<?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-2123935511713017050</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:48:40.478-05:00</updated><category term='October 27'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Addison. Video'/><category term='2007'/><category term='Addison'/><category term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Good Day Sun Shine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4250519343093037029</id><published>2012-02-15T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:48:05.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battery Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>We have four different battery powered&amp;nbsp;thermometers (each one is used for a different area of the body) and this week the batteries of all four of them went dead. &amp;nbsp;All of them had the original battery (the one that came with it when we purchased them). &amp;nbsp;Now this may not seem strange until you consider the different ages of each of these thermometers. &amp;nbsp;The first one we bought over 6 years ago. &amp;nbsp;The next one we bought right before Addison was born, so a little over 4 years ago. &amp;nbsp;The next one we bought after Hunter was born, so about 2 years ago. &amp;nbsp;And the last one we just bought a few months ago, before Ella was born. &amp;nbsp;So these thermometers have years of difference in when they were purchased, but yet, they all died THIS WEEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4250519343093037029?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4250519343093037029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4250519343093037029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4250519343093037029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4250519343093037029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2012/02/battery-conspiracy.html' title='Battery Conspiracy'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3737028344275068264</id><published>2012-01-16T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:05:03.735-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say WHAT !?!?</title><content type='html'>Recent quotes from Addison:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - Why does Grandmother (meaning great grandmother) have so many wrinkles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - Well, as we get older and our skin ages, we get wrinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - I want to have LOTS of wrinkles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I had recorded that, so I could play it back to her when she is 30 and worrying about wrinkles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison and Hunter were running around playing tag. &amp;nbsp;Addison stops, looking like she is exhausted. &amp;nbsp;She says, "That is hard work, I want to do something easier. (short pause). &amp;nbsp;I know, I will doing jumping jacks instead." &amp;nbsp;Then she starts doing numerous jumping jacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I thought jumping jacks were easy. &amp;nbsp;I just wish I had a little of the energy she has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3737028344275068264?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3737028344275068264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3737028344275068264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3737028344275068264'/><link rel='self' 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font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. &amp;nbsp;What’s hard is figuring out what you are willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;“- Shauna Niequist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-622370213988632743?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/622370213988632743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=622370213988632743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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habit of watching cartoons in the morning, while I fed Ella. &amp;nbsp;Then the other day I fed Ella while the kids ate breakfast, so once we were all done, I decided that instead of watching cartoons we would just get a jump start on our day. &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;tantrums&amp;nbsp;that followed were jaw dropping. &amp;nbsp;You would have thought I had told them that they were never going to eat again or see the Sun again or something&amp;nbsp;outrageous&amp;nbsp;like that. &amp;nbsp;Something that used to be a fun treat, has turned into an expectation and has made my children "spoiled" when it comes to cartoons. &amp;nbsp;So last week we started "weening" ourselves from this habit. &amp;nbsp;And it is a "weening" process for me as well. &amp;nbsp;I also was used to having that time in the morning to get little things done, while the kids were absorbed in their cartoon. &amp;nbsp;I think the "weening" process is almost over. &amp;nbsp;This morning there was no more whining, asking to watch cartoons. &amp;nbsp;They asked once and I said no and then they started playing together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3550743649898679600?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3550743649898679600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3550743649898679600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3550743649898679600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3550743649898679600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2011/12/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3617563881072105857</id><published>2011-12-18T15:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:15:40.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Babies!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmri28XENl0/Tu5JieJqgdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/h6MAWTgHOCU/s1600/P1040992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3617563881072105857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3617563881072105857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3617563881072105857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-babies.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmri28XENl0/Tu5JieJqgdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/h6MAWTgHOCU/s72-c/P1040992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-948187511262567161</id><published>2011-12-08T16:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:40:24.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Blog World. &amp;nbsp;It has been a long time. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know. &amp;nbsp;I am a horrible blogger. &amp;nbsp;But I am going to attempt to become a better blogger. &amp;nbsp;So to start off my new attempt at blogging, here is a story of what happen to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a common story in our house. &amp;nbsp;Events like this usually happen daily and I am learning to just laugh and move on. &amp;nbsp;This is what happen this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were playing outside and I had just finished feeding Ella. &amp;nbsp;Ella had spit up on herself, so I was getting ready to change her outfit. &amp;nbsp;As I take off her outfit I discover that she has pooped all over herself, all up her back, almost to her neck. &amp;nbsp;At this point, because I hadn't realized she had pooped while I was taking off her outfit, the poop is now all over the changing pad, Ella's legs and my hands. &amp;nbsp;Then I hear Addison coming to the door crying. &amp;nbsp;As the door opens up, there stands Addison covered from head to foot in potting soil. &amp;nbsp;Apparently Hunter poured what was left in the potting soil bag on Addison's head. &amp;nbsp;I successfully stop Addison from coming into the house (and making a big mess in the house). &amp;nbsp;Ella is now crying, probably because she is cold and still covered in poop. &amp;nbsp;Then Hunter walks up to the door and states that he has to poop. &amp;nbsp;This typically means that I have a few seconds to get him to the potty or else he poops in his pull-up. &amp;nbsp;So I have to decide what to handle first, messy Addison, poopy Ella, or soon to be poopy Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you were a fly on the wall at our house?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-948187511262567161?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/948187511262567161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=948187511262567161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/948187511262567161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/948187511262567161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-blog-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-172830906793097141</id><published>2011-04-18T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:58:52.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;It's a girl!  Due Date is September 16th.&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/2123935511713017050-172830906793097141?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/172830906793097141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=172830906793097141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/172830906793097141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/172830906793097141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-girl-due-date-is-september-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3710012252733985911</id><published>2010-12-01T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:05:13.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard in my house today . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Addison: Boys pee standing, but I pee sitting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison: I don't act like a boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: How do boys act?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison: Like animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3710012252733985911?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3710012252733985911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3710012252733985911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3710012252733985911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3710012252733985911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/12/heard-in-my-house-today.html' title='Heard in my house today . . .'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8755041005414228081</id><published>2010-09-14T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:50:02.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>Addison is teaching me patience.  There are so many little things in our daily routine that it would be easier and faster if I did them, but I know it is important to let Addison do these things.  Such as brushing her teeth, getting dressed and putting her shoes on.  I have to plan ahead to make sure there is time for Addison to do these tasks.  So when we are getting ready to go somewhere, I have to start getting the kids ready 10 minutes earlier, so that Addison will have plenty of time to put her shoes on by herself.  I am so used to doing everything that I have to remind myself throughout the day to let Addison do things.  She is capable of doing so many things, if I will just let her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8755041005414228081?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8755041005414228081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8755041005414228081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8755041005414228081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8755041005414228081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/09/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4941761451331383987</id><published>2010-07-01T14:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:37:57.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Finally, a cool day to play outside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzga_xTFJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/23T9hApUnkk/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzga_xTFJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/23T9hApUnkk/s400/004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489008800257217682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzgalWilaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7kSXZetOz2w/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzgalWilaI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7kSXZetOz2w/s400/007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489008793165665698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzgaP2S9EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Hx_b-Y-JSFk/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzgaP2S9EI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Hx_b-Y-JSFk/s400/009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489008787393279042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4941761451331383987?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4941761451331383987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4941761451331383987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4941761451331383987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4941761451331383987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-cool-day-to-play-outside.html' title='Finally, a cool day to play outside.'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzga_xTFJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/23T9hApUnkk/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3406588610377186107</id><published>2010-07-01T14:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:34:14.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Cute Pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzfeE5PZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/UkalDR2lVgo/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzfeE5PZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/UkalDR2lVgo/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007753660688370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzfd5X2TDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/61p4xgRO1V4/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzfd5X2TDI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/61p4xgRO1V4/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007750567840818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-3406588610377186107?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3406588610377186107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3406588610377186107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3406588610377186107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3406588610377186107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-pics.html' title='Cute Pics.'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCzfeE5PZ_I/AAAAAAAAAWY/UkalDR2lVgo/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3036065763761111209</id><published>2010-06-30T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:39:49.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh, Coffee</title><content type='html'>Today, for the first time in over two months, I sat down and enjoyed an afternoon cup of coffee.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little over two months ago I gave up drinking coffee.  Not willingly of course.  It happened during a six day stomach virus were the withdrawal symptoms of quiting caffeine cold turkey were nothing compared to debilitating symptoms of losing everything that I attempted to eat and being curled up in a ball from the pains of stomach cramps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I recovered from my stomach virus my pod coffee maker stopped working.  Despite a cabinet full of coffee pods, I decided I would just forgo coffee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My efforts were rewarded when I started losing weight and the only thing I had changed about my routine was the fact that I was no longer drinking coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then life hit me.  Sleepless nights, kids waking up at night, going to bed later than I should, having to get up earlier than I want to, stress, etc.   So today I gave in and had a wonderful afternoon cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The really funny part is how I made the coffee, because I no longer have a coffee pod maker.  I have this thing that I think you are supposed to use to drain cans of food (because it fits right over a can and it has holes in it like a strainer).  I heated up water in the microwave, put this can strainer (I guess that is what you would call it) over my coffee cup, put a pod in the strainer and then poured the water on the pod.  Then I let the pod soak in the coffee cup a few minutes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt; la, I had a wonderful cup of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3036065763761111209?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3036065763761111209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3036065763761111209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3036065763761111209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3036065763761111209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/06/ahhhh-coffee.html' title='Ahhhh, Coffee'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8377270050593349297</id><published>2010-06-30T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:17:29.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>What a Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCuXufdBqeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_ro12o_B8Vg/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCuXufdBqeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_ro12o_B8Vg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488647395854100962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when you start cooking carrots at 11:00 in the morning and then forget about them until 2:00pm.  I guess we are not having carrots with dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-8377270050593349297?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8377270050593349297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8377270050593349297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8377270050593349297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8377270050593349297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-mess.html' title='What a Mess'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/TCuXufdBqeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_ro12o_B8Vg/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7640076473102597580</id><published>2010-05-29T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:20:36.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison. Video'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 3:5-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b8bcf235fb89a3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b8bcf235fb89a3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44D71E8663D8B95857262507227390EE0FEA319B.397561503930E8DBB302513CE0B50CBA26E3DDE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b8bcf235fb89a3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAIEeLIVkqDCQN9arKLSqvyQdOZc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b8bcf235fb89a3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D44D71E8663D8B95857262507227390EE0FEA319B.397561503930E8DBB302513CE0B50CBA26E3DDE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b8bcf235fb89a3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAIEeLIVkqDCQN9arKLSqvyQdOZc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7640076473102597580?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7640076473102597580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7640076473102597580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7640076473102597580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7640076473102597580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/05/proverbs-35-6.html' title='Proverbs 3:5-6'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3320561239411718810</id><published>2010-04-28T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:45:17.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Yes, she ate all of them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addison ate all these orange slices, by herself, AFTER eating a large lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S9hJm0j0bkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6F4564FxZlw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S9hJm0j0bkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6F4564FxZlw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465199079106833986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S9hJmB0W_HI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BpNMPNXH-w0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S9hJmB0W_HI/AAAAAAAAAV0/BpNMPNXH-w0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465199065485999218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-3320561239411718810?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3320561239411718810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3320561239411718810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3320561239411718810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3320561239411718810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-she-ate-all-of-them.html' title='Yes, she ate all of them.'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S9hJm0j0bkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/6F4564FxZlw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3122527844626445561</id><published>2010-04-20T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:50:46.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter'/><title type='text'>Hunter's Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K81KIFkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wEKjnlMSu6c/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K81KIFkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wEKjnlMSu6c/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385806969148994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K8s-wN3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uddCkQ4JKS0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K8s-wN3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/uddCkQ4JKS0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385804773963634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K8CQOfrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pjj7AEs-iew/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K8CQOfrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pjj7AEs-iew/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385793304526514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3122527844626445561?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3122527844626445561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3122527844626445561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3122527844626445561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3122527844626445561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/04/hunters-balloon.html' title='Hunter&apos;s Balloon'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S85K81KIFkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wEKjnlMSu6c/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7432742889074589543</id><published>2010-04-16T15:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:51:16.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Tissue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning Addison asked if she could get a tissue to wipe her nose.  I said, "Yes . . . just be sure to throw it away when you are done."  I didn't think anything else about it until I walked into the bathroom a while later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8i3KxSpGLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/R7UQGjkJ6LM/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8i3KxSpGLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/R7UQGjkJ6LM/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460815943844829362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now I just need to teach her to only use a small piece of tissue, not half the roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-7432742889074589543?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7432742889074589543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7432742889074589543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7432742889074589543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7432742889074589543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/04/tissue.html' title='Tissue'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8i3KxSpGLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/R7UQGjkJ6LM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7547075164851077924</id><published>2010-04-12T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:51:48.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIVi3yYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vyGbKyZrpRo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIVi3yYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vyGbKyZrpRo/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427445766775378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIU7hFDII/AAAAAAAAAU8/1K7Doqb9scw/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIU7hFDII/AAAAAAAAAU8/1K7Doqb9scw/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427435202546818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIUnpZPlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XY0h-1xMP6Q/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIUnpZPlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XY0h-1xMP6Q/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427429868715602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIURMwJKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HT-yyBVEfHQ/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIURMwJKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HT-yyBVEfHQ/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459427423843001506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-7547075164851077924?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7547075164851077924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7547075164851077924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7547075164851077924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7547075164851077924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/04/flower-girl.html' title='Flower Girl'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S8PIVi3yYlI/AAAAAAAAAVE/vyGbKyZrpRo/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4825166889997405782</id><published>2010-03-15T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:57:26.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Cookies</title><content type='html'>Today at lunch Addison ate all her food, so I gave her two cookies, the ones you can pull apart and lick the cream center.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was feeding Hunter when Addison said, "I have 4 cookies."  I looked over and she had pulled the the two cookies apart and laid all four pieces back on her plate and she indeed now had 4 cookies.  I was amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I give her cookies or fruit we will count how many she has, but I didn't think she really understood.  But maybe she does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4825166889997405782?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4825166889997405782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4825166889997405782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4825166889997405782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4825166889997405782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/03/four-cookies.html' title='Four Cookies'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7598942029471424425</id><published>2010-03-15T14:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:46:55.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>French Fries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a conversation I had with Addison this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - Where's daddy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - He's at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - Can he come home and bring french fries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you tell that there are many days when I don't want to cook and daddy brings home something that includes french fries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-7598942029471424425?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7598942029471424425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7598942029471424425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7598942029471424425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7598942029471424425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/03/french-fries.html' title='French Fries'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8725191747761013292</id><published>2010-03-14T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:58:37.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter's First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-7H7_q2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nodn1tkmxCY/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-7H7_q2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nodn1tkmxCY/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448580309652056930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-69H6sfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/41WRlAE7WWw/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-69H6sfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/41WRlAE7WWw/s400/033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448580306749272562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We only cut the front, not the back . . . not yet anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-6MEEQwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ccJazecT_nc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-6MEEQwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ccJazecT_nc/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448580293579784962" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2123935511713017050-8725191747761013292?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8725191747761013292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8725191747761013292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8725191747761013292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8725191747761013292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/03/hunters-first-hair-cut.html' title='Hunter&apos;s First Hair Cut'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S50-7H7_q2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nodn1tkmxCY/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6171713182120440145</id><published>2010-03-11T17:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:17:28.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a horrible "What If's" day yesterday.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had jury duty.  You are suppose to call in the night before and find out if they are going to need you or not.  So I called Tuesday night and this is what the message said, "Please call back tomorrow, Wednesday March 10, at 12 noon for further instructions." That was it.  No other details.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had arranged childcare for the day, but the people watching my children were going to a lot of trouble to do it.  On top of that Daniel would have to miss a meeting to take the kids to my friend's house, so I could get to the court house by 8:00.  Since I knew I would be home at least in the morning, I called and canceled the childcare plans.  This worked out great for Daniel, who now didn't have to worry about missing his meeting. And a friend said she could come over in the afternoon to watch the kids if needed.  So things were falling into place nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the "What If's" started:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I call at noon and they need me to be there by 1:00?  I would have to wait until my friend could get here (she lives 30 minutes away) and then show her where everything is and then get to downtown Raleigh, park and walk to the court house.  I don't think I would be able to make it there by 1:00.  I worried about this most of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At noon I called and the recording said we were to report in at 2:00.  So that was a relief.  Two hours was plenty of time for my friend to get here and then for me to get to the court house.  It would have been nice to have known that the earliest they would need us was 2:00.  I wish that the message the night before had said, "Please call back at 12 noon tomorrow for further instructions.  The earliest you will be requested to come in would be 2:oopm."  That little detail would have saved me a lot of worrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little before 2:00 I got to the jury lounge.  They show us a video that says, "the average length of service for jury duty is one week."  ONE WEEK!  Here come the "What If's" again:  What if I get chosen for a jury and they need me for a whole week?  What if I can't find people to watch my kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add to my stress, on Friday I am attending a conference that I have been looking forward to for a LONG TIME.  What if I am selected for a jury and they need me to be there on Friday.  I will miss this conference that we have already paid for and that I am really looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat there worrying about these things until about 4:00, when the jury clerk came in and told us that the defendant had changed their plea to guilty and we were free to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this was a stressful day, but the stress was of my own making.  Each time I pictured the worst case scenario and each time the best case scenario happened.  It really couldn't have worked out better.  Daniel was able to go to his morning meeting.  I didn't have to sit around the court house all day doing nothing.  I was not selected for a jury, but I am still considered as having "served", so I will not have to serve again for at least two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2123935511713017050-6171713182120440145?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6171713182120440145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=6171713182120440145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6171713182120440145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6171713182120440145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-horrible-what-ifs-yesterday.html' title='I had a horrible &quot;What If&apos;s&quot; day yesterday.'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2464747610883775475</id><published>2010-03-09T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:12:03.650-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Yes we do, Mama</title><content type='html'>This is the conversation Addison and I had yesterday as I was drying her off after her bath.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - Mama, can I have the Whinnie the Pooh towel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - We don't have a Whinnie the Pooh towel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - Yes we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - No we don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison -  Mama, can you look?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - I will look, but we don't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I open the closet door so Addison could see all the towels.  She immediately goes over and pulls out a red and orange towel.  It is a Whinnie the Pooh hooded towel that even has ears on it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Addison - see Mama, we DO have a Whinnie the Pooh towel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is scary when your children are smarter than you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-2464747610883775475?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2464747610883775475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2464747610883775475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2464747610883775475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2464747610883775475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-we-do-mama.html' title='Yes we do, Mama'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6418049285695418076</id><published>2010-03-03T12:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:29:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He can't walk, but he can climb stairs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hunter can't even walk yet, but he can climb stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S46jiMYZizI/AAAAAAAAAUM/xjjlhYmxx2M/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I jumped, which caused her to fall backwards and she hit her head on the corner of the bathroom cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day she fell backwards in her rocking chair and hit her head on the bottom stair.  (okay so this one was not my fault).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was moving our two pack-n-plays into our room.  Addison was sitting in the doorway.  The first one I was easily able to carry over her head into the room.  The second one, I didn't realize was not in it's carry case.  So when I picked it up and over Addison's head the main part of the pack-n-play fell out and hit her right on the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Addison!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-2849956408445354909?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2849956408445354909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2849956408445354909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2849956408445354909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2849956408445354909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/02/brain-damage.html' title='Brain Damage'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6864514717821974007</id><published>2010-02-01T16:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:52:42.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Addison in the Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S2dLjWi9whI/AAAAAAAAATk/jCCdcaxonjY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Hunter Playing'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4294531507703208924</id><published>2010-01-31T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:18:53.160-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Olivia &amp; Addison Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2cbd0fb81e7d8401" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cbd0fb81e7d8401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DBDF680B80ACB4E102E9F1DBB2D8121760656E.3D88F5783E8D601783EDB60BD2040E8D1C13516A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cbd0fb81e7d8401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKLs3JABBXh50VG0AfgP1o6siMbo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2cbd0fb81e7d8401%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331632793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51DBDF680B80ACB4E102E9F1DBB2D8121760656E.3D88F5783E8D601783EDB60BD2040E8D1C13516A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2cbd0fb81e7d8401%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKLs3JABBXh50VG0AfgP1o6siMbo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4294531507703208924?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4294531507703208924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4294531507703208924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4294531507703208924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4294531507703208924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/olivia-addison-playing.html' title='Olivia &amp; Addison Playing'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3763385230678819527</id><published>2010-01-29T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:21:31.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Addison's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; Addison prays, she says the same thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very quietly she says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Dear God, thank you for today.  Have a good day. Amen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3763385230678819527?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3763385230678819527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3763385230678819527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3763385230678819527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3763385230678819527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/addisons-prayer.html' title='Addison&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5632073202943091251</id><published>2010-01-16T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:29:16.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miggy &amp; Addison Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S1JLfSn3seI/AAAAAAAAASk/4FSxWMYBPCo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S1JLfSn3seI/AAAAAAAAASk/4FSxWMYBPCo/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427483501881962978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S1JLfFzMBKI/AAAAAAAAASc/DPoouvZ77cw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S1JLfFzMBKI/AAAAAAAAASc/DPoouvZ77cw/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427483498439771298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5632073202943091251?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5632073202943091251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5632073202943091251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5632073202943091251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5632073202943091251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/miggy-addison-playing.html' title='Miggy &amp; Addison Playing'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S1JLfSn3seI/AAAAAAAAASk/4FSxWMYBPCo/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3273542726432612134</id><published>2010-01-13T12:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:46:43.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a Few of My Favorite Things . . .</title><content type='html'>Every time Addison gets out of the bath, she loves to be wrapped up in a towel and sit in my lap, snuggling and singing.  We always sing lots of different songs.  I treasure our snuggling and singing time together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3273542726432612134?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3273542726432612134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3273542726432612134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3273542726432612134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3273542726432612134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a Few of My Favorite Things . . .'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6454281587964457616</id><published>2010-01-11T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:46:32.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Precious Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0srj2JotsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nrFRjYnygcs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0srj2JotsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nrFRjYnygcs/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425478070929241794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-6454281587964457616?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6454281587964457616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=6454281587964457616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6454281587964457616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6454281587964457616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-precious-boys.html' title='My Precious Boys'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0srj2JotsI/AAAAAAAAAR8/nrFRjYnygcs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4323611996403401366</id><published>2010-01-05T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:44:12.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby boy is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;103.2 temp. So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0O_mp2BLFI/AAAAAAAAARk/ApgBMI1uqFQ/s400/001.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423389047072566354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was surrounded by toys and didn't want to play with anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0O_nNTpPKI/AAAAAAAAARs/h5lRv54OFCg/s400/003.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423389056592067746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2123935511713017050-4323611996403401366?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4323611996403401366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4323611996403401366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4323611996403401366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4323611996403401366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/S0O_mp2BLFI/AAAAAAAAARk/ApgBMI1uqFQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5450463737269083972</id><published>2009-12-08T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:15:37.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard in My House Today . . .</title><content type='html'>Addison: Mommy, what you eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raviolies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison: Mommy eating holy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yes, I understand that ravioli is plural, this is just the way it came out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5450463737269083972?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5450463737269083972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5450463737269083972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5450463737269083972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5450463737269083972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/12/heard-in-my-house-today.html' title='Heard in My House Today . . .'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-415058689140641904</id><published>2009-11-27T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:59:44.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_3Xv5o4wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/71OmrtbY_9w/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408813664862528258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_3Xv5o4wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/71OmrtbY_9w/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2123935511713017050-415058689140641904?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/415058689140641904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=415058689140641904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/415058689140641904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/415058689140641904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-my-babies.html' title='Me &amp; My Babies'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_3Xv5o4wI/AAAAAAAAAOc/71OmrtbY_9w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-470138041796886690</id><published>2009-11-27T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T10:53:58.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car Seat</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that Hunter has outgrown his infant car seat?  He is not even a year old yet.  So we decided to buy a new car seat for Addison, one that will last her and eventually him a long time.  And we are going to put Hunter in the car seat we have been using for Addison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel, trying to figure out how to put the new car seat together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0lXUnwqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3qPJuA5gHL0/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408810600248099490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0lXUnwqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3qPJuA5gHL0/s400/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0lB-MuXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Wex1sim1B8g/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408810594516908402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0lB-MuXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Wex1sim1B8g/s400/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addison said she would help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0km0-LiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K4SLRp7hizA/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408810587230449186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0km0-LiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/K4SLRp7hizA/s400/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison trying out her new car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0kaspHWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZnAjVz1qtCw/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408810583974288738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0kaspHWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZnAjVz1qtCw/s400/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Addison's favorite part was playing with the box the car seat came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0kDIcB-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fQHgxc9wRN0/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408810577648420834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0kDIcB-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/fQHgxc9wRN0/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-470138041796886690?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/470138041796886690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=470138041796886690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/470138041796886690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/470138041796886690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-car-seat.html' title='New Car Seat'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/Sw_0lXUnwqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/3qPJuA5gHL0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7231560246233151417</id><published>2009-11-26T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:10:59.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addison'/><title type='text'>Hide &amp; Seek</title><content type='html'>We taught Addison to play Hide &amp;amp; Seek this week.  She loves playing.  At first she only wanted to find us, but now she enjoys both finding and hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We count to 10 and then say, "Ready or not, here I come."  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; after we say this Addison says, "Okay," which of course reviles where she is hiding.  It is so funny.  At some point we will need to teach her that she is hiding and therefore needs to be quite so she doesn't give away where she is hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about her potty training adventure go to &lt;a href="http://addisonw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Addison's blog &lt;/a&gt;and read the November 20th entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7231560246233151417?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7231560246233151417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7231560246233151417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7231560246233151417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7231560246233151417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/11/hide-seek.html' title='Hide &amp; Seek'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8260426875025292497</id><published>2009-11-11T09:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:30:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Heart Conference</title><content type='html'>The Mom Heart Conference is coming to Raleigh in March.  This conference is presented by Sally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;.  For those of you who don't know about Sally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;, she is an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;advocate&lt;/span&gt; for homeschooling and a wonderful resource of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; for mothers.  I highly recommend ANY mother to go to this conference, even if your kids are not school age and even if you are not planning on homeschooling.  I went last year and I almost didn't go because I thought I might not get anything out of it because my kids are not school age yet.  But I learned so much and was so encouraged.  Any mother with any age children would find this conference very informative, motivating and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you register before November 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; the cost is only $79.  I know this seems like a lot, but trust me, it is worth it.  After the conference you will feel re-energized and motivated and you will feel more confident as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to their website were you can register and get more information: &lt;a href="http://www.wholeheart.org/wheventdetail.php?eventid=35"&gt;Mom Heart!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8260426875025292497?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8260426875025292497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8260426875025292497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8260426875025292497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8260426875025292497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/11/mom-heart-conference.html' title='Mom Heart Conference'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2434031317685803547</id><published>2009-10-22T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:18:21.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; today Pajama Day.  Mainly because it is 1:17pm and Hunter, Addison and I are all still in our pajamas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-2434031317685803547?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2434031317685803547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2434031317685803547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2434031317685803547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2434031317685803547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/10/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5402902035470780906</id><published>2009-10-22T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:16:35.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>My Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SuCTYjIkPdI/AAAAAAAAANs/lp-toWj__uU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395474403547168210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SuCTYjIkPdI/AAAAAAAAANs/lp-toWj__uU/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2123935511713017050-5402902035470780906?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5402902035470780906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5402902035470780906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5402902035470780906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5402902035470780906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-babies.html' title='My Babies'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SuCTYjIkPdI/AAAAAAAAANs/lp-toWj__uU/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2426725898884060443</id><published>2009-10-21T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T09:26:52.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I mention that Disney World brainwashes you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now everywhere I look I see Mickey Mouse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/St8LnwS2CiI/AAAAAAAAANk/_7MSRtM_qRA/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395043656219888162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/St8LnwS2CiI/AAAAAAAAANk/_7MSRtM_qRA/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2123935511713017050-2426725898884060443?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2426725898884060443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2426725898884060443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2426725898884060443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2426725898884060443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/St8LnwS2CiI/AAAAAAAAANk/_7MSRtM_qRA/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1331076550931039582</id><published>2009-10-20T17:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:00:51.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Ride. . . Down the Stairs</title><content type='html'>I fell down the stairs today.  I am okay . . . I think.  The really scary part was that I was holding Hunter.  He is okay.  Hunter landed against me, so he had the softest landing.  I called his doctor and after a series of questions they said it sounded like he was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a scary experience.  Praise God that I was past the turn in our stairs before I fell.  I slipped coming down the stairs and my back was the first thing to hit the stairs.  Then I continued to slip down each stair with my left arm, the back of my waist and my back taking the brunt of each stair.  I couldn't use my hands to stop myself, because they were holding Hunter.  When I finally made it to the bottom I had to let go of Hunter to stop myself from falling onto him.  So he did have a little fall, but it was only inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is, somehow my bottom didn't hit anything.  My bottom never touched the stairs as I was falling down and then once I hit the bottom of the stairs, I landed on the side of my hip.  So the part of me that has the most cushion was no help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bloody spot on my arm about the size and shape of a quarter and I feel very sore, similar to after having a car accident.  Pretty much everything on my left side from the hip up is sore.  My lower back hurts when I sit down.  But I really do think it is all just being sore and bruised and that there is no real damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was at the bottom of the stairs, I called Daniel and asked him to come home.  At this point I was in a lot of pain and had no idea if I could get up, let alone pick up Hunter.  I wanted to make sure that Daniel was on his way home in case someone was really hurt.  Then I called Hunter's doctor.  After talking to the doctor most of the major pain had subsided and I was able to get up and pick Hunter up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that our crazy ride down the stairs was not more serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1331076550931039582?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1331076550931039582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1331076550931039582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1331076550931039582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1331076550931039582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/10/wild-ride-down-stairs.html' title='Wild Ride. . . Down the Stairs'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2930154508066705783</id><published>2009-10-17T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:47:43.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard all day long</title><content type='html'>Heard all day long in my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is not like they are just asked once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison:  Mommy, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  That's a drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison:  Mommy, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That's a drum stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison:  Mommy, what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: That's a drum, see you use the stick to hit the drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison:  Mommy what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  It's a DRUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison:  Mommy what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  Go ask daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-2930154508066705783?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2930154508066705783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2930154508066705783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2930154508066705783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2930154508066705783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/10/heard-all-day-long.html' title='Heard all day long'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5353394963950997426</id><published>2009-09-11T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:58:28.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Big Sister</title><content type='html'>Today while Addison and I were playing with one of her puzzles, Addison said, "I need to check on Hunter."  I didn't exactly know what "checking on Hunter" meant, but I said okay and watched as she walked over to Hunter.  Hunter was on his play mat.  Addison stood over him, watching him for a few seconds and then said, "Hunter is okay."  Then she came back and continued working on her puzzle.  It was so random, but very cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5353394963950997426?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5353394963950997426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5353394963950997426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5353394963950997426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5353394963950997426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-big-sister.html' title='Good Big Sister'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1498494404543109904</id><published>2009-09-02T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:58:06.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Size ????</title><content type='html'>I have the honor of being a bridesmaid in a wedding for one of my best friends this coming March.  My friend is trying to find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reasonably&lt;/span&gt; priced bridesmaid dresses.  Last night she called me and asked what my dress size was.  I realized I have no idea what dress size I am.  The last time I bought a nice dress was over 3 years and 2 babies ago.  So I decided to look at some of the clothes I had to see what size they were.  This is when I discovered something funny.  The shorts that I had on and that fit nicely are size 6, but the jeans that I have been trying to get into for the past few months and can now finally, but barely, zip up are a size 8.  This makes no sense.  How can size 6 shorts fit better than size 8 jeans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1498494404543109904?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1498494404543109904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1498494404543109904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1498494404543109904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1498494404543109904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/09/dress-size.html' title='Dress Size ????'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4062190437071416627</id><published>2009-08-30T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:29:14.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard in My House This Morning . . .</title><content type='html'>"Mommy, I don't want to get up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither do I, Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait . . . we have to get up, we're the parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weekends I really miss being able to sleep in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4062190437071416627?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4062190437071416627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4062190437071416627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4062190437071416627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4062190437071416627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/08/heard-in-my-house-this-morning.html' title='Heard in My House This Morning . . .'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8902483436821602005</id><published>2009-08-27T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:30:33.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy Cat</title><content type='html'>We keep a few things that we don't use very often on top of our kitchen cabinets.  I usually use a stool to get to these items, but this past Friday I was in a hurry and just decided to climb up onto the counter and then stand on the counter to reach the item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the kitchen, while I was cleaning up after lunch, I happen to turn around just in time to see Addison trying to climb up on the counter of her toy kitchen.  I told her to get down and she said "mommy do it."  And that is when I remembered that I had done the same thing a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continually&lt;/span&gt; learning I have to be careful about what I say and do around Addison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8902483436821602005?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8902483436821602005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8902483436821602005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8902483436821602005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8902483436821602005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/08/copy-cat.html' title='Copy Cat'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8335916812361155809</id><published>2009-08-17T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:21:30.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walmart No More</title><content type='html'>I normally do my grocery shopping at Kroger.  But yesterday I was out running some other errands and on my way home I knew I would pass by Super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  In my mind I thought this was great, because I assumed groceries would be cheaper at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; then they are at Kroger.  I WAS WRONG!!!  Milk at Kroger is $2.99, milk at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; was $3.38 (and yes I get the cheapest brand they have at both places.)  I can't remember the exact prices for everything else, but I do remember that cheese, bread, drinks, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; sauce, meat, etc. were all more expensive at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was my trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; more expensive, it also took a lot longer.  I didn't know where anything was and there were so many people.  When I finally did get everything, the lines to check out were crazy long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; grocery shopping for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8335916812361155809?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8335916812361155809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8335916812361155809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8335916812361155809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8335916812361155809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/08/walmart-no-more.html' title='Walmart No More'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8517007015260284857</id><published>2009-07-31T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:22:20.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Kitchen - Praise God!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A few months ago Daniel and I talked about getting Addison a play Kitchen for her birthday. But when I saw how much they are (from $100 to $700) we decided not to. Then I was talking with a good friend and she said that the best toy her two year old played with for many years was her play kitchen. So we decided we would look around and see if we could find one used. We went to Toys R Us to check out what they actually looked like. Some of them were too short for Addison (she is really tall for her age). The one we REALLY liked was $160. After seeing what we would like to get, we started looking for a used one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago we went to a consignment sale, but they didn't have any play kitchens. I have been looking on Craig's List for two weeks and though there have been some kitchens on there, they were not really want we wanted, so we just decided to keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today, on Craig's List was the exact kitchen we wanted for ONLY $60!!!!!! I emailed the lady and she emailed me back with her number and said that there were a number of other people who also wanted the kitchen, so I needed to call her ASAP if I still wanted it. Needless to say, I called and we got the kitchen. It is perfect! It doesn't even look like it has been played with.  They still had all the accessories that went with it.  We save $100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited.  I just hope Addison gets as excited as I am over her new kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us many times using Craig's List.  Thank you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8517007015260284857?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8517007015260284857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8517007015260284857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8517007015260284857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8517007015260284857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/07/toy-kitchen-praise-god.html' title='Toy Kitchen - Praise God!!!!!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1823589872075081021</id><published>2009-07-21T14:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:49:43.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Wonderful Big Sister</title><content type='html'>One day last week I had Hunter sitting in his Bumbo chair (yes that is really the name of the chair).  Addison sat down beside him with one of her books.  She proceeded to open each page, show it to Hunter and say "Look Hunter.  What is this Hunter? . . .  Dog, Hunter, dog. . . Hunter, what is this? . . . Duck, Hunter, duck."  She went through the whole book showing Hunter each page and telling him what was on each page.  It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison has a baby doll that she calls baby Hunter.  The other day I heard her saying, "Feed Hunter, Feed Hunter."  It was about time for me to feed Hunter, so I walked into the room to tell her, yes mommy was going to feed Hunter.  But when I walked into the room and saw her, she had her shirt up and her doll, baby Hunter, was to her chest.  She was "breastfeeding" her baby doll.  After a few seconds, she then put the doll up on her shoulder and said "Burp, Hunter, burp Hunter,"  and proceeded to pat the doll on it's back to burp it.  It was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1823589872075081021?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1823589872075081021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1823589872075081021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1823589872075081021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1823589872075081021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/07/such-wonderful-big-sister.html' title='Such a Wonderful Big Sister'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2415748129193257200</id><published>2009-06-29T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:00:09.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal - 6-29-09</title><content type='html'>I got to hold my wonderful baby, Hunter, today for a long while. Addison is growing up so fast and it makes me treasure the moments I get to hold Hunter. Because of Addison, I realize that Hunter will not be a baby for very long. Not nearly as long as I would like him to be. Addison only lets me hold her for short periods of time, in between her running around and playing. She no longer lets me hold her like a baby and stare into her beautiful eyes. So every moment I get, to hold Hunter and stare into his beautiful eyes, I want to fully enjoy and treasure. The age Addison is at also has incredibly precious moments. Like when she says something so funny, Daniel and I laugh so hard we are almost crying. Or when she says “I love you” how is melts my heart. But there is just something so enjoyable about holding your baby and I now understand that this time, for holding Hunter, will be gone before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter is almost 3 months old now. He is almost to the point of having full control of his head and neck movements. He is FINALLY, sleeping through most of the night, about 6.5 to 7.5 hours. He is staying awake longer during the day and loves looking around at all the commotion that is going on in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison is getting ready to be 2 years old in August. I can't believe how fast these two years have gone. She is such an incredible child. She loves to sing. She loves bath time. She loves chasing Bailey around the house. But more than anything, she loves for someone to read to her. I am so grateful that she loves books so much. Not only do I think this will help her with learning, but I look forward to the day when Addison and I can sip coffee (or tea) and talk about the wonderful books we are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing me with the most wonderful children I could ever imagine. And thank you for blessing me with their wonderful father, who is the best husband I could ever have asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-2415748129193257200?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2415748129193257200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2415748129193257200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2415748129193257200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2415748129193257200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/journal-6-29-09.html' title='Journal - 6-29-09'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3767945469079714049</id><published>2009-06-27T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:44:51.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans Chapters 1 - 7</title><content type='html'>I have started a study of Romans, via &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/"&gt;John Piper's website&lt;/a&gt; (this is a great website, check it out). Today I learned the difference between justification and sanctification, according to Romans, chapters 1 - 7. To justify is to pronnouce free from guilt or blame. To become sanctified is to become holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Romans it discusses that Christains are justified from their sin as soon as they believe in Jesus Christ. This justification is an instantaneous, free gift from God. There is nothing we do (besides believing in Jesus Christ) to receive this free gift. "This righteousness from God comes through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified freely by His grace through the redemption that comes by Christ Jesus." Romans 3:22-24, NIV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanctification on the other hand is a process of transforming ourselves from the sin centered person we were to the Christ centered person we are working to become. Sanctification is something that we work at each day (by building a relationship with God) and it is a transformation that we will continue to work on for our whole lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3767945469079714049?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3767945469079714049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3767945469079714049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3767945469079714049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3767945469079714049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/romans-chapters-1-7.html' title='Romans Chapters 1 - 7'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6531904144137437232</id><published>2009-06-19T16:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:12:27.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Husband!</title><content type='html'>I have the most wonderful husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been really hard for me.  The two and a half months of very little sleep has really started to effect me.  I feel horrible.  I am having trouble making decisions, even simple decisions.  It is taking me much longer to get simple tasks done.  I am extremely emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking back over Addison's baby book today, I realized that at 8 to 9 weeks old, Addison was sleeping about 10 hours at night.  Hunter is 10 and a half weeks old and still the longest he will sleep at night is about 5 hours.  AHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Daniel gets home in the evenings, I am extremely tired and irritable and of course he gets the brunt of my emotional state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the problems is that Addison and Hunter don't seem to always take naps at the same time.  So it is very difficult for me to get a nap during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel came home today at lunchtime and brought Addison and I lunch home.  Then after lunch he told me to go take a nap.  He stayed home (even though he is extremely busy at work) and took care of the kids until I had to get up and feed Hunter again.  Also, while Addison was napping Daniel cleaned both our bathroom (which hadn't been cleaned in a long time) and the downstairs bathroom.  It was so nice to be able to take a 2 hour nap during the day and it was wonderful to wake up and walk into a clean bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most wonderful husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-6531904144137437232?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6531904144137437232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=6531904144137437232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6531904144137437232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6531904144137437232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-wonderful-husband.html' title='My Wonderful Husband!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5659887729493594259</id><published>2009-06-18T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:15:48.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Kids</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my kids may be a little strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I played fetch with Addison.  I threw the ball (and it actually was Bailey's, our dog's, ball) and she ran after it and brought it back to me.  She is actually better at fetch then Bailey is.  The funny thing is she LOVED it and probably would have played fetch all afternoon, if mommy hadn't gotten tired of throwing the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, during Hunter's tummy time today, he gave himself a hickey on his arm.  Apparently he was sucking on his arm the whole time he was on his stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy kids, but I love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5659887729493594259?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5659887729493594259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5659887729493594259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5659887729493594259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5659887729493594259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-kids.html' title='Strange Kids'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7572644589512707160</id><published>2009-06-16T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:25:12.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Marion - pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerD4GnQEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F7WFD-Cn_R0/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931165613834306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerD4GnQEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F7WFD-Cn_R0/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDiOKOMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FzriEUwaD8Y/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931159739906242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDiOKOMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FzriEUwaD8Y/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDeLjTQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LOMmCCG4SNA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931158655225090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDeLjTQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LOMmCCG4SNA/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDD3zx2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZJmSHBsXDN4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931151593097058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerDD3zx2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZJmSHBsXDN4/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerCutPIQI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wa5lJWiQxJo/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347931145911607554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerCutPIQI/AAAAAAAAAII/Wa5lJWiQxJo/s400/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7572644589512707160?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7572644589512707160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7572644589512707160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7572644589512707160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7572644589512707160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-marion-pictures.html' title='Trip to Marion - pictures'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SjerD4GnQEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/F7WFD-Cn_R0/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8238928591902405887</id><published>2009-06-15T08:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:32:14.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Tradition</title><content type='html'>It is wedding season and Daniel and I have been going to lots of different weddings. I love going to weddings and it has been fun talking with other people (who are already married) about what we did or did not do at our respective weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that always seems to shock people about my wedding was the fact that Daniel and I took our wedding pictures before the wedding. When I tell people this, their eyes widen and they say, "You mean you two saw each other before the ceremony on your wedding day?!" YES, we saw each other on our wedding day before the ceremony. It is so funny to me that so many people think this is a BIG NO NO! No where in the Bible (as far as I know and I must admit I haven't exactly looked for this specific statement) does it say it is a sin for the bride and groom to see each other on their wedding day, before the ceremony. This is a superstition. Though I don't see anything wrong with keeping this superstitious tradition, I also don't think there is anything wrong with NOT keeping it. People have said to me that it is bad luck to see each other before the ceremony. Well, Daniel and I don't believe in luck. We just celebrated our 7 year wedding anniversary and they have been the best 7 years of my life. God is what keeps our marriage strong, not luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that by seeing each other before the ceremony you miss the special moment when your groom sees you for the first time. I disagree. We had it set up were Daniel was in the church standing at the alter (where he would be for the ceremony) and he had his eyes closed. Then I came in and walked half way down the aisle. Then the photographer told Daniel to open his eyes. It was an incredible moment. The smile on Daniel's face was priceless. It was just me, Daniel and the photographer. No people starring at me, making me self conscious. Daniel was able to say that I looked beautiful without interrupting the wedding ceremony. It was perfect and I would not have wanted to do anything different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't think there is anything wrong with keeping this superstitious wedding tradition, but here are my top 3 reasons for taking pictures before the wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - It calms your nerves before the big event. Most people are very nervous before their wedding ceremony. Getting a chance to see and talk to the person who was the best at calming my nerves was perfect for me. Seeing Daniel and talking to him before our ceremony made me feel so good, and completely calmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Everyone looks fresh and perfect for pictures. No one has been crying from the emotions that a wedding ceremony can produce. Such as in the mothers or in the bride herself. No one has been sweating from having to stand in a tuxedo for an hour. And your wedding dress hasn't gotten dirty or messed up from walking around the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 reason - Your guest don't have to wait an hour for you to show up at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;These are &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; reasons, why it was good that &lt;strong&gt;Daniel and I&lt;/strong&gt; took pictures before the wedding. These reasons are specific to me and Daniel and this does not mean that I think it would be better for others to do the same. I think everyone needs to think about what would be best for them and do it that way. It is your wedding. I would point out not to let superstitions or even traditions prevent you from making your day perfect for YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8238928591902405887?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8238928591902405887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8238928591902405887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8238928591902405887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8238928591902405887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-tradition.html' title='Wedding Tradition'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1040702994871241237</id><published>2009-06-10T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:25:32.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison used the Potty!!!</title><content type='html'>Today Addison told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miggy&lt;/span&gt; (my mother) that she had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; diaper.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miggy&lt;/span&gt; went to go change her diaper, but there was not any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt; in it.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miggy&lt;/span&gt; decided to sit Addison on the toilet and see if she would poop.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miggy&lt;/span&gt; and I were both in the bathroom coaching Addison to poop in the toilet.  We had been in there a few minutes and were getting ready to give up, when we hear "plop."  She pooped in the toilet!!!!!!!  We were so excited.  We were clapping and singing to her.  She thought it was great.  And then as she flushed she said, "bye, bye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poopy&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be the beginning of using the potty and the end of diapers (at least for Addison).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1040702994871241237?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1040702994871241237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1040702994871241237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1040702994871241237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1040702994871241237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/addison-used-potty.html' title='Addison used the Potty!!!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5197289743473901096</id><published>2009-06-05T12:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:56:08.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Morning at the Mall</title><content type='html'>For our anniversary my wonderful husband got me a new watch. I had to take it to the mall today to get it sized. And then Addison got to play in the play area of the mall. She had a great time. Here are pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343885657845960066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLsVQ2jYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uUeuXIBXIn0/s400/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison playing in the play area:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLtIIPccI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BUD6NNn-Y3c/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343885671500050882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLtIIPccI/AAAAAAAAAHI/BUD6NNn-Y3c/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLs9mbzlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VkKVlIYwl50/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343885668673900114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLs9mbzlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VkKVlIYwl50/s400/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLskPZUOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HIyo486Vo8s/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343885661866381538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLskPZUOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HIyo486Vo8s/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5197289743473901096?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5197289743473901096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5197289743473901096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5197289743473901096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5197289743473901096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-morning-at-mall.html' title='Our Morning at the Mall'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SilLsVQ2jYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/uUeuXIBXIn0/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3558104475769781667</id><published>2009-06-05T08:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:23:36.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we found the first cockroach we have ever seen in our house. We have lived in this house for five years and never seen one, until yesterday. Not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of that, I found this (see pictures below) this morning in our dinning room. Again, not fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343817814622895842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SikN_VkAfuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zymG-G4Nmsc/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE bugs!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3558104475769781667?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3558104475769781667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3558104475769781667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3558104475769781667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3558104475769781667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/06/bugs.html' title='BUGS!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SikN_VkAfuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zymG-G4Nmsc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8818026880841804350</id><published>2009-05-16T14:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:01:16.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Thing to Spill on Your Carpet</title><content type='html'>I now know what is the worst thing you can spill on your carpet.  Cheese dip.  I spilled a whole bowl of cheese dip on my carpet.  First, it was very difficult to get the cheese dip off the carpet without rubbing it into the carpet.  Once we finally got the cheese dip off the carpet, then it  was time to deal with the stain.  We tried a stain remover and though it got most of the stain off, you can still see a yellow tint.  In the past our carpet has been amazing when it comes to removing stains.  We have had grape juice spilled on our carpet and dried over night and we were still easily able to get it completely out of our carpet.  We have also had chocolate, blood and even black wax spilled on our carpet and we were able to get all of them out without a trace left.  But we have met our match with cheese dip.  I think we are just going to permanently have a slight yellow stain on our carpet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8818026880841804350?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8818026880841804350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8818026880841804350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8818026880841804350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8818026880841804350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-thing-to-spill-on-your-carpet.html' title='Worst Thing to Spill on Your Carpet'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8613201338238765353</id><published>2009-05-14T19:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:38:29.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest for the Weary #4</title><content type='html'>This week I was suppose to rest and be productive.  Mom took Addison to Marion, so it has just been me and Hunter.  I have been taking a nap everyday, but on Tuesday I didn't take one, because I was feeling energized.  Then Tuesday night Daniel had to work until 11:00pm and I do not sleep when Daniel is not home.  I try to sleep, but right as I am about to slip into sleep I hear a noise that wakes me up, because I worry that someone is going to break into our house.  My fears are completely ill-logical (if that is a word), because we have an alarm and a dog.  So if anyone tried to get into our house, I would know.  But that still doesn't help me to sleep when Daniel is not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I didn't get to sleep on Tuesday until after 11:00pm and then of course I had to get up at 3:00am and 6:00am to feed Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Wednesday I didn't get much of a nap because I had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt; take Hunter to the doctor in the afternoon (during my normal nap time).  Then Wednesday night Daniel worked until 2:00am, so I didn't get to sleep until a little after 2:00am and then Hunter woke up to eat at 2:30am and than again at 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today (Thursday) I had a doctor's appointment this morning, so I couldn't sleep in any.  And when I tried to take a nap this afternoon, Hunter cried during most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to get some sleep soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8613201338238765353?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8613201338238765353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8613201338238765353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8613201338238765353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8613201338238765353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-rest-for-weary-4.html' title='No Rest for the Weary #4'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8660651270012044859</id><published>2009-05-11T17:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:54:08.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet Are My Little Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieOb2vEgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nAPY9wbMVXw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334687729453044226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieOb2vEgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nAPY9wbMVXw/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieOAq86KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zfIKchU3DCE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334687722155862178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieOAq86KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zfIKchU3DCE/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieNxsUMtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HWI3JarKhTM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334687718135050962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieNxsUMtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HWI3JarKhTM/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8660651270012044859?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8660651270012044859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8660651270012044859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8660651270012044859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8660651270012044859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-sweet-are-my-little-ones.html' title='How Sweet Are My Little Ones'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SgieOb2vEgI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nAPY9wbMVXw/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3705661181315003966</id><published>2009-05-11T08:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:07:12.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest for the Weary #3</title><content type='html'>My mother has taken Addison to Marion to visit and so you would think that I would get a great night of sleep, without having to worry about getting up to take care of Addison.  Well, Hunter decided to make up for the fact that Addison was not here, by making it a long night.  Actually, it was probably my fault he got sick, but it still made for a long night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our normal nightly routine is for me to feed hunter and then Daniel also gives him a small bottle of formula, so he will sleep a little longer.  Well apparently we might have given him too much last night.  Hunter normally wakes up at 3:00am wanting to eat.  But last night he did not wake up.  I, on the other hand, did wake up (at 2:45am) with very full breasts.  So I decided to wake Hunter up and feed him.  He ate both breasts and as I was getting ready to burp him he vomited.  I don't mean spit up, he VOMITED.  It was a lot and was forceful and came out of his mouth and nose.  At this point I figured he was done.  I cleaned him and me up and started to change his diaper.  And then he vomited again.  Again it forcefully came out of his mouth and nose and made a mess over everything on the changing table and me.  I again cleaned him up and started to change his outfit.  As I was taking off his onesie, I scrapped his nose with my nail and his nose started bleeding.  He started screaming.  I held a burp cloth to his nose until it stopped bleeding.  Then Daniel and I (at this point Daniel was up and helping me) finished cleaning Hunter up and changing him.  When we thought he couldn't possibly have anything left in his stomach, guess what.  He vomited AGAIN.  Though this time was not as bad as the first two times.  We decided to take his temperature and it was normal.  We looked up vomiting in our child care book and it said that an infant will vomit if they have eaten too much, but it also said this could be a sign of digestional problems.  Daniel and I finally got everything cleaned up and got Hunter back in bed and we got back to bed a little after 4:00am.  At this point I had been up since 2:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the nurse at Hunter's doctor's office and she said it sounded like he just ate too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight will go better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3705661181315003966?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3705661181315003966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3705661181315003966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3705661181315003966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3705661181315003966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-rest-for-weary-3.html' title='No Rest for the Weary #3'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1463198124319714861</id><published>2009-05-08T15:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:36:59.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning - Raleigh News Story</title><content type='html'>I heard this on the news last night and again this morning and it just shocked me that people would take advantage of good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samaritans&lt;/span&gt;.  This happened in Raleigh a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women and a girl were driving home from mid-night bowling, when they noticed a man laying in the road.  The women made a U-turn to go help the man.  As their car got closer to the man and they started to slow down, the man got up and started running towards their car.  This is when they also noticed two other men running towards their car.  Luckily they were able to pull away before the men got to their car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies called the police, but by the time the police got there, the men were gone.  The police said that you should NEVER stop to help someone.  If you think someone needs help, you should call the police instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so sad that this is what our world is becoming.  It is not even safe to try to help out another person, without fear that they may try to hurt you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1463198124319714861?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1463198124319714861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1463198124319714861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1463198124319714861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1463198124319714861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-raleigh-news-story.html' title='Warning - Raleigh News Story'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7172306875872749527</id><published>2009-05-06T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:53:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small fingers fit into the strangest places</title><content type='html'>Addison was helping me put clothes into the dryer, a task she loves doing.  I suddenly noticed that she was no longer grabbing the clothes I was handing her.  I looked down and saw her hands wrapped around the bottom lip of the dryer opening.  I didn't think much about it and I started saying "Addison take this and put it in the dryer."  Addison didn't reach for the item, which was strange and then she started saying "fingers, fingers."  I finally reached down to grab her hands, which is when I realized that her fingers were stuck in the little holes of the lint area.  I didn't even know that there were holes there.  I had to pull her fingers out, which luckily didn't seem to hurt her.  Then she promptly went back to helping me put clothes in the dryer.  She is such a good girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7172306875872749527?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7172306875872749527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7172306875872749527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7172306875872749527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7172306875872749527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/small-fingers-fit-into-strangest-places.html' title='Small fingers fit into the strangest places'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4351537194164458439</id><published>2009-05-06T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:02:27.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest for the Weary #2</title><content type='html'>Our normal nightly routine is for me to get ready for bed right before Hunter's 9:30pm feeding, so I can go straight to bed after his feeding and get as much sleep as possible. Also, after I feed Hunter, Daniel gives him a bottle with about an ounce of formula, which helps Hunter to sleep longer at night, hence, giving mommy more sleep. We just bought the vitamins that you are suppose to give breastfeeding babies (because they don't get enough vitamin D from breast milk). After Hunter had fed on one side last night we decided to give him his vitamin before I fed him the other side. Apparently he does NOT like his vitamin. He started gaging when we gave it to him. And then when I tried to finish breast feeding him, he would not eat.  He would not even latch on. Daniel tried to give him a bottle and he would not eat that either.  We were getting a little stressed and it was getting later and later.  Finally I decided to pump the other side (because I had to empty it somehow) and Daniel changed Hunter's diaper and got him swaddled for bed.  At this point it is sometime after 10:30 and as we are starting to take Hunter to bed when he starts to suck, like he wants to eat.  So we decide to give him the milk I pumped.  He eats all of that and a ounce of formula.  We were so thankful that he finally ate, but we were also VERY TIRED.  I didn't get to bed until close to 11:00, which is really late when you have to get up at 2:00&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; to feed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, this morning was a coffee morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4351537194164458439?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4351537194164458439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4351537194164458439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4351537194164458439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4351537194164458439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-rest-for-weary-2.html' title='No Rest for the Weary #2'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1109111993237693238</id><published>2009-05-04T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:18:31.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rest for the Weary &amp; Another Addison story</title><content type='html'>Today I put Addison down for her nap and then Hunter and I laid down for a nap. I can usually get an hour to an hour and a half before either Hunter or Addison wake up. I didn't have coffee this morning, so I was particularly tired today. I immediately fell asleep, which is unusual for me. It usually takes me 15 to 20 minutes to get to sleep. After being asleep for about 30 minutes, Hunter starts crying. This has never happened before. I was REALLY tired and I didn't want to get up yet. So I re-swaddled him, hoping that would help. It did not work. In total desperation I gave him a pacifier (which we do not normally use). This worked as long as the pacifier stayed in his mouth. Ever 5 minutes or so, the pacifier would fall out of his mouth. So basically right as I was getting back to sleep, Hunter would start crying again and I would again put the pacifier in his mouth. We did this for about an hour, until I finally gave up and just got up. I then made myself a cup of coffee. Thank God for coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison Story:&lt;br /&gt;I was breastfeeding Hunter today, when Addison brought her toy phone up and put it up to Hunter's ear. Then she said "talk Hunter, talk." She held the phone at Hunter's ear for a few seconds, and then said "Bye" and took the phone away. She did this a few times. It was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1109111993237693238?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1109111993237693238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1109111993237693238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1109111993237693238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1109111993237693238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-rest-for-weary-another-addison-story.html' title='No Rest for the Weary &amp; Another Addison story'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-428421175780366506</id><published>2009-04-30T10:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:29:00.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Numbers</title><content type='html'>I borrowed this from my friend Courtney.  I hope you don't mind Courtney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 weeks, Hunter's age as of today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 months until Addison's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 months until my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 month until 7 year anniversary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;245,568 number of diapers Hunter has gone through in his short 3 weeks, or at least it feels like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 total number of hours I slept last night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;38 number of ounces of water I have drank since 1:00am this morning - it is 10:30am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5:45 time Hunter got up this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8:45 time Addison got up this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.5 hours until I can take a nap!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;27 number of times I have helped Addison put glow worm's diaper back on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 number of times Addison has asked me to read "Splat Cat"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 number of times I have read "Splat Cat" today. . . so far&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/2123935511713017050-428421175780366506?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/428421175780366506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=428421175780366506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/428421175780366506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/428421175780366506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/04/by-numbers.html' title='By the Numbers'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3875029486437429473</id><published>2009-04-30T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:07:18.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Girl</title><content type='html'>Addison has been watching us change Hunter's diapers and his diapers are just the right size for her glow worm.  So we gave her a diaper that she can put on her glow worm. She will undo the diaper, look inside, say "no pee pee" or "no poo poo" and then close the diaper back.  She will do this over and over again.  It is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the day bed in Addison's room, mainly because we have no other place to put it.  The day bed has a few little screws sticking out on the metal frame and the screws have plastic, bright red, covers.  Both yesterday morning and this morning I found the bright red, plastic covers in her poop.  There were four.  I have found 2 in her poop, one was still on the bed, so I am still missing one.  Maybe I will find it in her poop this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison likes to try to sweep when I sweep, so while mom was here, she bought Addison a kid size broom.  This morning I left Addison in the kitchen, sweeping, while I took care of some things in the living room.  When I returned to the kitchen I discovered that Addison had put her broom into Bailey's water bowl and was using her now wet broom to "mop" the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison keeps me entertained, that is for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3875029486437429473?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3875029486437429473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3875029486437429473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3875029486437429473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3875029486437429473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-girl.html' title='Funny Girl'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3600548373537576118</id><published>2009-03-28T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:23:08.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate!</title><content type='html'>There are many events that will be celebrated in our house over the next few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April/ May - birth of Hunter Immanuel Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - Daniel's dad's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - My dad's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1st - Our 7 year wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21st - My 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - Three's 23rd birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23 - Addison's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELEBRATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3600548373537576118?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3600548373537576118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3600548373537576118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3600548373537576118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3600548373537576118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5295076990213159976</id><published>2009-03-19T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:24:49.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Friendly Addison</title><content type='html'>Today we went to the park, because it was such a beautiful day.  At first Addison was playing her heart out.  She was running around and going down the slide and I pushed her in the swing for a long time.  But then other children started showing up.  After that, all she wanted to do was follow the other children around, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continually&lt;/span&gt; saying "Hi."  She said hi at least a hundred times.  At first the other children (who were a little older) would say hi back, but after a while they just started to ignore her.  I want her to be friendly, but I don't want her to be annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5295076990213159976?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5295076990213159976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5295076990213159976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5295076990213159976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5295076990213159976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/03/super-friendly-addison.html' title='Super Friendly Addison'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6118613606852074697</id><published>2009-03-14T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:42:54.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Level going down, YEAH!</title><content type='html'>So I have been stressing about getting things done.  This past week, I again realized that I have 7 weeks to get everything ready for Hunter.  Also, I have been focused on tax returns lately, because those are due before Hunter is due.  I had one tax return to finish, but I was having a really hard time getting it done.  Not only was the tax return challenging, but I was having a hard time finding time to really sit down and focus on it.  So that was one of my prayer requests this week at root group.  I actually had two prayer request and both were answered.  I wanted to be done with this tax return and I wanted to make significant progress with Hunter's room.  It is funny how God answers prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Daniel and I were able to move the guest bed from the bonus room into the office, which was a huge task and it helped us get enough room in the bonus room to were we can start to move the desk in their.  So we did make significant progress with Hunter's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the tax return, God answered that prayer, but in a way I was not expecting.  I finally got some time to work on it this week and I realized that their 2007 tax return was done incorrectly (or at least it was not done in the best way to save this couple money).  Because of the way the 2007 tax return was done, I didn't know how to proceed with the 2008 tax return.  I called the CPA I currently work under and explained the situation and asked what I should do.  It is very complicated what needs to be done and it was way over my head.  I wanted to make sure that this nice couple's tax return was done right and I couldn't do it.  So I had to go over to their house and explain the situation and why I could not finish their tax return.  I was worried that they would be mad.  But they were very grateful that I had found the problem and also grateful that I was being honest with them about the fact that this was over my head.  So, that is how God took care of the tax return prayer request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like things are going well.  We still have a lot of things we want to get done before Hunter arrives, but I feel like it is a reasonable amount of stuff to get done, assuming Hunter doesn't make his appearance early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these days my stress level is very low, which is REALLY nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-6118613606852074697?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6118613606852074697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=6118613606852074697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6118613606852074697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6118613606852074697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/03/stress-level-going-down-yeah.html' title='Stress Level going down, YEAH!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3518195270107641375</id><published>2009-03-14T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:22:58.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Three Zero</title><content type='html'>In a few more months I am going to be 30. Truthfully I am not quite sure how I feel about this. I would like to be mature and say that it is just a number and I don't really care, but there is a part of me that knows that is not true. Since Daniel and I go to a church that is made up of mostly college students, I have always just felt like one of the college students. Being surrounded by young people somehow makes you feel younger. I am just not sure how I am going to feel about being 30. I know that 30 is by no means "old". But it is different from the age group I was in before. Mentally I still feel like I should be 26 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure, I can tell physically that I am no longer a 26 year old. Until the past couple of years, I had an incredible metabolism. I could eat anything I wanted, anytime I wanted and never gain an ounce. I usually ate every two to three hours and loved it. After Addison was born, I continued this habit, but I discovered that I started gaining weight. So I started eating just at meal times and one snack during the day (as opposed to eating every two hours) and I stopped gaining weight, but I wasn't losing the weight I had already gained. I had to actually EXERCISE to lose the weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I have noticed is energy. I remember in college there was a time when I worked three jobs (one of which required me to be on my feet the whole time), was taking a full load of classes, was dating Daniel and was president of Accounting Society. I remember staying up late and still getting up at a reasonable hour. I remember going strong all day, sleeping really well and then getting up and doing it all over again, day after day. I don't do nearly as many activities these days, but yet I feel much more tired. Today I don't think I could endure the same schedule that I did in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't really have any choice in the matter. 30 is coming whether I want it to or not. I still have a few months to get used to the idea. Maybe I will feel differently by the time my birthday rolls around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3518195270107641375?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3518195270107641375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3518195270107641375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3518195270107641375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3518195270107641375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-three-zero.html' title='The Big Three Zero'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5663673842382496192</id><published>2009-03-10T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:37:32.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am a horrible blogger.  I know.  But there is just so much stuff I am trying to get done in the next seven weeks (before my due date).  Anyway, here is a short update of what has been going on with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison is still sick.  She has been sick for almost three weeks (it will officially be three weeks this Thursday).  The doctor prescribed antibiotics for her on Monday.  So far they don't seem to be doing much, but the doctor said it would take a few days for her to start to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy is going pretty well.  We had a little of a scare with an irregular heartbeat, but the doctor has been monitoring me twice a week for the past three weeks and everything has been good.  So starting this week I only have to go to the doctor once a week.  So that is all good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still do not have Hunter's room ready, but we are working on it.  I am trying to get some tax returns done, which is taking priority over everything else at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a brand new mattress today.  It is from the Original Mattress Factory.  It is wonderful.  I can't wait to sleep on it tonight.  The mattress we had was at least 15 years old, probably older and it had gotten to the point, no matter where on the mattress you slept you could feel a spring poking you.  Neither Daniel or I have been sleeping well for a very long time.  I am hoping that this will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is the highlights from what is going on in my life.  Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5663673842382496192?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5663673842382496192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5663673842382496192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5663673842382496192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5663673842382496192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-969759796654055709</id><published>2009-01-23T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:06:56.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Surprise!</title><content type='html'>Today when I went to the bathroom I closed the door.  Usually Addison either ignores this or she stands outside the door knocking and talking to me.  Well, today, to my great surprise, I hear the door handle jiggle and then the door opens.  Addison is standing there looking very proud and she says "Hi Mama."  Then she closes the door and continues to open and close the door as I finish using the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDISON CAN OPEN DOORS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Daniel and I are going to Target to look into what is available to stop her from opening doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-969759796654055709?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/969759796654055709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=969759796654055709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/969759796654055709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/969759796654055709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-surprise.html' title='To my Surprise!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7700439092989249893</id><published>2009-01-20T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:16:34.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>It snowed!  It is so beautiful.  It snowed all morning and I really enjoyed watching it.  It makes me remember back to being in school and how excited we would get when it snowed and school would get canceled.  This snow has been even more exciting, because this is Addison's first experience with snow.  We got her dressed in many layers and took her out into the snow.  She didn't like walking around in it too much, but she loved riding the sled.  &lt;a href="http://woods2002.googlepages.com/addison%27spage"&gt;Click here to see pictures!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7700439092989249893?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7700439092989249893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7700439092989249893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7700439092989249893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7700439092989249893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4050463124839724429</id><published>2009-01-19T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:16:38.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I thought it couldn't get worse.</title><content type='html'>My sickness started with a really bad cough and just mild sinus problems.  That lasted about two weeks.  Then my cough started to go away, but my nose got really stuffy and runny.  I was actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; though, because a stuffy nose was better than coughing all the time.  Now I have a horrible stuffy nose and a horrible cough.  I am going on three weeks of being sick.  Thanks to my wonderful husband I spent most of yesterday in bed.  Today I am trying to take it easy.  As easy as you can take it when you have a one year old running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK OF BEING SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4050463124839724429?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4050463124839724429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4050463124839724429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4050463124839724429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4050463124839724429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-i-thought-it-couldnt-get-worse.html' title='And I thought it couldn&apos;t get worse.'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1858968136533419272</id><published>2009-01-15T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:52:41.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From One Sickness to Another</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I thought I was getting better.  I really did.  It turns out I am just going from one form of sickness to another.  Last week when I was sick I was constantly coughing.  My coughing is almost gone (though not completely), but now my nose is very stuffy and runny.  So instead of coughing all day, now I am blowing my nose all day.  I must say though, that I much prefer blowing my nose all day as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to coughing.  Coughing really hurts your chest, stomach muscles, throat and makes you tired.  You can't talk when you are constantly coughing.  While blowing your nose, just makes your nose red and sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to be completely well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, Addison has been home now for two days and is doing great.  I was worried that she would want constant attention, considering that is what she got when she was at my mom's.  But to my surprise, when I have needed her to play by herself, she has done it without any problems.  And she still shows no signs of getting sick, Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1858968136533419272?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1858968136533419272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1858968136533419272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1858968136533419272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1858968136533419272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-one-sickness-to-another.html' title='From One Sickness to Another'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8685776217167664109</id><published>2009-01-10T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:32:14.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better &amp; Drinking Water</title><content type='html'>Finally I am starting to feel better.  I actually got somethings on my To Do List done yesterday and today.  I am still taking my medicine, but I am not sleeping all day long anymore and I am not coughing as much.  I even went out today to run some errands.  This is the first day I have been out of the house in a week (if you don't count going to the doctor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive thing that has come out of me being sick is I am drinking lots of water now.  I know you are suppose to drink around 8 cups of fluids a day (water is the best option, but doesn't have to be the only option).  Especially when you are pregnant, the doctors always tell you it is important to drink plenty of fluids.  Well while I was sick I was drinking about 120 oz or about 15 cups of water in a 24 hour period.  No, I am not kidding.  If I was awake, drinking water was the only thing that stopped me from coughing, so I was constantly drinking water.  My water bottle is 24 oz and I was drinking at least 5 of them in a 24 hour period.  At night alone I was drinking around 2 of my water bottles which equals 48 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am now only drinking 3 water bottles a day which equals about 9 cups of water.  But prior to getting sick, I didn't even drink a full water bottle in a day, so this is a mass improvement over what I was doing.  Hopefully I will be able to keep it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who are wondering, after a week of drinking that much water, your body gets used to it and you do not go to the bathroom all the time like you would think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8685776217167664109?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8685776217167664109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8685776217167664109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8685776217167664109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8685776217167664109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/feeling-better-drinking-water.html' title='Feeling Better &amp; Drinking Water'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4050995764329354437</id><published>2009-01-05T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:35:08.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of Being Sick</title><content type='html'>I am still sick.  Not only am I still sick, but I have felt worse today then I have this whole sickness.  I have been sick since last Wednesday (Dec. 31).  The doctor I went to on Friday said that I had a virus (which of course they can't do anything for) and that with rest and lots of fluids I would be feeling better by Monday.  Today is Monday and I feel horrible.  I called the doctor today and they said because I am pregnant they would prefer that I see my OB because they did not feel comfortable prescribing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for me.  They said my OB would know better what I can take.  I called my OB and THANK GOD, he was able to prescribe a cough syrup and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;antibiotic&lt;/span&gt; and I also have an appointment with him tomorrow for a check up.  I am so tired of being sick.  I haven't had a good night of sleep in days.  And my wonderful husband has been taking care of me and Addison and trying to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my sickness I do have two praises.  I am first thankful to God that as of yet Addison has not gotten sick.  I have been very careful around her and so far she has shown no signs of getting sick.  I am also thankful to God for my wonderful mother, who on very short notice (only a few hours) was driving to meet Daniel in Winston Salem to pick up Addison.  Daniel has to go back to work and I CAN NOT take care of a one year old in my current state.  So it is a huge blessing that my mother would be willing to take care of Addison for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next time I blog, I will no longer be sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4050995764329354437?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4050995764329354437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4050995764329354437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4050995764329354437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4050995764329354437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of Being Sick'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8746541378532213199</id><published>2009-01-02T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:59:05.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Growing TO DO LIST, AHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>These days I can never seem to get ahead.  My To Do List just keeps getting bigger and bigger and many of the items on the list have so called "due dates."  For example, we still don't have a room cleaned out for the baby.  I have 4 months (give or take a week) to clean out the office, make room in the bonus room, move everything out of the office into the bonus room and set up Addison's room, so that the baby can sleep in the nursery.  Setting up the room involves putting together an old crib that has no instructions and is probably missing parts.  We are very grateful that our friends gave us this crib, so we don't have buy another one, but I am not looking forward to trying to put it together.  Now, 4 months may sound like plenty of time, but I have been working a little each week for the past two months and have not made much progress.  We just have TOO MUCH STUFF and not enough room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I spend most of my day chasing after a 1 year old and just getting the day to day things done around our house, that really doesn't leave me much time on a normal day to work on my To Do List.  And when I am presented with a day that Daniel does not have to work and we don't have anything planned, I always get SICK!  Like yesterday.  We had nothing planned, Daniel was home, I could have gotten a lot of stuff done, but I was SICK.  I went to the doctor today and even asked the doctor;  "does resting while you are sick really make you get better faster or is that just what you are suppose to say."  The doctor looked at me funny for a minute and said; "no, resting really does make you get better faster."  Then she sent me home with no miracle drug, but a prescription to rest and drink lots of fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another item on my list, that is really concerning me, is not even something that I can do.  One of the posts on our front porch is rotting and needs to be replaced before it gives out (yet another unknown "due date").  I have no idea even where to start and Daniel is very busy, so he hasn't had time to get to it either.  We have know that we need to replace it for over 6 months now and still we have not gotten around to doing it.  I know that in 4 months, if it is not done by then, it is not going to get done for a LONG time.  I just don't know how much time we have left before it rots to the point of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to go through Addison's old clothes to see what a boy can wear.  We spent lots of time organizing Addison's clothes into boxes by age and labeling everything, so that for the next child it would be easy to get things out as we needed them.  What we didn't do, was organize it by "girly" and "gender neutral."  If we had been smart, we would also have divided out what was "girly" and what was neutral.  But since we didn't, I have to go through EVERYTHING, to see what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are just a few of the items on my To Do List.  And every week more items are being added, while not many are being marked off as DONE.  I am probably complaining more right now than I should be, but I am SICK and all I am doing is resting (doctor's orders), so what else do I have to do but blog about the things I should be getting done, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8746541378532213199?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8746541378532213199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8746541378532213199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8746541378532213199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8746541378532213199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-to-do-list-ahhhhhh.html' title='The Growing TO DO LIST, AHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6269412309494609043</id><published>2008-12-30T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:24:15.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Here is video of Addison's first trip to the beach. She had such a good time. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by an entourage of cameras. I had a video camera, Roz had a video camera, mom had a camera and Tate had a camera and we were all following Addison everywhere she went on the beach. 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type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day at the Beach'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3359497268817304247</id><published>2008-12-24T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:22:51.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Little Things</title><content type='html'>Addison does so many funny little things. Daniel and I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; by how much Addison makes us laugh. From trying to copy what we do, to just doing random crazy things. Well, today she decided that she wanted to wear mommy's shoes. She was actually able to walk around in them pretty well. Below are some pictures. More pictures are on &lt;a href="http://woods2002.googlepages.com/addison%27spage"&gt;Addison's Page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283510978892997906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SVLNPffLJRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83z41UErShs/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283511359951727650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SVLNlrCp7CI/AAAAAAAAAEE/p4h-WzuItn8/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/2123935511713017050-3359497268817304247?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3359497268817304247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3359497268817304247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3359497268817304247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3359497268817304247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/12/funny-little-things.html' title='Funny Little Things'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SVLNPffLJRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/83z41UErShs/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-2168689978333838948</id><published>2008-12-05T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:03:37.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>Yes, we found out today we are having a boy. We are very excited. He is healthy and we got some cute pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276411616431595762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STmUaNYmYPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S4dPbz4MiOU/s400/12-5-08_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276411249538883074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STmUE2mj3gI/AAAAAAAAADs/jiHfbIZQ5Lw/s400/12-5-08_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2123935511713017050-2168689978333838948?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/2168689978333838948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=2168689978333838948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2168689978333838948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/2168689978333838948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/12/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy, Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STmUaNYmYPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/S4dPbz4MiOU/s72-c/12-5-08_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5965684104914268594</id><published>2008-12-04T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:15:28.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison imitating Bailey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day after day Bailey lays in front of the fireplace. Well today Addison decided that she too wanted to lay in front of the fireplace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999078340744146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STgdNVPJ09I/AAAAAAAAADU/dIq1gvuQqLU/s320/Addison+in+front+of+fireplace+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999480669634578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STgdkwB1gBI/AAAAAAAAADc/Nu5OftzZSMM/s320/Addison+in+front+of+fireplace+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/2123935511713017050-5965684104914268594?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5965684104914268594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5965684104914268594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5965684104914268594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5965684104914268594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/12/addison-imitating-bailey.html' title='Addison imitating Bailey'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXegdQr04mw/STgdNVPJ09I/AAAAAAAAADU/dIq1gvuQqLU/s72-c/Addison+in+front+of+fireplace+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8432305467012957912</id><published>2008-12-02T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:56:59.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Summary of what has been going on</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know I am a horrible blogger. I haven't written anything in months. So I will try to give a short summary of what has been going on with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison had her 15 month doctor's appointment. She weighed 24lbs 4oz and was 32 inches long. She is still in the 90th percentile for height. The doctor said that Addison was doing great and was impressed with the number of words Addison knows already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison's list of words at 15 months: back, bath, dog, duck, nose, eye, mouth, thank you, banana, night night, no, more, momma, dada, hat, shoe, and book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may be saying more words, but these are the ones we understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a crazy trip just before Thanksgiving. In five days we went from Raleigh to Savannah, to Florida, to Myrtle Beach and then back to Raleigh. Addison did great. Thanks to a friend (thanks Trish) who let us borrow a DVD player, Addison was entertained for hours by movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Thanksgiving we went to visit my family in the mountains. I was sick the whole time. I think I had a stomach virus. I lost 5 pounds over one week, which normally would not be a bad thing, but since I am pregnant, it is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming Friday (Dec. 5th) we get another ultra sound and we should be able to see if the baby is going to be a girl or a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have added some new pictures to &lt;a href="http://woods2002.googlepages.com/addison%27spage"&gt;Addison's website&lt;/a&gt;, so check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is a quick summary of our lives right now. I will try to be better about blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8432305467012957912?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8432305467012957912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8432305467012957912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8432305467012957912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8432305467012957912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-summary-of-what-has-been-going-on.html' title='Quick Summary of what has been going on'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3006085618186312333</id><published>2008-09-30T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:01:54.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Doctors Appointment</title><content type='html'>We had our first doctors appointment today.  We got to see the baby and listen to it's heartbeat.  It was so exciting.  While we were looking at the baby, it started to move it's arms and legs.  It was so cute.  The doctor said that as of this coming Thursday (Oct. 2) I will be 10 weeks.  My due date is April 30, 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my pregnancy is going pretty well.  I am having mild morning sickness.  I didn't have any morning sickness with Addison, so I was hoping not to have any this pregnancy as well.  But like I said, it is very mild, so I can't really complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already wearing maternity pants.  Apparently your body starts getting bigger faster the second time around.  I am looking forward to being pregnant during the winter this time, as opposed the the summer.  Being pregnant in Raleigh, in the summer, is not fun.  Hopefully winter will be more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted on how the pregnancy goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3006085618186312333?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3006085618186312333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3006085618186312333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3006085618186312333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3006085618186312333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-doctors-appointment.html' title='First Doctors Appointment'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5305048224763666742</id><published>2008-08-18T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:43:41.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back!</title><content type='html'>Addison and I spent the last week in Marion with my family.  I was hoping we would get to swim all week, but we didn't.  This past week was the coldest week Marion has seen this summer, and the water was too cold to swim in.  But we still had a great time.  We had a birthday party for Addison, which was lots of fun.  Once I get pictures from Tate, I will post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't typically watch much TV, but all week I got hooked on HG TV.  Luckily we don't get HG TV here at home, otherwise I might not get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ate more junk food during the week I was in Marion then I have all summer.  I ate ice cream, chips &amp;amp; dip, cup cakes, soft drinks, pound cake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; cookies, pigs-in-a-blanket, sausage and cheese ball with crackers.  And that is just the snack food that I ate.  That doesn't include the food I ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  So I will be going through junk food withdrawal this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;summarize&lt;/span&gt;, while we were in Marion I watched HG TV and ate junk food.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5305048224763666742?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5305048224763666742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5305048224763666742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5305048224763666742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5305048224763666742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-7028459427282613393</id><published>2008-08-08T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:43:44.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Today Addison and I were in the car and Addison was making very loud noises. She was happy, but she was being very loud. This situation reminded me of a story I read recently. This story was about two different moms. One mom walked by a window and noticed her daughter's figure prints all over the glass. This mom quickly went to the task of cleaning the figure prints off, annoyed that, yet again, she was having to clean figure prints off the window. Another mother walks by a window and sees her daughter's figure prints. Instead of cleaning them off though, she cherishes them. See, her daughter died recently and these figure prints that she used to clean off, she now wants to preserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving with Addison in the back making loud noises, I realized I could get frustrated that she was being so loud or I could cherish it. I know that there is a mom out there somewhere who would give anything to be in my situation and to hear their daughter or son making loud noises again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing me with Addison and help me to never take her for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-7028459427282613393?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/7028459427282613393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=7028459427282613393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7028459427282613393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/7028459427282613393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-3400402811843935482</id><published>2008-08-03T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:29:31.025-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LOWE'S</title><content type='html'>So, as I mentioned in my blog yesterday, we bought a fan for our living room. Yesterday evening Daniel worked on getting it installed. Because this fan has a remote control and therefore there are extra things you have to install to get it to work, the installation was a bit time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt; for Daniel. Once he got it install we turned it on and the fan worked great, BUT. . . the light did not work. We looked up online how to open the light portion of the fan. Try as we might, though, we could not get open the area where the light went. Daniel even went through the trouble of taking the fan back down (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!) so that we could try to get the light open while it was on the ground. We still could not get it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we are very frustrated, so I decide to call Lowe's and ask for help. Vince was the WONDERFUL Lowe's employee who answered my call. I told him the model number and he said he would look it up and call me right back. In less than 10 minutes Vince had called me back and explained how we should open the light. We had been doing it wrong, but when we tried doing what Vince said, we still could not get it open. I told Vince we still could not get it open. He then asked where we lived. Apparently we live in the same subdivision his sister lives in. Vince said that he would drop by today (Sunday) and see if he could open the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am a little bummed. I still really like the fan, but it would have been nice if the light worked. It is not the end of the world though, because we do have a lamp in the living room. Since Daniel and I really did try to open the light, exactly like Vince told us to, I am very doubtful that Vince is going to be able to do it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday at lunch Vince shows up at our door. On the first try, he gets the light open. To our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, there is not even a bulb in it. He says he as one in his car and he rushes out to get it. He kindly installs the light for us and puts it back together. We thank him and ask how much we owe him. He said nothing. We asked him a few times, was he sure, we didn't mind paying him for the light and his time, but he insisted that we not pay him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SJYhXQMtaOI/AAAAAAAAACs/KCrcK5QFLOQ/s1600-h/P1020441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230404700606392546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SJYhXQMtaOI/AAAAAAAAACs/KCrcK5QFLOQ/s320/P1020441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vince left Daniel installed the fan again and everything works and it looks great. If I was to buy a fan brand new from Lowe's, this would have been the fan I would have bought, if money had not been an issue. So, we got it for half of what we would have paid for it new and it works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so rare to find someone who is so willing to go out of their way to help perfect strangers. I hope Lowe's knows what a valuable employee they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for making everything work out perfectly, when it so easily could have turned out badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-3400402811843935482?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/3400402811843935482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=3400402811843935482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3400402811843935482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/3400402811843935482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-lowes.html' title='I LOVE LOWE&apos;S'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kXegdQr04mw/SJYhXQMtaOI/AAAAAAAAACs/KCrcK5QFLOQ/s72-c/P1020441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5713451439513242180</id><published>2008-08-02T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:57:43.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Morning!</title><content type='html'>This morning was wonderful. Early this morning the whole family headed over to a new playground near our house. When we got there, we had the whole place to ourselves. Did I mention that we went early in the morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison had never been to a playground before and this one had lots of activities for just her age. She was able to swing and go down a small slide (with daddy's help of course) and they had these drum like toys that she played with.  &lt;a href="http://woods2002.googlepages.com/addison%27spage"&gt;Click here to see pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from the playground a guy who was selling a ceiling fan on Craig's list called us back. I have been looking on Craig's list everyday for over a week hoping that someone would sell a ceiling fan that we would like. This one was perfect. It was black and very modern looking, which is what we need for our living room. The guy was asking $75 for it, which was a good price considering the fan, brand new, cost $128. We offered him $60, just to see what he would say, and he agreed to sell it to us for $60, YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! At 10:30 we meet him at Lowe's to get the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home a little after 11:00. We gave Addison a bath, which she loved. We feed her lunch and then put her down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was our morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5713451439513242180?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5713451439513242180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5713451439513242180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5713451439513242180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5713451439513242180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-morning.html' title='A Great Morning!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1975461187165758556</id><published>2008-07-31T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:59:10.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Last Lecture"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thelastlecture.com/"&gt;Randy Pausch&lt;/a&gt; died last Friday, July 25th, 2008. &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/LastLecture/"&gt;ABC News with Diane Sawyer&lt;/a&gt; did a tribute to Randy Pausch Tuesday night. While watching the tribute, I got extremely upset emotionally. The next day, I still felt very emotional. During my lifetime there have been many people who's life stories or accomplishments have been in the media, who I have considered great people, whom I have highly respected, who have died and it had not affected me this way. Why was Randy Pausch's death different? Why was I so emotional over his death and not the others? After considering it for a while, I realized it was not his death that upset me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between the other great people and Randy Pausch is that we got to know Randy's family and we witnessed his love and passion for his wife and children in a very intimate way. I realized I was not sad that Randy had passed, because all of us die at some point, I was sad because the Pausch family will no longer get to experience first hand their wonderful husband and father. Even more than that, I am sad that his children were as young as they were when he died and that at this age they can not quite grasp what an incredible man he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that his children are truly blessed with what they do have though. How many kids who have lost a parent can say that they have recordings of what that parent would have wanted them to know about their life. How many kids who have lost a parent have such intimate videos of how much their father loved their mother and how much he loved playing and spending time with them. How many children who have lost a parent can say that I know stories about my father's life because he recorded them for me before he died and therefore I know my father through his own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a way I feel his children are greatly blessed, but they have also had a great lose that no amount of recordings can replace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of a few days I have been able to work through my emotions and come to peace with Randy's death. And I did not even know him. I know from my own experience the hard days, months, years that are ahead of the Pausch family. I also know that the emotions they are feeling now, though they will lessen in intensity with time, they will never completely go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will surround the Pausch family with comfort and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1975461187165758556?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1975461187165758556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1975461187165758556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1975461187165758556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1975461187165758556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-lecture.html' title='&quot;The Last Lecture&quot;'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-1469414893318285670</id><published>2008-07-29T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:07:33.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STAIRS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Addison has discovered the stairs. This weekend Daniel found Addison climbing the stairs. So now we have to put something blocking them, so she doesn't climb them when we are not looking. We do let her climb them a few times a day, while we are right behind her. After just a few days of climbing the stairs, she has gotten very fast. We are still trying to teach her how to come down the stairs, but as of yet, she is only interested in going up them, not coming down them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe she will be a year old in less then a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-1469414893318285670?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/1469414893318285670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=1469414893318285670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1469414893318285670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/1469414893318285670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/stairs.html' title='STAIRS!!!!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-4989471904759740963</id><published>2008-07-11T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:29:25.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION MOMS - Babies R Us - exchanging bottles!!</title><content type='html'>If you have baby bottles that have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BPA&lt;/span&gt; in them (and most bottles do, even the expensive ones) you can take them to Babies R Us and they will exchange them for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BPA&lt;/span&gt; free bottles, dollar for dollar, no questions asked.  We took in all of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avent&lt;/span&gt; bottles and were able to get $72.50 worth of brand new, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BPA&lt;/span&gt; free bottles.  They didn't ask where we purchased them or how old they were or anything.  Now, the catch is you can only exchange them for bottles, nipples or bottle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;, but it is still a great deal!!!  They are not advertising this, so I think it is just spreading word of mouth and I don't know how much longer they are going to offer this deal.  You can call the Babies R Us store near you to get more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH FOR BABIES R US!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-4989471904759740963?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/4989471904759740963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=4989471904759740963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4989471904759740963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/4989471904759740963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/attention-moms-babies-r-us-exchanging.html' title='ATTENTION MOMS - Babies R Us - exchanging bottles!!'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-141559003163195033</id><published>2008-07-11T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:25:33.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my attention</title><content type='html'>Addison has learned how to get my attention.  I put her down for her afternoon nap today and as usual she started to cry.  I was downstairs listening to her on the monitor and she was just crying and whaling.  Then she suddenly stopped crying, a few seconds later she made this terrible screeching scream and then continued to scream in this horrible high pitch.  It sounded like she was in terrible pain.  I ran up the stairs as fast as I could, of course trying to think of what could have happened and trying to anticipate what I was going to find when I got to her.  My imagination runs wild sometimes, so I had these horrible pictures in my head of her bleeding or having a twisted or broken bone, etc.  I burst into her room and as soon as I did, she stopped screaming, smiled and reached out her arms for me to pick her up.  THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG WITH HER.  I checked her over just to make sure, but as soon as I picked her up she was all smiles.  Cleaver girl!  So of course I held her for a few minutes and then I put her right back down for a nap.  She again proceeded to cry, but after a while she finally went to sleep.  I just hope this doesn't turn into the story of the "Boy who cried wolf".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-141559003163195033?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/141559003163195033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=141559003163195033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/141559003163195033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/141559003163195033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-my-attention.html' title='Getting my attention'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-6986694702796503657</id><published>2008-07-10T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:02:30.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampers - No free diapers</title><content type='html'>When you buy Pampers products there is a code on the inside of the packaging.  You can register on the Pampers website and enter these codes in.  For every code you enter you earn points.  You earn a different number of points depending on what product you get the code from.  With these points you can purchase items from their website.  Most of the items are cheap kids toys or books.  But what we really wanted to save our points for was a free large box of Pampers diapers.  It takes 150 points to get the diapers.  It has taken us 3 months to save 52 points.  So it is going to take a while to get to 150 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I logged onto the Pampers' website and I noticed that they do not offer the free box of diapers anymore.  I am so upset!!  There is really nothing else on their website that we really want.  We REALLY wanted the free box of diapers.  I know that this sounds very petty, but if you have children you know how many diapers you go through and Pampers diapers are expensive.  A free box of diapers would have been REALLY NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can you do?  :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-6986694702796503657?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/6986694702796503657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=6986694702796503657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6986694702796503657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/6986694702796503657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/pampers-no-free-diapers.html' title='Pampers - No free diapers'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-5633772660249587025</id><published>2008-07-05T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:01:55.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally on Facebook</title><content type='html'>Okay, I finally did it. My friends have been telling me to set up a profile on Facebook and I finally did. It has taken me most of the day. First of all, it took me forever to find a picture of myself. I am always behind the camera. I couldn't even find a picture of me and Addison. There are lots of pictures of Addison with every other person you can think of, but very few pictures of me and Addison. Once I found a picture, then you have to add friends and then enter information about yourself. It is quite time consuming. And then once I had friends entered, I spent time checking out their profiles. So, needless to say, I have pretty much wasted this whole day working on my profile and looking at other people's profiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FINALLY HAVE A FACEBOOK PROFILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-5633772660249587025?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/5633772660249587025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=5633772660249587025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5633772660249587025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/5633772660249587025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-on-facebook.html' title='Finally on Facebook'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2123935511713017050.post-8368615017608843555</id><published>2008-07-04T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:43:45.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Addison's First Fever</title><content type='html'>Addison had her first fever on Thursday.  She slept in that morning, which is very unusual for her.  She usually wakes up sometime between 7:30 and 8:00.  I finally decided to wake her up around 9:00.  When I got her up, I could feel that she was VERY warm.  I took her temperature and it was 102.3.  I called and made a doctors appointment for 1:30 that afternoon.  Being a new mom and this being the first time Addison has had a fever, it did not occur to me to give her Tylenol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got up from her morning nap, she felt very HOT.  I took her temperature again and it was 104.3.  I called the nurse and she said to give her Tylenol and put her in a luke warm bath.  At this point, I realize I should have given her Tylenol earlier in the morning.  The funny thing is, the whole time she was awake, she was laughing and playing and acting pretty normal.  She was a little less active, but she was still her happy self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said she had a virus and since she didn't have an ear infection or anything wrong with her sinuses or throat, we just needed to wait it out, while keeping her temperature down.  Today (Friday) she has not had a temperature and seems to be doing well.  I guess we should consider ourselves very blessed.  Addison is almost a year old and has not had any ear infections or other sickness problems.  And even this virus that she had only lasted a day and didn't seem to bother her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving us such a resilient baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2123935511713017050-8368615017608843555?l=woods2002.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/feeds/8368615017608843555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2123935511713017050&amp;postID=8368615017608843555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8368615017608843555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2123935511713017050/posts/default/8368615017608843555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woods2002.blogspot.com/2008/07/addisons-first-fever.html' title='Addison&apos;s First Fever'/><author><name>Amy Ellen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
