<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641</id><updated>2009-12-24T23:46:07.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg's Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-6181500215917271123</id><published>2009-12-16T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:14:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop filming and feed me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSa6CYp0Z7Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSa6CYp0Z7Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-6181500215917271123?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6181500215917271123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=6181500215917271123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6181500215917271123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6181500215917271123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop-filming-and-feed-me.html' title='Stop filming and feed me!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-7044252082599021611</id><published>2009-12-15T18:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:04:01.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real (Mall) Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-r22GrNI/AAAAAAAACWk/jfcN1vtW6zA/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415647475090762962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-r22GrNI/AAAAAAAACWk/jfcN1vtW6zA/s400/Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-jwJEhrI/AAAAAAAACWc/BNQ9GnttML0/s1600-h/SUPERSTITION_20091214_000141+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415647335852312242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-jwJEhrI/AAAAAAAACWc/BNQ9GnttML0/s320/SUPERSTITION_20091214_000141+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-jv-CLBI/AAAAAAAACWU/Bv3SnjPDu1g/s1600-h/SUPERSTITION_20091214_000137+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415647335806020626" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-jv-CLBI/AAAAAAAACWU/Bv3SnjPDu1g/s320/SUPERSTITION_20091214_000137+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had promised the kids a visit to Santa two weeks ago, but then I went into labor. We finally got a chance to go yesterday, and the kids loved seeing the real Santa. Mason can't talk much, but Bree eagerly told Santa what she wants for Christmas: a toy kitty (she originally wanted a real kitty, but I informed her that just wouldn't work out). Riley's not particular about his Christmas gifts. I told Santa all I want is a good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;December 14th, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-7044252082599021611?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7044252082599021611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=7044252082599021611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7044252082599021611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7044252082599021611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-mall-santa.html' title='The Real (Mall) Santa'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Syg-r22GrNI/AAAAAAAACWk/jfcN1vtW6zA/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-3375946983655466364</id><published>2009-12-09T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:43:45.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One week old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SyA1xDhE_sI/AAAAAAAACWM/uoZA2r4V0wE/s1600-h/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413385868973244098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SyA1xDhE_sI/AAAAAAAACWM/uoZA2r4V0wE/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SyA1wiWw3dI/AAAAAAAACWE/CK7I_GOlL7E/s1600-h/IMG_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413385860071611858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SyA1wiWw3dI/AAAAAAAACWE/CK7I_GOlL7E/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little more yellow, a little more alert, a little cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-3375946983655466364?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3375946983655466364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=3375946983655466364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3375946983655466364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3375946983655466364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-week-old.html' title='One week old'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SyA1xDhE_sI/AAAAAAAACWM/uoZA2r4V0wE/s72-c/IMG_3672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-4077801042163631933</id><published>2009-12-04T23:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:01:09.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Helpers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxqfFeUm86I/AAAAAAAACV4/eLQ-WVJPGOg/s1600-h/20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411812818626737058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxqfFeUm86I/AAAAAAAACV4/eLQ-WVJPGOg/s400/20097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_vrNvZu7dk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_vrNvZu7dk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11/29/2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-4077801042163631933?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4077801042163631933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=4077801042163631933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/4077801042163631933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/4077801042163631933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-helpers.html' title='Little Helpers'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxqfFeUm86I/AAAAAAAACV4/eLQ-WVJPGOg/s72-c/20097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-5736155259102696593</id><published>2009-12-04T16:25:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:15:57.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A baby story</title><content type='html'>My third baby's birth comes with a story, unlike the first two which were routine and uneventful. On Tuesday, December 1st I had my 38 week OB appointment scheduled, and our family had planned to all go to the valley together to do some shopping and see Santa at the mall while we were there. But I was awoken at 6:30 with contractions that were 5 minutes apart, so Chad and I left the kids with a sitter and headed to the hospital in Gilbert. We had packed all the bags ahead of time, and consulted my list to make sure we had everything we needed. On the drive there, my contractions slowed down, and by the time I got into triage, they were 10 minutes apart, and I was only dilated to a three. So they sent me away, and told me not to come back until the contractions were 3-5 minutes apart and I was "huffing and puffing." Is it weird that I felt really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;? I felt pretty dumb that I went to the hospital when it wasn't time yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, since my mom was watching the kids, we had the day to ourselves, and I figured that by doing some shopping and errands around town I could get those contractions going again, and the long drive to the valley wouldn't have been wasted. So Chad and I went to breakfast, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, Kohl's, Best Buy, Bed Bath and Beyond, Hobby Lobby, and the mall. We got some Christmas shopping done, Chad bought me some beautiful sapphire and diamond earrings in honor of our soon-to-be son's birthday, and I got some more yarn to crochet some hats that I sold at the Christmas Boutique at Country Kitchen. We ran out of things to do around 4:30, and my contractions, though still going, weren't getting any closer together. So we drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you thing happened once we were at home over an hour later? My contractions sped right up. Literally the minute we pulled into the driveway they sped up to five minutes apart again. I wasn't going to get over-excited this time. So I took a shower, and Chad and I went to the church building so he could play basketball with his buddies as planned, and I walked in the halls to make sure my labor continued progressing. By the time we left the church at 8:00 pm, the contractions were coming less than five minutes apart, and I was huffing and puffing. I was confident that it was time to go, and sure that triage wouldn't send me away this time. Well, as we were driving to the hospital, it quickly became apparent that we should have left earlier. My contractions quickly became long, frequent, and unbearable. My pain level surpassed the point where I had gotten epidurals with Bree and Mason, and I started to worry. I really wanted to make it to the hospital in time for an epidural. Then when we still had 10 minutes of driving ahead of us, I was fighting the urge to push, and I started worrying that we'd make it to the hospital at all. By the time we got the ER entrance, the contractions were so close together I couldn't even walk the 20 feet to get in the front door. The details are hazy, but I vaguely remember yelling in pain as I was quickly wheeled to a labor room, and I almost started crying when the nurse said I was completely dilated and there was no time for an epidural. But by this time I could barely fight the urge to push, and thankfully the doctor was there in a few minutes, and the baby was born a couple contractions later. I have never felt such pain in my life. Having a baby is always messy, but I at least felt like I maintained my dignity when I had the epidural drugs on my side. That was not the case this time. I screamed my head off, and it took all the nurses' coaching and everything I had to keep from freaking out, and focusing enough to push through the pain. I am so grateful that Riley came out quickly and easily, and it was over and I was recovering nicely before I knew it. So, now that I've experienced both, which do I think is better: epidural or natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many pros with going natural:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No scary big needle in my spine, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No catheter, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could walk right away and didn't have to wait for the numbness to wear off, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No nausea/vomiting from the drugs, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No excessive IV fluids to cause extra swelling, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No lower back pain that lingers for weeks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insanely unbearable pain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;In summary, the pros of a natural childbirth easily outnumber the cons. But I'd choose an epidural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hospital stay at Mercy Gilbert was comfortable, and the nurses were very good. Sleep was hard to come by because I don't do well in a bed that isn't my own, let alone one that's lined in plastic. But the on-demand movies were awesome, and we watched a few while I either fed the baby or crocheted. I've been thankful that the recovery pain this time around has been minimal, and I'm feeling really well. And from the moment he was born, Riley has been a champion breastfeeder. Riley was circumcised yesterday, and then we were really ready to come home. My parents brought Bree and Mason to visit and to meet their new baby brother. They were so excited, and Bree was especially smitten. It's still surreal to have a third little baby. I have a family of five now, and I am loving being a mom to such beautiful kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411545643317204082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxmsF0u8FHI/AAAAAAAACVo/bCX2vxkviSc/s400/20095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqG3y0E7JcQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqG3y0E7JcQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-5736155259102696593?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5736155259102696593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=5736155259102696593&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5736155259102696593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5736155259102696593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-story.html' title='A baby story'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxmsF0u8FHI/AAAAAAAACVo/bCX2vxkviSc/s72-c/20095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-2962590160150452924</id><published>2009-12-03T16:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:15:45.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Riley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFsNNZR7I/AAAAAAAACVI/tgOGPMAG9fM/s1600-h/IMG_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411151578048055218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFsNNZR7I/AAAAAAAACVI/tgOGPMAG9fM/s320/IMG_3635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFsmp85AI/AAAAAAAACVQ/HJseMkH5lak/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411151584878715906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFsmp85AI/AAAAAAAACVQ/HJseMkH5lak/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFtqOlOVI/AAAAAAAACVg/skTvm4ZQ4Hc/s1600-h/IMG_3650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411151603017529682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFtqOlOVI/AAAAAAAACVg/skTvm4ZQ4Hc/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFtCUncBI/AAAAAAAACVY/biSuBBcEENs/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411151592305422354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFtCUncBI/AAAAAAAACVY/biSuBBcEENs/s320/IMG_3649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley Gray Wallace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born December 1st, 2009 at 9:41 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 lbs. 2 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 1/2 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-2962590160150452924?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2962590160150452924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=2962590160150452924&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/2962590160150452924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/2962590160150452924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-riley.html' title='Welcome Riley!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SxhFsNNZR7I/AAAAAAAACVI/tgOGPMAG9fM/s72-c/IMG_3635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-963117546551573042</id><published>2009-11-25T22:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:47:10.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go to the movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sw4RGEJwQjI/AAAAAAAACUg/l2rVKIcZBWQ/s1600/112509New%2520Hollis%2520Theatre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408278998410084914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sw4RGEJwQjI/AAAAAAAACUg/l2rVKIcZBWQ/s400/112509New%2520Hollis%2520Theatre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After four years of waiting, my town finally has a movie theater again! The original Globe Theater downtown was built in 1917, but burned down in 2005. Ever since we moved here in April of 2006, we've felt the deep deprivation of not being close to a cinema. Chad and I love watching movies, and although our home DVD collection is quite impressive, there's nothing like watching films on the big screen (not to mention that I crave that movie-theater popcorn). Hollis Cinema 4 (with the restored original marquee) opened last Friday night, and I got in line on Saturday to buy my ticket to see New Moon ($8.50, which is at least a dollar cheaper than in the valley). Unfortunately, it was sold out, so I had to wait until yesterday to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot express my excitement! Yes, I was excited to see the second Twilight film installment, which was much better than the first (a fact I attribute to Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pattison's&lt;/span&gt; absence for half the movie; sorry, but he bugs me). But the anticipation for New Moon's release paled in comparison to the thrill I felt at being able to drive two minutes to the our new theater only 10 blocks from my house. I parked on our main downtown street, took a few steps to the front door, and went inside to find a seat. The inside of the building was clean and new-smelling (not a common phenomenon in this town). The seats were pristine, the floors not sticky, and the arm rests were stiff as I moved them into place. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the movie all by myself, even if the other patrons in Theater #2 were a little more comment-happy than I would have liked. I almost forgot I was in Globe, and when I stepped out onto the dark sidewalk to get in my car, the thrill washed over me again and I couldn't help but grin as I drove the two minutes back home. I love our theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-963117546551573042?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/963117546551573042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=963117546551573042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/963117546551573042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/963117546551573042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-go-to-movies.html' title='Let&apos;s go to the movies!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sw4RGEJwQjI/AAAAAAAACUg/l2rVKIcZBWQ/s72-c/112509New%2520Hollis%2520Theatre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-5480822048866318371</id><published>2009-11-19T09:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:54:48.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarms</title><content type='html'>Yes, I did have a false alarm Tuesday morning. I was awake half the night timing contractions, unable to sleep because they were painful, but perplexed because they weren't increasing in intensity even though they were five minutes apart the whole time! So I got out of bed, grateful that I had started packing my hospital bag that very day. And we had dragged the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; out from under our house and washed the fabric cushions but not the actual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;, which had all kinds of funky mold all over it from not being washed properly before storage. So there I was at 3:00am, spraying the whole thing down with 409. Then I had a little snack, and got back in bed to time contractions some more. They must have stopped/slowed around 5:00, because I fell back asleep, and awoke to the alarm with a quiet uterus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my OB appointment that day, and Chad and I dropped the kids with a sitter so we could spend a fun day in town for our birthdays. Needless to say I was groggy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt; after being up half the night. My doctor said I'm two centimeters dilated, but that could mean anything. I am having intermittent contractions every day, so things could be moving along down there. It's frustrating. I know women go through this all the time, but my last two labors had obvious/abrupt beginnings when there was no question that it was time to go to the hospital (and when the hospital is over an hour away, you REALLY don't want to drive all the way there only to be sent home again!). Anyway, we're prepared for anything, but we'd really prefer the baby to wait at least another week. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Preferably&lt;/span&gt; until after Thanksgiving. But saying that will probably jinx us and guarantee that he'll come tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, we still haven't decided on a name. I'm pretty stressed about it. We might be deciding in the hospital after we meet him. Our list includes: Riley, Preston, Grady, Ryder, and Grander. But we're open to anything if something else strikes us. We want something more unique than the top 20, but nothing super-weird. Why does naming a kid have to be so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-5480822048866318371?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5480822048866318371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=5480822048866318371&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5480822048866318371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5480822048866318371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/false-alarms.html' title='False Alarms'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-3733440568529179832</id><published>2009-11-16T20:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:41:22.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's alive!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm almost 100% better. I had a nasty cold that knocked me out for a good week and a half. I'm just glad it wasn't the swine flu. But I'm finally feeling up to doing stuff again. Of course, the fact that I'm 36 weeks pregnant hinders my energy and mobility. I don't remember being this uncomfortable with Bree or Mason. I just feel huge. By the end of the day the skin on my belly aches constantly from the strain of supporting this baby when I'm in the vertical position. (I've almost gotten to the point where I'm ready to go into labor, except my parents are in London, so we'd have to make other arrangements for the kids, and I wouldn't want Chad, me, and the new baby to all have birthdays in the same week. So I guess I'll wait another week or two.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have re-entered the land of the living: hosting preschool, attending voice lessons, and trying a couple new dinner recipes. And tomorrow Chad and I are spending the day in town without the kids to celebrate our birthdays this week (and go to my weekly OB appointment). We're going to do some shopping with the birthday money from our parents, and see the new Christmas Carol movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of movies...the Cinema here in Globe is opening this Friday!!! I am super-excited to have a theater that doesn't take over an hour to get to--this one's so close I could walk there! (Not that I would; see paragraph one.) Chad said I could go see New Moon on Saturday for my birthday. So now I get to treat myself to a solo-movie viewing (love going to the theater by myself!), AND my first-ever professional massage this Friday. It's a great year to be turning 28.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-3733440568529179832?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3733440568529179832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=3733440568529179832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3733440568529179832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3733440568529179832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/shes-alive.html' title='She&apos;s alive!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-1230375074093225954</id><published>2009-11-05T18:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:38:31.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Cook's Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvN6H-Z9YGI/AAAAAAAACUY/62ifBx9L2YY/s1600-h/Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400794655576907874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvN6H-Z9YGI/AAAAAAAACUY/62ifBx9L2YY/s400/Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've gotten hooked on my new magazine subscription to &lt;a href="http://www.cookscountry.com/default.asp"&gt;Cook's Country &lt;/a&gt;(from America's Test Kitchen). I've heard great things about it from different people, and have had a chance to try several recipes. Chad's very supportive, and although he doesn't like everything I make, he will always give me his honest opinion. And if the meal doesn't turn out perfectly he'll say, "I'm just grateful that you cook for me. I'd rather have you try new things and have them be a little different, than have you not cook at all." So, what have we tried? In order as shown above: Southern-Style Skillet Cornbread (&lt;u&gt;loved&lt;/u&gt; the texture and full cornmeal flavor, but unlike Southerners, I like my cornbread to have SOME sugar in it!), Tangy Apple-Cabbage Slaw (sweet, tangy, spicy, and no mayo), Texas Chili Con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carne&lt;/span&gt; (I actually added beans to this no-bean chili; amazing flavor), Cider-Braised Pork Chops (I loved this one; great apple flavor, and perfect texture: tender without being too soft), Creole Fried Chicken (reduced the spices by half for the kids and regretted it; fried chicken was a first for me--splattered oil everywhere!), Crispy Parmesan-Pepper Pork Cutlets (really yummy, and the kids gobbled these up, pepper and all!).&lt;br /&gt;It's been really fun trying one or two new recipes a week. I think the best thing about this magazine is that (aside from being ad-free, and featuring"normal" food with accessible ingredients) it teaches you the reasoning behind the recipes' steps/ingredients. And I'm learning a lot about technique, and the purpose of different ingredients, plus there are a lot of neat product reviews in there too (I just stocked up on 99-cent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ghirardelli&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Syrup Brownie Mixes because they got the best rating...you know, if you don't want to make brownies from scratch).&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to trying a couple new twists on our Thanksgiving dinner. And maybe I'll have to try that Hot Fudge Pudding Cake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-1230375074093225954?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1230375074093225954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=1230375074093225954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/1230375074093225954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/1230375074093225954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/loving-cooks-country.html' title='Loving Cook&apos;s Country'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvN6H-Z9YGI/AAAAAAAACUY/62ifBx9L2YY/s72-c/Food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-8962700200407676704</id><published>2009-11-04T19:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:58:56.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another baby shower cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI-04Gf9JI/AAAAAAAACTI/151FlzODfDI/s1600-h/20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400447981304411282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI-04Gf9JI/AAAAAAAACTI/151FlzODfDI/s400/20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think I need to charge more...November 3, 2009&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-8962700200407676704?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8962700200407676704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=8962700200407676704&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/8962700200407676704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/8962700200407676704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-baby-shower-cake.html' title='Another baby shower cake'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI-04Gf9JI/AAAAAAAACTI/151FlzODfDI/s72-c/20094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-3539344003508171920</id><published>2009-11-04T19:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:52:33.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9KxyoPII/AAAAAAAACS4/pGtblc-XZuE/s1600-h/IMG_3577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400446158544321666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9KxyoPII/AAAAAAAACS4/pGtblc-XZuE/s400/IMG_3577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're a little late starting. It is November after all. But most of Bree's little friends are in organized preschool at the local schools, so I didn't have any mom's to organize trade-off preschool with. Until Calan tested too advanced for his city's free preschool. Yay for being too smart! So now Bree has a preschool buddy, and Amy and I are taking turns teaching the kids on Mondays and Wednesdays for 2 hours. This Monday was our first day, when we learned about cows, A, 1, and squares. We read books about cows, colored pages of A and 1, cut squares out of play dough, and made pictures of cows by pasting white and black squares onto paper.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI6j9QRLXI/AAAAAAAACSc/MUhzNe4wJqQ/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9wsNYuxI/AAAAAAAACTA/1alqAOhRoPE/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400446809880967954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9wsNYuxI/AAAAAAAACTA/1alqAOhRoPE/s400/IMG_3573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9Kv_2rAI/AAAAAAAACSw/x1VatQdc4sc/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was impressed by these 3-year-olds' attention spans. They're both still hesitant when it comes to coloring and attempting to trace and write, but that will come with time as their confidence grows. And I'm having fun too! Now when people ask if Bree is in preschool, we can say yes. Bree really does get excited about learning, and loves playing with Calan, so it's a win-win. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-3539344003508171920?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3539344003508171920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=3539344003508171920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3539344003508171920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3539344003508171920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SvI9KxyoPII/AAAAAAAACS4/pGtblc-XZuE/s72-c/IMG_3577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-7780280448999686471</id><published>2009-11-01T15:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:26:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd you get their costumes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Su4Kh0jAPnI/AAAAAAAACSQ/9K1Dr7QgV4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399264579421224562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Su4Kh0jAPnI/AAAAAAAACSQ/9K1Dr7QgV4Q/s400/IMG_3557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Su4KhRxlLvI/AAAAAAAACSI/YLAkLmeDOy4/s1600-h/IMG_3554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399264570087124722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Su4KhRxlLvI/AAAAAAAACSI/YLAkLmeDOy4/s400/IMG_3554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Bree wanted to be a "pretty witch" for Halloween, so I figured I would make her costume so it would be exactly what she wanted, with the added bonus of it being sturdy enough to last. So I'm at the fabric store, looking at the costume material, which is all on sale, and I'm thinking I'm going to be a smart frugal mom doing the homemade costume thing. Oh no. I had to pick the most expensive material they had, and didn't realize how the yardage would add up until at the checkout. Oh well. I was really proud of how beautiful it turned out. And holy cow, was that hat difficult to make! On the up side, Mason's costume only cost me about $5, since my mom made the wig out of some craft fur, and I got the old clothes at Salvation Army for less than $1. So everyone loved Bree's beautiful dress, and when they asked me where I got it, I got to smile modestly and say, "I made it." (And hopefully she'll want to wear it again next year; I made it big enough on purpose!) But I have to say, that Mason got the majority of the smiles and laughs and "He is so cute," and "Did you see the little Frankenstein?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-edf6251a36c44670" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpBqpXolkzSEHYzN6llHGDRaEpsc5Hp9J7ToWjhsdgsorE4952b5oTlNHXf2IyN4WoRGvTRKTDt9LY8iNOj0TyaTVMo5vbB7i91Yh5KLj1qnOWNWV35JsPX2yKkXtHOWC0oNxbuVaPu7OZ5EWg_km2rjycYiu8accB67WwTtIMXRxvPhiYukBSRTNGdvT0V52cA6JNspzLKx-Xa_6nOZXMa%26sigh%3Du64l5yv5dkIglZrGPKQM1BEIbFE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf6251a36c44670%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DE2aEk0R9oZckX4LBaswX6aFBEcg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKpBqpXolkzSEHYzN6llHGDRaEpsc5Hp9J7ToWjhsdgsorE4952b5oTlNHXf2IyN4WoRGvTRKTDt9LY8iNOj0TyaTVMo5vbB7i91Yh5KLj1qnOWNWV35JsPX2yKkXtHOWC0oNxbuVaPu7OZ5EWg_km2rjycYiu8accB67WwTtIMXRxvPhiYukBSRTNGdvT0V52cA6JNspzLKx-Xa_6nOZXMa%26sigh%3Du64l5yv5dkIglZrGPKQM1BEIbFE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dedf6251a36c44670%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DE2aEk0R9oZckX4LBaswX6aFBEcg&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-7780280448999686471?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7780280448999686471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=7780280448999686471&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7780280448999686471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7780280448999686471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/whered-you-get-their-costumes.html' title='Where&apos;d you get their costumes?'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Su4Kh0jAPnI/AAAAAAAACSQ/9K1Dr7QgV4Q/s72-c/IMG_3557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-7702681264061561607</id><published>2009-10-28T22:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:06:31.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the tradition alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukwnk6VJdI/AAAAAAAACR0/A4Bo_a64kqA/s1600-h/20092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397899084861613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukwnk6VJdI/AAAAAAAACR0/A4Bo_a64kqA/s400/20092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; October 26th, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-7702681264061561607?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7702681264061561607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=7702681264061561607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7702681264061561607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7702681264061561607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-tradition-alive.html' title='Keeping the tradition alive'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukwnk6VJdI/AAAAAAAACR0/A4Bo_a64kqA/s72-c/20092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-1011849589401052047</id><published>2009-10-28T22:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:48:59.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers for Story Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukr6VRgynI/AAAAAAAACRM/KJOgcROPLmc/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397893909523253874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukr6VRgynI/AAAAAAAACRM/KJOgcROPLmc/s400/2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've started taking Bree to the preschool story time at the library every Wednesday, and she loves it. Today they had a Halloween party where everyone brought treats to share. Bree and I decided to make chocolate suckers with one of those Wilton candy mold kits. Bree really got into squeezing different colors of candy into the molds. And even though she was excited to share with her story time friends, she was very clear that one of the witch suckers was for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-1011849589401052047?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1011849589401052047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=1011849589401052047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/1011849589401052047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/1011849589401052047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/suckers-for-story-time.html' title='Suckers for Story Time'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/Sukr6VRgynI/AAAAAAAACRM/KJOgcROPLmc/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-870290186921579780</id><published>2009-10-28T22:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:43:13.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Homemade" Honey Buns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SukpNG3wWwI/AAAAAAAACRE/MrqdzdDt71M/s1600-h/IMG_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397890933539756802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SukpNG3wWwI/AAAAAAAACRE/MrqdzdDt71M/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm a big fan of donuts. I'm also a big fan of cinnamon rolls. When I saw a certain episode of "Unwrapped" (those evil food shows!) that unveiled the technique for making those honey buns that come prepackaged, I had a brilliant idea: just make up some cinnamon rolls, then instead of baking them, deep fry them! Genius! So okay, I took a major shortcut, and used Pillsbury cinnamon roll dough to test my idea. But I'm telling you, you have to try this if you want the best of both the donut and cinnamon roll worlds. Just heat the oil to 350-375 (if you don't have a thermometer, you'll have to do a test roll). Flatten the rolls so they'll cook all the way through. Getting the oil the right temp is the trickiest part: too hot and the outside is finished before the inside. Not hot enough and the roll will absorb too much oil. It's best to use a deep fat fryer. Oh, and be sure to mix up some extra frosting so you can coat the rolls on all sides. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-870290186921579780?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/870290186921579780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=870290186921579780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/870290186921579780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/870290186921579780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/homemade-honey-buns.html' title='&quot;Homemade&quot; Honey Buns'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SukpNG3wWwI/AAAAAAAACRE/MrqdzdDt71M/s72-c/IMG_3536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-6930346129489377063</id><published>2009-10-23T20:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:11:14.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chad's Kitchen Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SuJ9F9_JU6I/AAAAAAAACQw/GoRBr88LN6U/s1600-h/Chad%27s+Cookies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396012845035508642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SuJ9F9_JU6I/AAAAAAAACQw/GoRBr88LN6U/s400/Chad%27s+Cookies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SuJ8zx3ISUI/AAAAAAAACQo/EiOIEUwXAAc/s1600-h/Chad%27s+Cookies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396012532543015234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SuJ8zx3ISUI/AAAAAAAACQo/EiOIEUwXAAc/s200/Chad%27s+Cookies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were first married, Chad's skills in the kitchen matched, and often exceeded, my own. I wasn't good for much more than heating up a store-bought frozen meal, or perhaps boiling pasta when we were in the mood for something "home-made." We lived on frozen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chimichangas&lt;/span&gt;, hot pockets, and corn dogs. Then we got the George Foreman indoor grill, and we added hamburgers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I've always loved baking, and as limited as my skills were, I could usually outbake Chad. But not when it came to Tollhouse chocolate chip cookies. The trick to this recipe has eluded me, but not Chad. He has mastered the art of chocolate chip cookie baking, and he will often whip up a batch when we're in the mood for something sweet, when we want to take treats to friends, or when I need cheering up. He pretends to be embarrassed that word of his skills are getting around; he says the other husbands will hate him for raising their wives' expectations. I say, they could take a little lesson from Chad here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-6930346129489377063?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6930346129489377063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=6930346129489377063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6930346129489377063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6930346129489377063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/chads-kitchen-skills.html' title='Chad&apos;s Kitchen Skills'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SuJ9F9_JU6I/AAAAAAAACQw/GoRBr88LN6U/s72-c/Chad%27s+Cookies+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-4759290079830085154</id><published>2009-10-19T19:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:20:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mackenzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/St0mljSt6MI/AAAAAAAACP8/KS3Dnr-D578/s1600-h/20099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394510355230484674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/St0mljSt6MI/AAAAAAAACP8/KS3Dnr-D578/s400/20099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my friends from growing up in Auburn, WA. Now we all live in different places, and are at different stages in our lives. But I'm so glad we keep in touch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;--thank goodness for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and blogging! I loved visiting with Mackenzie this summer. She gets more beautiful every time I see her, and I admire her zeal for life and her success in her career and schooling. It was fun to introduce her to Bree, and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;. It's so wrong that the last time we saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, Bree was a tiny thing in my belly. Our visit was short, but it was awesome to be near my beloved friend again. It better not be three years until our next meeting! 8/15/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-4759290079830085154?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4759290079830085154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=4759290079830085154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/4759290079830085154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/4759290079830085154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/mackenzie.html' title='Mackenzie'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/St0mljSt6MI/AAAAAAAACP8/KS3Dnr-D578/s72-c/20099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-3438225596338710361</id><published>2009-10-16T11:51:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:43:28.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation (for real)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLApJZfI/AAAAAAAACJI/BC-tHUsVKT4/s1600-h/20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393274048183100914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLApJZfI/AAAAAAAACJI/BC-tHUsVKT4/s400/20095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First stop, Willcox! I wanted to see what Rex Allen Days was all about (he was a singer/rodeo cowboy who became famous, and the town has dedicated a weekend to him every year to celebrate all things cowboy). So we started out at the little carnival, and had a ridiculously overpriced lunch. But, on the up side, Bree got to ride her first ever "boat merry-go-round," and had her first taste of cotton candy. Both were a big hit. But, we were too tired and cranky to see any more Rex Allen sights, so we got on the road again to make it to our Tombstone campground (a stop for ice cream lifted our spirits too!). October 3rd, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjDgxdwSsI/AAAAAAAACJY/TmMu_O2Ucss/s1600-h/IMG_2888.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLApJZfI/AAAAAAAACJI/BC-tHUsVKT4/s1600-h/20095.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLyRyGzI/AAAAAAAACJQ/DbNovPcg4t8/s1600-h/20096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393274061506878258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLyRyGzI/AAAAAAAACJQ/DbNovPcg4t8/s400/20096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent day two of our trip at Tombstone. I loved the old cowboy town feel, and all the cute buildings. We did some window shopping, watched a silly gun show, toured the oldest original building (The Birdcage Theater), and ate a delicious lunch. The kids loved the petting zoo, especially Mason. And we had a gigantic banana split at an old-fashioned ice cream parlor. We visited the Boothill Graveyard at sunset, which was pretty neat; it was especially fun trying to keep Mason from climbing on the rock-covered graves. 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We toured the beautiful visitors center, and learned about cave formations and the story of the men who discovered the caverns. The caves are so well preserved, thanks to those men and the Kartchner family, and the formations are amazing. The kids were even in awe, and could sense the quiet reverence in the caverns. They are an ancient testiment to the miracle of God's creative powers. October 5th, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved sharing this vacation with the Lea family, and hope this is the beginning of a tradition of Lea/Wallace family vacations. And the trailer was a big success! We had reasonably comfy beds to sleep in, electricity and running water (cold running water, but still). We ate delicious food, and spent hours chatting and playing games. Thank goodness the trailer has the space it does, because when Mason and Bree got rowdy, it was nice to have a back room to shut them in! Little Zackary was a good sport despite the poking, prodding and squealing from my kids! They just couldn't resist such an adorable baby. I'm thankful for the memories we made together. Next time, Grand Canyon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-3438225596338710361?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3438225596338710361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=3438225596338710361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3438225596338710361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3438225596338710361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-vacation-for-real.html' title='Our Vacation (for real)'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/StjCLApJZfI/AAAAAAAACJI/BC-tHUsVKT4/s72-c/20095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-7214845676379319882</id><published>2009-10-11T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:06:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Vacation</title><content type='html'>I've been busy with other stuff this week, and I haven't had a chance to post on our awesome vacation last weekend with the Leas. So, I'm just doing something lame in the meantime, and I'm posting links to Jaime's summaries of &lt;a href="http://famleafour.blogspot.com/2009/10/small-town-willcox.html"&gt;Willcox&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://famleafour.blogspot.com/2009/10/town-too-tough-to-die.html"&gt;Tombstone&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://famleafour.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-simple-drops-of-water.html"&gt;Kartchner Caverns &lt;/a&gt;(she's a great blogger, and there are some cute photos). I know she has more photos of our family on her camera, and I'll have to check mine too, so hopefully I'll have another post in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been back we've enjoyed Story Time at the library for Bree, &lt;a href="http://cookiewednesday.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-chocolate-macadamia-nut-cookies.html"&gt;Cookie Day &lt;/a&gt;at my house (no one came, which was a wierd bummer, but I'm sure they all had great excuses!:), sewing Bree a play dress as practice for making her Halloween costume, buying seeds for my winter vegetable garden (to be planted tomorrow), fall cleaning, and a great Mary Kay party last night (it's been like a year since my last one!). It's been fun keeping busy, and I'm working on getting together some friends and a preschool curriculum for Bree, so we'll se how that pans out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-7214845676379319882?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7214845676379319882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=7214845676379319882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7214845676379319882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7214845676379319882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-vacation.html' title='Our Vacation'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-6211714222939046285</id><published>2009-10-01T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:47:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ready!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we're picking up our friends from the airport, and Saturday morning we're heading out with our remodeled trailer in tow! Please note the beautifully reupholstered seats, new flooring, and new blinds. Miraculously, everything is working, and it's ready to go for our maiden campout! (Okay, so the old ugly wallpaper still adorns the kitchen and bathroom, but I'll save that project for another time.) I am so excited to see our friends, to visit some great Arizona sites, and to experience something new with the kids, who are super excited too. Now let's just pray that we don't break down in our new used Suburban, that the A/C in the trailer doesn't break, that it doesn't rain all weekend, etc. etc. But, come what may, it'll be a blast just spending time with Rob, Jaime, and baby Zackary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsVaO1hYXvI/AAAAAAAACG8/TAWkN--L1nk/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387811740150423282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsVaO1hYXvI/AAAAAAAACG8/TAWkN--L1nk/s320/IMG_3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsVaOFa9MQI/AAAAAAAACG0/-8zcqWWLI1g/s1600-h/IMG_3467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387811727238574338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsVaOFa9MQI/AAAAAAAACG0/-8zcqWWLI1g/s320/IMG_3467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-6211714222939046285?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6211714222939046285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=6211714222939046285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6211714222939046285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/6211714222939046285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-ready.html' title='It&apos;s ready!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsVaO1hYXvI/AAAAAAAACG8/TAWkN--L1nk/s72-c/IMG_3470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-7866752578971608796</id><published>2009-10-01T15:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:32:28.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Fondant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsUsiBrbI5I/AAAAAAAACGs/Kq7XGTjgLY8/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387761492296410002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsUsiBrbI5I/AAAAAAAACGs/Kq7XGTjgLY8/s400/IMG_3463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday night I help put on a baby shower for a woman in our ward who is having twins after a long trial with infertility. I wanted to make a special cake to go with our theme "Two Peas in a Pod." I love the look of cakes decorated with fondant, but I don't usually like the taste. So, with the help of You Tube, and some tips I got from web recipes, I made an adorable cake with fondant decorations. It did take a while, but was so worth the effort. And best of all, it actually tasted delicious. I'm not one to make cakes from scratch, so I just bumped up the cake mix with pudding mix and an extra egg. And you can't go wrong with buttercream frosting! The shower was a big success with a great turnout. Congrats Michelle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-7866752578971608796?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7866752578971608796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=7866752578971608796&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7866752578971608796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/7866752578971608796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fantastic-fondant.html' title='Fantastic Fondant!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fnPNwxWDKbI/SsUsiBrbI5I/AAAAAAAACGs/Kq7XGTjgLY8/s72-c/IMG_3463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-5277998720362814711</id><published>2009-09-27T20:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:41:15.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion's Head</title><content type='html'>I've been on an Asian-craving kick lately, so yesterday I made a new Chinese recipe that Joanna introduced to me. I put my own spin on it after looking at a couple of versions online, and it's super easy. I think it turned out DELICIOUS, and love that I have recipe to actually use cabbage in. It's called Lion's Head because the meatball "heads" are surrounded by a "mane" of cabbage. The measurements aren't really exact; you just have to sprinkle the seasonings in to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meatballs&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 pound mild pork sausage (or use lean ground beef or turkey if you want to go healthy, but you might want to bump up the seasonings)&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup bread crumbs (these are probably optional, but nice if you've got them on hand)&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;onion powder&lt;br /&gt;ginger powder&lt;br /&gt;*Combine ingredients in a bowl, then form meatballs (I use a medium cookie scoop) and place on greased cookie sheet. Bake at 350 for 15-20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile, steam&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups white rice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 to 1 head of cabbage (you could also use bok choy, which is more authentic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sauce&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1 can chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/8 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;onion powder&lt;br /&gt;garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;ginger powder&lt;br /&gt;*Bring to a boil in medium pot until slightly thickened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When meatballs, sauce, rice, and cabbage are done, combine the meatballs and sauce in the pot. Put a bed of rice on your plate, pile on a "mane" of cabbage, and spoon the meatballs and sauce over top. Recipe serves 4. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-5277998720362814711?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5277998720362814711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=5277998720362814711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5277998720362814711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/5277998720362814711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/lions-head.html' title='Lion&apos;s Head'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-3500333900191763874</id><published>2009-09-20T15:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:47:19.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to sing!</title><content type='html'>Today Amy and I did our musical number in church. It's such a beautiful version on the song, and it was wonderful to have Amy on the cello (we don't get to hear stringed instruments very often around here). If you want to hear our song, "I Need Thee Every Hour," click &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/util/streamm3u.m3u?id=4208033&amp;amp;q=hi"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the recording from &lt;a href="http://www.defordmusic.com/"&gt;Sally DeFord's &lt;/a&gt;website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-3500333900191763874?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3500333900191763874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=3500333900191763874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3500333900191763874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/3500333900191763874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/httpwww.html' title='I love to sing!'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4160393569115723641.post-769813390830480851</id><published>2009-09-19T17:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:17:33.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping busy</title><content type='html'>My life seems to go in busy/lazy stages. Up until about a month ago, I was in a lazy stage, to the point where a week would go by and I'd have nothing to show for it except a house that had not become a complete disaster. The kids and I would stay home, we'd watch movies or read, and I'd lay on the couch until Chad came home for dinner, sometimes bringing the takeout home with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've recently gotten my act in gear. We've been working on the camping trailer; having a camping trip date as a goal really keeps us motivated. I've been trying to be more social, getting Cookie Day going again and trying to get the kids together with their friends to play every once in a while. I've been better at washing dishes and actually cooking meals, and I've been especially good at keeping us supplied with fresh baked goodies (I've already gained 30 "pregnancy" pounds!). I'm really enjoying my calling as Sunbeam/CTR 5 teacher, even though it's a challenge. And, after talking and wishing for years, I finally started voice lessons again yesterday! Globe has been without a decent voice teacher until now, so I'm taking advantage right now while I can, and I'm loving it. Tomorrow I'm singing a beautiful version of "I Need Thee Every Hour" with my friend Amy playing the cello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obligato&lt;/span&gt;. I'm also busy helping plan this month's ward social (a talent show) and a baby shower for a sister in our ward (I'm making the cake, and I'll be trying my hand at fondant pea pods).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect that in about another month I'll get hugely pregnant, and will go through another lazy phase. So for now, I'm getting as much done while I still feel like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4160393569115723641-769813390830480851?l=megsweetazlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/feeds/769813390830480851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4160393569115723641&amp;postID=769813390830480851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/769813390830480851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4160393569115723641/posts/default/769813390830480851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megsweetazlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/keeping-busy.html' title='Keeping busy'/><author><name>megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07169837727013742087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18108701095109095736'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>