come. I'm not a nutritionalist or dietitican and don't have an ideal weight in mind for her. But there's a point when someone is visibly much too heavy for their frame and she's at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit doughy and could definately stand to loose a bit of weight, but I'm trying and have lost some. I'm trying even though it's a bit slow going. I'm setting the example for the kidlets that taking care of my body is important. Yeah, I eat chips and other misc junk foods some of the time. No lies about that!&amp;nbsp;I'm nowhere near Biggest Loser contestant status though. Aquaintance.... could be Biggest Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lovely that she's proud of herself. It's depressing to me that she no longer is trying to be a healthy weight for her family. Makes me glad she's not having kids and setting the example for them. It's just depressing that this strong woman has opted not to do anything about what may very well kill her. And that is the really depressing part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1379672505038682348?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1379672505038682348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-bit-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1379672505038682348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1379672505038682348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-bit-depressed.html' title='Get a bit depressed?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7057976386515317249</id><published>2011-01-09T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:03:39.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Fall in love today?</title><content type='html'>Short version? I said one word to Hubs and he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longer version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made tapioca for Sparky and Spunky the other day. It's organic, coconut and all sorts or healthy for my kids. It also has no sugar so it's nothing like the tapioca pudding that I like. Tonight, Hubs was willing to make tapioca for us with all the sugar it's supposed to have. He brought each of us a coffee cup with some tapioca in it while I was watching Desperate Housewives (guilty pleasure!). As I had a sleeping Spunky in my lap and was very carefully taking slow and non-dripping bites over her, I turned to see Hubs well.... um... shoveling his into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his cup about 3 inches from his mouth and was moving his spoon back and forth faster than a hummingbird's wings. Cup mouth cup mouth cup mouth cup mouth. He was moving faster than I can type that. I just looked at him until he glanced my way, which took a moment while he was shoveling his pudding. When I glanced back, I simply said "really?" He smiled and responded "but it's just so good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me smitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe we use, but I like it better without the egg: &lt;a href="http://www.kraftrecipes.com/recipes/tapioca-pudding-50886.aspx"&gt;http://www.kraftrecipes.com/recipes/tapioca-pudding-50886.aspx&lt;/a&gt;. I don't like the taste of eggs so then there's nothing that resembles a fried egg in my sweet pudding, but it does leave it a bit runnier FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7057976386515317249?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7057976386515317249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall-in-love-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7057976386515317249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7057976386515317249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/fall-in-love-today.html' title='Fall in love today?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-4853800548786989949</id><published>2011-01-06T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:08:28.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Reconcile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’m not really sure that I have yet to be honest, but I’m trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In December, someone had the audacity to say that Christmas isn’t a religious holiday anymore and that it’s now about spending time with family (and they continued, but I had already tuned them out). Um… excuse me? Are you crazy? I know you must be. It’s called CHRISTmas, not familymas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’ll be one of the first to admit that many a marketing department has done an amazing job of trying to strip religion from Christmas, at least in the US. But not in this household. Not happening Hallmark. And I won’t apologize for that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I’ve toyed with the idea of no longer giving gifts to those who do not celebrate for religious reasons. I’m still not sure that it’s not a bad idea for me as an adult, but it’s not the example that I’m going to set for my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We tell Sparky that the reason we give gifts is because it is Jesus’s birthday and we normally give people gifts for their birthday. Since there’s a little bit of Jesus in everyone, then we get to give presents to everyone and we might get some too. That’s the shorter version, but needed to be repeated for anyone late coming to this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, what would I be teaching my kids if I ignored the Christ in those who don’t believe in Christ? That’s pretty judgmental and what I consider to be a pretty bad example. So, for now, we’ll do gifts with the knowledge that we’re giving the gift to the Christ inside the person whether they recognize it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Religion is a personal choice and I don't actually care what others choose.&amp;nbsp;But, Christmas is a religious holiday and there’s no way around that. Sorry folks. No actually, I’m not sorry about it! I’m glad it’s a religious holiday! I’m sorry that some people are deluded enough to think that it’s not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-4853800548786989949?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4853800548786989949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/reconcile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4853800548786989949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4853800548786989949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/reconcile.html' title='Reconcile?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7692921598190568068</id><published>2011-01-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:22:20.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I strategically gave Hubs snowshoes for our anniversary. A little sneaky, yes. Totally worth it, absolutely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We went this week before he had to go back to work after his Christmas break and it was so fun. We only went for about an hour, but that was just right since Sparky was walking the whole time and Spunky was a bit cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;We then asked our families to give us some of the stuff to help us go like a parking permit and a gift certificate for a snowshoeing excursion. Fun fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hubs and I both grew up downhill skiing and I started doing cross country in college. It’s still something I enjoy, but it’s pretty intimidating with Sparky and Spunky in tow. Literally. That’s how we’d have to take them. Next time we go snowshoe (next weekend?), we’ll take the tow-mobile with us and give it a shot. That will let us go for longer and further and hopefully work out well. The trail we took last time was very tow-mobile friendly so I’m optimistic. We might end up just leaving it in the car and if we’re able to use it, great. If not, no worries. Sparky loved snowshoeing and Spunky is happy to hitch a ride most any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I blew out my knee running in college (took like….. 5 months to even start to heal), so I don’t anticipate downhill skiing really being in my future which makes me a bit sad. I’d like to take Sparky and Spunky, but maybe that will be a way for Hubs to bond with our kids. Maybe I’ll be the one to take them cross country. Snowshoeing can be our family activity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No matter how I look at it, we now have some really reasonable ways to get out and be active even when it’s beyond cold and I just want to snuggle under a blanket and eat popcorn. Getting out and bundling up is a much better example for my kids though so, out we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7692921598190568068?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7692921598190568068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7692921598190568068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7692921598190568068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-out.html' title='Get Out?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-351839218147636645</id><published>2011-01-04T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T22:53:11.970-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get Grossed Out?</title><content type='html'>This isn't graphic or anything, don't worry. But, it's still makes my stomach churn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs brought in the mail tonight and there was an ad for Denny's. Hubs and I both saw the same thing on the front. It's their fried cheese sticks inside a grilled cheese sandwich. Hubs just called it a heart attack. While I saw the same&amp;nbsp;*blech* factor, I decided to look it up. And that was how I got grossed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a link to their nutritional information: &lt;a href="http://dennys.com/en/page.aspx?ID=23&amp;amp;title=Nutrition+%2b+Allergens"&gt;http://dennys.com/en/page.aspx?ID=23&amp;amp;title=Nutrition+%2b+Allergens&lt;/a&gt;. I don't eat at Denny's often or anything like that (maybe twice in the past 4 years), but I now have zero intention of ever eating there again. I really appreciate that they have their nutritional info available online, but wow. My body deserves better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little afraid to look at the Red Robin info now, but I've glanced at it when I've been there and know that their Garden Burger is a reasonable choice. Not amazingly great, but reasonable. I was there with a kid who ordered their pepperoni pizza recently (not Sparky or Spunky) and when I glanced, my entree was much lower calories than the pizza. The pizza was actually higher than an adult should really eat for their meal. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know different people eat differently, but for me, there's really a point when it's a disservice to make a body digest pure ick. Denny's, it'll be quite awhile before I see you again if ever. Red Robin, I think we need to take a break and have less often rendevous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-351839218147636645?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/351839218147636645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-grossed-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/351839218147636645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/351839218147636645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-grossed-out.html' title='Get Grossed Out?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8524319064597511303</id><published>2011-01-04T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:04:25.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Poison Hubs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;He said it was poison anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I made a new kind of fruit and nut bars. Hubs tried them and said "it's poison". That's our family way of saying that it's so good we're not going to let anyone else eat it. Just the same way that I wouldn't let my family eat poison. We're a bit lame, but I knew what he was saying and took it as a compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Want to do it too? All the cool kids are.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Apple Raisin Pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 7pt normal normal normal normal normal &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/2c medjool dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/2c dried granny smith apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/2c dried braeburn apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/2t cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/4c raisins (next time, I'll only do about half this much, but that's personal preference as I don't like raisins very much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1/2c walnuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8524319064597511303?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8524319064597511303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/poison-hubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8524319064597511303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8524319064597511303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/poison-hubs.html' title='Poison Hubs?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-4820073934128861702</id><published>2011-01-01T00:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:18:02.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Relax?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. Funny right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs and I have lived in our house for almost 6 years. Everything was unpacked within 1 year, but that doesn't mean we were settled. We kinda were, but there's always those little things that just don't have a place and adding a dog and two kids since we moved in required a bit of reorganization. Actually, it's a continual process of reorganizing. Hence, the relaxation lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled everything out of every kitchen cupboard, drawer (except the junk drawer so far) and then put it all away in a way that made sense. Some things were donated, some things were put right back away, many thing were moved so they were with like items. It just feels nice to open the cupboard and have all the soup in one place and the junk food in another place. It makes it easier to make better food choices too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubs helped with this bunches of course. We (okay, I) made a list of everything we wanted to get done between when Hubs got some time off for Thanksgiving and when he returned to work after Christmas. We're not all the way through the list, but most of the way. Every bedroom upstairs is organized and pretty to look at. My craft closet is slightly chaotic still, but I'll fix that when I put away the Christmas decorations this next week. Upstairs, is organized. Downstairs, many toys were stored away, the kitchen (as mentioned above) was organized and is now tidy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Harry Potter closet (the closet under the stairs) is tidy. It's also where the extra seats for my car are stored, but now it's tidy! In the kitchen, the junk food shelf is a mess (because we have way too much in it after the holidays), but it's also now 1 shelf in 1 cupboard. I can handle that. The junk drawer in the kitchen is an accepted way of life in my opinion. It would be wonderful to not have it either, but it's really convenient to have the spare keys, pens, stamps and gift certificates all in one place. Don't ask why that's convenient, but it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs, that's all that's still not the way I'd like it to be. There's a couple more days before Hubs goes back to work too so that might get dented and improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs, we have the "junk room" that we're steadily making progress on. The HUGE bookshelf is super helpful!! We're just chipping away at it and being much more discerning about what actually belongs in our house. Many things are going to the "regift" pile and the "garage sale" pile. That's growing exponentially! I should probably do a preview day for friends and family before we do a big public sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels really nice to have our house finally coming together as a clean slate (literally!) that we can now decorate if we choose. There's only things hung on the walls in kid bedrooms and the powder room. No other rooms in the house. It feels weird to not have our wedding pictures around us or pictures of our kids on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the list on the fridge is almost done. The yard clean up is on the backburner due to weather, but one more dry day above freezing and that'll get fixed I think. It just feels nice to have life tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even with the holidays and all the crazy that comes with it, I'm feeling fairly relaxed. It's nice for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-4820073934128861702?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/4820073934128861702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/relax.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4820073934128861702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/4820073934128861702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2011/01/relax.html' title='Relax?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3837703083744075914</id><published>2010-12-27T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:58:31.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Impress myself?</title><content type='html'>I made truffles! Granted, it was from a recipe and they were super easy, but still. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't add active links here, but here's the recipe for anyone else wanting to give it a whirl: &lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/do-it-yourself-truffles-desserts"&gt;http://www.delish.com/recipefinder/do-it-yourself-truffles-desserts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a quarter batch the first time as a test run to make sure they would work. The second batch was a half batch that I split into 4 parts. Two parts were chocolate coated in bakers cocoa/powdered sugar, 1 part was peppermint rolled in crushed candy cane and the last part was almond extract rolled in Magic Bullet-ed almonds. Finely ground might be the other descriptor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they were super easy and quite tasty! I was pretty impressed with my ability to make something that seems so fancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3837703083744075914?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3837703083744075914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/impress-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3837703083744075914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3837703083744075914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/impress-myself.html' title='Impress myself?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1091340814362018319</id><published>2010-12-20T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:49:12.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain santa not coming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;We will not be teaching our kids anything about "good" girls or "bad" boys or anything like that. We use good as a descriptor for the dog but never as a description of our kids. We tell Sparky that she's a nice girl and is kind. She has a couple kids that she sees often and she'll describe them or their actions as naughty. That's our basic reference point. See someone else do something undesirable and then remind her how we want her to behave and treat others. So far, so good. Er... um.... so far, so nice.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1091340814362018319?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1091340814362018319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-will-not-be-teaching-our-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1091340814362018319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1091340814362018319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-will-not-be-teaching-our-kids.html' title='Explain santa not coming?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-9113612038681182547</id><published>2010-12-16T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:29:07.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Make it worth it?</title><content type='html'>The fam&amp;nbsp;and I met some other moms for a "light show" tonight at the local botanical gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what I was planning on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, standing in the rain, waiting for friends to show up, wondering why we're doing this..... Grrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add in the reality that my base body temperature seems to actually be low and I'm standing there in the cold and rain and frankly, was not happy about it. But I said I'd be there, so I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for the last person for awhile after I'd already sent everyone else (including Sparky and friends) ahead, I went to catch up with them. Once I got to them, I remembered why the cold and rain were worth it. It's a beautifully magical place all made up like a spring/summer garden, but with Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. THAT'S why it's worth it! It's just so beautiful, but not in the double rainbow kinda way. It really is very beautiful and a lot of work went into making it so lovely. I took Sparky and Spunky twice this year and both nights were free nights. I should probably either take them again on a fee night or just do an online donation and not be such a cheapskate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It almost feels like a community service that they do the lights and it's something Hubs and I have enjoyed together since before we were engaged. It's kinda our little family tradition, which makes it even more worth the cold and rain that we had tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, I know to expect cold and rain this time of year living here. What else would there be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-9113612038681182547?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/9113612038681182547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-it-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/9113612038681182547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/9113612038681182547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-it-worth-it.html' title='Make it worth it?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-24170958742411254</id><published>2010-12-14T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:27:55.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><title type='text'>Wake up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Day to day, this is a different answer, but one way that I woke up was last spring.&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I was part of a blog consortium (for lack of better for word it) and was writing a post about what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um…. hi reality. It had been awhile hadn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I wrote was that I believe blogging should be fun and something that adds to my life rather than a chore or something that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I get paid for it. If I did, yeah, writing could be something I have to do. But I’m not, so it’s not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never published that post. Just writing that I think it should be fun was the wake up call I needed to step back from all the carnivals, prompts, and just be me. So, I am now awake, at least in that sense, and am not doing all the other junk. It’s kinda fun to a point, but it’s also a false sense of importance. I may have had some followers, but none of them said a word when I stopped blogging. The few who’ve refound me as of this posting are people that I actually know in reality and aren’t just virtual profiles out in space.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-24170958742411254?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/24170958742411254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/wake-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/24170958742411254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/24170958742411254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/wake-up.html' title='Wake up?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-1555940336215162921</id><published>2010-12-13T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:18:54.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Feed a friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Butternut squash soup&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 extra large and mostly "meat" butternut squash&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;4 cups water&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;4 cups veggie broth&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;3 sweet potatos&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;3 apples&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;two big handfuls of baby carrots&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 small-ish onion&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 red pepper (I didn't have it this time, but wish I had)&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;1 block of firm silken tofu&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;sprinkle or 3 of:&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;cinnamon&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;fresh ground black pepper&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;ground nutmeg&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;ground cloves&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;ground ginger&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;allspice (can't remember if I tossed that in, but I think I did)&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;a little bit of salt (maybe 1/8 teaspoon)&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Cut all the veggies into 1" cubes or so. It's not rocket science, just estimate it and go with it! :) Stick everything in a large pot and let it cook until everything is soft. Then, puree in a blender in batches.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I like to puree and then dump the puree into a large mixing bowl and then stir the batches together after it's all pureed. Mine made around 30 cups of soup.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Soup was delivered with two scratch made biscuits, homemade apple pie filling, some dried apples and a couple apple flax pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. Hopefully it lightens the load my friend carries.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-1555940336215162921?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/1555940336215162921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/feed-friend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1555940336215162921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/1555940336215162921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/feed-friend.html' title='Feed a friend?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-516765594248656055</id><published>2010-12-11T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:00:12.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Get so lucky?</title><content type='html'>It's probably not pure luck, but that doesn't mean I don't feel lucky. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an amazing rockstar of a husband who doesn't hesitate to just do what needs to be done and knows when I stressed to my breaking point. He's also fantastic at helping keep me from reaching that point and helping me keep perspective that while Sparky and Spunky are young, yeah... it's going to be hard some days and some days (or parts of days) might just completely suck. Take yesterday morning for example. I quite simply told Hubs that I needed a do-over when I was finally on my way to the store for a large shopping trip at 12:30 that I should have been started at 11 at the latest. Yeah, yesterday morning sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then came this morning and life was so much better. I had a new day's perspective and all the junk from yesterday was gone while I was able to simply enjoy a party that I'd planned for my kids. It was great and such a fun time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have two kind-hearted, intelligent and silly as shit little kids. I really don't think I could ask for more. The fact that they're beautiful is a complete bonus. Someone else described her little girl as "pretty much perfect" to me today and I kinda thought "well, mine aren't, but they're pretty freaking awsome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an element of luck with how Hubs and I met maybe, and an element of just the right genes for the kidlets, but I know that some of why life is good is a result of the choices that my parents, myself, Hubs, his parents, and the kiddo's make and have made. The equation goes something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good choice+good choice+good choice+good choice+perspective=good life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are sometimes things that send all the good choices to the crapper for sure, but that's where perspective comes in. Even when something sucks, it doesn't all suck. So then, you're back to good life. Pretty simple really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-516765594248656055?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/516765594248656055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-so-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/516765594248656055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/516765594248656055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/get-so-lucky.html' title='Get so lucky?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-7919728854717635238</id><published>2010-12-10T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T00:27:12.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>(or rather we) decide not to santa?</title><content type='html'>Let me first say that I don't care how or if others celebrate any given holiday. No judgement from me about it, please offer me the same. Besides that, it's my blog so I get to spew whatever I want! Mwah ah ah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't do santa because that's not what Christmas is about in our family. It's about the birth of Christ. Yes, I fully know that it probably didn't happen in the winter, but since December 25th is the generally accepted date to celebrate it, we go with that. I know and understand why winter was chosen and as my kids are older, that's an opportunity for&amp;nbsp;Hubs and I to talk to them about history, politics and religion and how they all work (or don't) together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our main reason. We want our kids to grow up with the concepts of God and Christ so Christmas and Easter are important holidays in our family that have nothing to do with old men or rabbits. The way we explain Christmas presents to the kids is that for someone's birthday, we often give them a present. There's a little bit of Jesus in everyone, so we get to give everyone presents for Jesus' birthday. And, since there's a little bit of Jesus in us too, we might get some presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also try to be as age appropriately honest as we can about things with the kids so we're just not feeling the need to introduce all the holiday characters. Really, what's the point? For us, there isn't one. For others, they do and it works for them. No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we tried celebrating Saint Nicholas Day, but that didn't work so well.&amp;nbsp;We still felt like we were lying by acting like someone besides us would put things in their socks. It just hit the "this is wrong" chord with both of us as parents. St Nicholas day is actually a holiday that is celebrated in other parts of the country and in other countries. It's December 6th for anyone who's interested. Here's some pretty good info about it: &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/St_Nicholas_Day"&gt;http://hubpages.com/hub/St_Nicholas_Day&lt;/a&gt;. Saint Nicholas is actually where santa comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, Hubs' family and mine both did santa to various degrees. Mine more than his. We both grew up with it but there's a lot about parenting that we do differently than our parents or siblings. Christmas is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Sparky will tell people "santa is a character and pretend". She gets what santa really is. Now we can explain better what santa represents (somewhat, but that's another post). We can explain that santa is about taking care of kids and doing nice things for others, which is a simplified version of what Saint Nicholas is known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just what's working for us and consistent with our choices as parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-7919728854717635238?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/7919728854717635238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/or-rather-we-decide-not-to-santa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7919728854717635238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/7919728854717635238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/or-rather-we-decide-not-to-santa.html' title='(or rather we) decide not to santa?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-2261444218839195535</id><published>2010-12-06T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:35:19.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hubs'/><title type='text'>Meet my nemesis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe nemesis is too strong of a word, but maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wanna know what it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's those fricking fugly net lights that some a-hole designed and ridiculous people insist on installing on their poor unsuspecting shrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I HATE net lights. Absolutely, with a passion, hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;What the heck lazy neighbors? If you want to put up lights, no problem. Sparky and Spunky love them as we go by. Thank you for putting them up. Now, Hubs and I can't stand the net lights. Take&lt;br /&gt;the time to put up real lights that you wind around what-not on your own, or don't bother. Same goes for the crazy ugly woodland creatures. Let them be. Maybe that's why deer don't come through the 'hood anymore. They're too embarrassed by your holiday decorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And if you read my previous blog, yes, I complained about this last year about this time too. I really just can't stand those stupid lights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-2261444218839195535?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/2261444218839195535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-my-nemesis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/2261444218839195535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/2261444218839195535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-my-nemesis.html' title='Meet my nemesis?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-510425235716053775</id><published>2010-12-04T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:19:48.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Make a birdfeeder?</title><content type='html'>Probably the same way that most people made at least one between the ages of 2 and 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a large pinecone, some peanut butter, and some birdseed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had friends over this morning to make them with us. I had collected the pinecones last spring when they were all wide open. Left them in the garage for a couple months to get nice and spidery. Then today, dumped them in the back yard, tied a piece of red ribbon at the top, slathered in peanut butter and rolled in birdseed. Sparky loved being able to help and loved making a mess with the baking pan of seed. Yeah, thanks kid. Spunky tried to "help", but really, she just tried to get the seed off the table. Thanks to you too kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually was pretty fun and both kids enjoyed it I think. Now the real fun begins of watching the birds come for the seed. I think they'll enjoy watching the birds while they're eating at the table too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-510425235716053775?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/510425235716053775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-birdfeeder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/510425235716053775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/510425235716053775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-birdfeeder.html' title='Make a birdfeeder?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-348351052983789221</id><published>2010-12-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:37:24.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spunky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raising'/><title type='text'>Find joy today?</title><content type='html'>There's this thing that happens most every day at my house. Sparky and Spunky and I pile on the bed and there's generally some giggling, tickling, playing and it generally dissolves into two little girls climbing all over me. It's also often my favorite time of day. They're bony and uncoordinated and I often feel like I'm being bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's also something magical about their unpretentious joy of being together as the three of us. I love their laughter and giggles and while Hubs doesn't always understand me keeping them up a little bit later, it's totally worth it! They sleep plenty (Lord knows it!) and an extra 10 minutes of being awake each afternoon isn't anything to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter is the best part of every single day and I always try to make sure that we all get those few moment of joy. It really is incredible and I wish everyone who knows them got to experience what I get to experience each day. I'm so lucky to be mom to my special little girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-348351052983789221?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/348351052983789221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/find-joy-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/348351052983789221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/348351052983789221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/12/find-joy-today.html' title='Find joy today?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6559643428608392078</id><published>2010-11-30T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:52:53.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resources'/><title type='text'>Teach my kids to care about others?</title><content type='html'>It's really a work in progress, but something we did today was a big step for Sparky. We got together with about 8 other moms who also have small children. We each brought some things like toothbrushes, toothpaste, socks, hats, single serve fruit cups, and hand warmers. We then set everything out on the tables and put a little bit of it all into gallon sized zip-locs. Now, we each have at least 3 ziplocs to hand to a person on the street corner who can use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the kits was a great opportunity to talk about giving to others and that we are supposed to help people when we can. When we give out the kits, it's another opportunity to talk to Sparky especially about the difference between want and need. Sparky isn't greedy, just learning about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you teach your kids to care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6559643428608392078?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6559643428608392078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/teach-my-kids-to-care-about-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6559643428608392078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6559643428608392078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/teach-my-kids-to-care-about-others.html' title='Teach my kids to care about others?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-8849758272116019918</id><published>2010-11-30T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:29:44.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Make awsome fruit and nut bars?</title><content type='html'>When I was still gainfully employed I used to enjoy store bought Lara bars, about 1 a day. Tasty, relatively nutritious, simple. Sure, why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, because they're not cheap and they have a somewhat weird texture that's pretty "datey".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm not working a paid job and am much more involved in cooking organic and wholesome foods for my family, I decided this was something I could do myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a sample of a coconut cream pie Lara bar at a local grocery store and promptly started searching for a recipe. I didn't find exactly what I was looking for, so I tried making my own. First try was with pecans and cashews. Eh. I can do better. Now, I've done better and I'm sharing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my very simple, very tasty recipe for homemade fruit and nut bars that take all of about 5 minutes to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coconut Lush Fruit and Nut Bars (mine are completely organic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;.25c cashews (Trader Joe's or PCC baking)&lt;/div&gt;.25c almonds (Trader Joe's or PCC baking)&lt;br /&gt;.5c shredded coconut (PCC baking)&lt;br /&gt;.25c deglet dates (PCC bulk)&lt;br /&gt;.25c medjool dates (PCC produce)&lt;br /&gt;2t&amp;nbsp;coconut butter (PCC baking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all the nuts, the coconut and the coconut butter in a food processor. Let 'er rip until the nuts are about half as big as you really want them. Just break them up a bit. I break them up a lot since I'm feeding this to young children. Remove the pits from the medjool dates and then toss the dates in there too! Let it go again until it's mixed to your liking. Again, I let it go until it's all really small and well mixed since I'm feeding it to little kids. It's probably going to look a little dry, but when you pinch it with your fingers, it should stick together. This makes about 1 cup of fruit and nut bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do at this point is to press it into the lid of my butter keeper. It's a rectangle and just deep enough for me to fit a while batch in. Then I stick it all in the fridge for about 30 minutes or until I open the fridge again. Turn it out, slice and stick any leftovers back in the fridge in your favorite food storage device. These would probably last quite awhile since everything is shelf stable, but a batch this size has never lasted more than a few days in my household of 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8849758272116019918?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8849758272116019918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-awsome-fruit-and-nut-bars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8849758272116019918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8849758272116019918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-awsome-fruit-and-nut-bars.html' title='Make awsome fruit and nut bars?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-6214032187806557687</id><published>2010-11-25T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:01:36.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Create a cute holiday card for Shutterfly and get a $25 credit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I'm a pretty regular reader of freebies 4 mom and she had a step by step of how to get a $25 gift certificate to shutterfly. I followed her directions, made a cute card, and voila! I should end up with a credit to order said cute card for the holidays! If you want to do it too, it's pretty easy and the steps are here: &lt;a href="http://freebies4mom.com/2010/11/25/bloggers-get-free-25-gift-certificate-from-shutterfly/"&gt;http://freebies4mom.com/2010/11/25/bloggers-get-free-25-gift-certificate-from-shutterfly/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Sorry I can't make the links cooler. I'm just having issues with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Oh yeah, scroll to the next post to see my cute card!&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-6214032187806557687?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/6214032187806557687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/create-cute-holiday-card-for-shutterfly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6214032187806557687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/6214032187806557687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/create-cute-holiday-card-for-shutterfly.html' title='Create a cute holiday card for Shutterfly and get a $25 credit?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-842527845763363842</id><published>2010-11-25T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:04:01.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/1AYs3DNi0Zst/1AYs3DNi0ZstcW/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1290755003000/0/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; 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It's pretty slick and I've had some awesome samples too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I'm having some serious trouble getting links to embed, but here's the link if you're interested in being a BzzAgent too: &lt;a href="http://www.bzzagent.com/"&gt;http://www.bzzagent.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;So, the toothpaste.&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;It's from Tom's of Maine, which has been my toothpaste brand of choice for years, and is their new line of Wicked Fresh which is supposed to help keep fresh breath for hours. Okay, who doesn't like that right?&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I signed up to be part of the fray, waited impatiently for my toothpaste to arrive and voila! The day that my other tube of ToM ran out, there was a beatiful box on the doorstep! Cool Peppermint to be exact. I'm more of a fruity toothpaste user myself, but what the heck, mint is a little more refreshing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;Open tube, apply a pea sized amount (anybody else think that's funny?), and brush away. Oh goodness that's hot! Not temperature wise, but like.... hot mint. Okay, wiping away tears from heat..... ready to spit. Oh. How to take a breath without it burning? Hmmm. Warm water to rinse. Oh. Not a good idea. Well, gotta rinse somehow. In the words of Tim Gunn.... Make it work! Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict:&lt;br /&gt;Eh, it does the job and my teeth are clean. No complaints that my breath stinks so either I have a very polite family or the toothpaste does what it's supposed to do! Maybe both. Then again, Sparky doesn't have&amp;nbsp;a very good verbal filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in picking up some of the new Toms of Maine Wicked Fresh toothpaste, it's pretty readily available online and in local grocery stores. It was about $3.50 at my local store and online it was a bit more.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-8760778462706695608?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/8760778462706695608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/score-some-awesome-free-toothpaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8760778462706695608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/8760778462706695608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/score-some-awesome-free-toothpaste.html' title='Score some awesome free toothpaste?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4619485054346700306.post-3780654563386160690</id><published>2010-11-23T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:24:00.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to be a blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I started a blog about a year ago, got involved in too many silly carnivals, got burnt out, just quit doing it and eventually, just deleted the whole mess. Most every day right now, I think to myself, how did I...., so, a blog is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I know this first post probably won't be read much. I'm okay with that. Hopefully something that I write somewhere along the way will strike a chord with you!&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4619485054346700306-3780654563386160690?l=howdidi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/feeds/3780654563386160690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3780654563386160690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4619485054346700306/posts/default/3780654563386160690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howdidi.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-i.html' title='Get to be a blogger?'/><author><name>Epiphius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816044052664087243</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNS23PKK1Pc/TbEVXV4h1qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/omUMouEZDb0/s220/tandemibf.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
