<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691</id><updated>2009-12-31T17:22:11.387+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Strong and Courageous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-517617181505553248</id><published>2009-12-31T12:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:58:23.846+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The fever gets the best of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Photo fever that is. I just could not stand it any more! This blog is being avoided [by me!] because there's a lack of interesting photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've told you this more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though it's taking me an hour or two to download my camera card onto this arcaic dinosaur of a computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though I don't get to edit them the way I like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though I should be putting away laundry, or cleaning my kitchen, or figuring out why the beans in the crockpot are not softer after 4 hours on low, or labelling things for our garage sale [shameless plug, if you live near us, please come by my parents' place Saturday!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite all that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to post some pictures! I cannot blog to my liking without photos. I just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SzvpHvpE1gI/AAAAAAAAGOg/_ULpeAX3piw/s1600-h/IMG_7645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SzvpHvpE1gI/AAAAAAAAGOg/_ULpeAX3piw/s400/IMG_7645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Beach, Auckland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinataylorfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christina &lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; Levi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-517617181505553248?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/517617181505553248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/fever-gets-best-of-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/517617181505553248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/517617181505553248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/fever-gets-best-of-me.html' title='The fever gets the best of me'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SzvpHvpE1gI/AAAAAAAAGOg/_ULpeAX3piw/s72-c/IMG_7645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-220649151077330145</id><published>2009-12-22T07:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:28:26.961+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>I really miss having a computer with PSE7 or even Picasa capabilities. Since our laptop bit the dust (or at least gives us enough trouble that it's not worth turning on) we've been borrowing an old CPU from work, a monitor from church, with our own keyboard and an old wireless mouse. The computer is fine for internet... only. It probably could even handle a low res camera and no editing... but that's not what I want to do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been blogging much because I have no good pictures. In fact, I'm so frustrated by the lack of editing capabilities that I've all but stopped using my camera! I know. Sad. But until this computer issue is fixed, I don't see any reason to fill my camera up with creative images... as I can only download them straight to an external drive and wait until we have editing capabilities again. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! It's warm, it's sunny, Matt's sunburned, and we're Christmas shopping. What's that you ask? Am I done Christmas shopping? No. I wish I'd started earlier. But this happens every year, we wait - trying to figure out how much we will spend on Christmas - and by the time we pull some cash out of our savings account, its WAAAAAY too close to Christmas for my comfort. I end up awake at all hours finishing sewing projects, wrapping presents, and trying to make sure I got the things planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note to self: Naomi &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; needs her first toothbrush, the stockings need stuffing, I haven't bought some food for Christmas day, and there's still presents to &lt;del&gt;finish up&lt;/del&gt; start for my mum and sister].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the holiday spirit may be slighty lacking in the absence of snow, hot cocoa, real fir trees, and Christmas carols that fit the season, I'm tanking on Hazelnut coffee and Irish Creme coffee.... :D LOTSA coffee. *Happy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi's not walking yet, but she stands up without holding anything and stands alone for 10-20 seconds at a time. My mum said she thinks Naomi will give me first steps for Christmas. *Eye roll* We'll see. Hopefully we'll catch it on camera if she does. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-220649151077330145?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/220649151077330145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/uninspired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/220649151077330145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/220649151077330145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-770135886831304352</id><published>2009-12-13T08:20:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:35:50.800+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking out *Best Dressed Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Is it any wonder that Naomi won Best Dressed Girl at the Mainly Music Christmas party? The theme was Christmas or Party Clothes - which is really open for interpretation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4179608658/" title="IMG_7420 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4179608658_e584788c37.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7420" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I popped Naomi in her tutu and basted a few scrap pieces of tulle onto a stretchy headband - voila! - matching outfit. Havalah asked me "What is she supposed to be? A Christmas ornament?" Ha! That hadn't crossed my mind, I thought it was cute. Christmas ornament it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4179608980/" title="IMG_7435 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2645/4179608980_b8a9331303.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7435" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As much as "Angel" is easy with little girls, I was yawning over the idea. We'd done it before, so I tried to think of something else. Star! But the problem with "star" is that it did't have anything specific about it, so I drew stars on her cheeks with my *ahem, blue* eye liner. [That'll teach me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;READ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;the packaging before grabbing wildly at makeup in WalMart...] For the record, eye shadow, over eyeliner makes it last a bit longer, should you need to use it in place of facepaints! *Note to self, buy the girls face paint for Christmas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;*Oh yes, please note the red fingernails. She insisted on them yesterday morning. In.Sist.Ed!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4178847043/" title="IMG_7448 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4178847043_539f43575b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7448" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I am VERY pleased with this picture of me and Naomi. A/ It's hard to get a self portrait with my 50mm lens, so it came out ok, considering. B/My skin looks great! Considering that it's not fantastic this week, I appreciate that the picture looks better than it is. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4179609568/" title="IMG_7449 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/4179609568_1f9e82b717.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_7449" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Too cute! I love that Oceana knows exactly what to do with a guitar! She was so upset when the guitars were handed out and she missed out. I spied one up front [Ok, so maybe it was supposed to be the coordinator's guitar, but it was on the floor] and sent her up to get it. ;) Very, very, very happy girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Their Christmas party was fun, though they were really tired [it was an afternoon party, difficult when most toddlers and preschoolers have a rest time or naptime then]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-770135886831304352?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/770135886831304352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-out-best-dressed-girl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/770135886831304352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/770135886831304352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-out-best-dressed-girl.html' title='Taking out *Best Dressed Girl'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-7082110345521666745</id><published>2009-12-12T07:50:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T07:55:40.482+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Josiah's Senior Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKVAv_od7I/AAAAAAAAGMU/DH_nnNhun9g/s1600-h/IMG_7218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKVAv_od7I/AAAAAAAAGMU/DH_nnNhun9g/s400/IMG_7218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414053542168655794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKVAA_GhCI/AAAAAAAAGMM/XnYbkt_Ck1M/s1600-h/IMG_7142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKVAA_GhCI/AAAAAAAAGMM/XnYbkt_Ck1M/s400/IMG_7142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414053529549964322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_4agGDI/AAAAAAAAGME/KFTZe_vXgsA/s1600-h/IMG_7106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_4agGDI/AAAAAAAAGME/KFTZe_vXgsA/s400/IMG_7106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414053527248967730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_RN239I/AAAAAAAAGL8/b1zbuf0Nynk/s1600-h/IMG_7094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_RN239I/AAAAAAAAGL8/b1zbuf0Nynk/s400/IMG_7094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414053516726951890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_JitK0I/AAAAAAAAGL0/MgoCEMr0aa0/s1600-h/IMG_7305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKU_JitK0I/AAAAAAAAGL0/MgoCEMr0aa0/s400/IMG_7305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414053514666912578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to take my 18-year-old brother out for his Senior portraits this last weekend. He's actually a very easy guy to shoot! :) Josiah finished school a few weeks ago, and has been accepted to MIT [Manukau Institute of Technology, LOL] in the Maritime program. Si's on his way to becoming a ship's captain - specifically with interest in tankers and container ships. He's been a deckhand on the M/V Pacific Link for 2 years already, and loves being at sea. It suits him well. I'm looking forward to seeing what my awesome little brother will get up to in the future. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-7082110345521666745?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/7082110345521666745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/josiahs-senior-portraits.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/7082110345521666745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/7082110345521666745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/josiahs-senior-portraits.html' title='Josiah&apos;s Senior Portraits'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SyKVAv_od7I/AAAAAAAAGMU/DH_nnNhun9g/s72-c/IMG_7218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-6068634246468655168</id><published>2009-12-09T16:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:48:27.991+13:00</updated><title type='text'>8 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/Sx8eChryDEI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ViycgKJwyJ4/s1600-h/IMG_2509-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/Sx8eChryDEI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ViycgKJwyJ4/s400/IMG_2509-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long-ago photo. This is Oceana at 8 months and my brother Josiah who was 15 in this picture. Thank goodness he didn't stay with that mop-top-hairdo. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi will be 8 months old on Friday. Oh how time flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-6068634246468655168?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/6068634246468655168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-months-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/6068634246468655168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/6068634246468655168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/8-months-old.html' title='8 months old'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/Sx8eChryDEI/AAAAAAAAGLs/ViycgKJwyJ4/s72-c/IMG_2509-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-2916082428758344892</id><published>2009-12-06T07:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:27:31.773+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxqmEqw7bZI/AAAAAAAAGLk/o0gnVnPUo8I/s1600-h/IMG_5751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxqmEqw7bZI/AAAAAAAAGLk/o0gnVnPUo8I/s400/IMG_5751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceana in August 2008. Oh my goodness she's changed in just over  year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-2916082428758344892?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/2916082428758344892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2916082428758344892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2916082428758344892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxqmEqw7bZI/AAAAAAAAGLk/o0gnVnPUo8I/s72-c/IMG_5751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-2512873850000927221</id><published>2009-12-04T07:22:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:48:10.234+13:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to a comment</title><content type='html'>Last night a comment came in, asking why I didn't write more about what we do here. It got me thinking, and I've decided to share a couple things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/ Because I've been home on "Maternity Leave" since April, I haven't had a lot to report for myself. I tried to get back into the office in July, but because of Matt's job changing from part-time in the office (we were trading off, so I was home when he working, he was home when I was working) to the DTS I wasn't able to get to the office. We're [still] a one-car family, so when Matt went to the port for DTS on the ship it was the opposite direction to the office. I also needed a babysitter, and to this day only Matt and my mom have watched Naomi, and survived. Some girls from the DTS watched both of them, and apparently she screamed for 3 hours straight both times. Oceana's fine with just about anyone. But Naomi is exhausting, so I sort of gave up trying to get to the office. This will hopefully change when we move up to Oropi and are very close to the office (perhaps in the same building). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing a bit from home, namely &lt;a href="http://ywamshiptournz.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. The ship tour I've mentioned a few times has a blog, which Jada [our Media Liason who has been on the ship] writes, and I edit and post, link newspaper articles, and upload photos. It's not much, but it's what I've been doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a list of people to call for ship tour, and would you believe the Monday/Tuesday I was supposed to make those calls I was laid up sick with the flu. Wednesday I was recovering, Thursday I was packing for our trip, and Friday we were travelling. I felt like it was Murphy's Law! Ak! Thank goodness someone else was able to take on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/ Stretch &amp;amp; Grow. I'd love to share more about it. In fact, I think I will take my camera next week at the Christmas party and share some pictures of these beautiful girls. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18 months ago I went along to help out, and it was me and two other girls. The two girls had been there for a while, both with a toddler. Since May 2009 when I started coming, our group has grown like crazy!!! Each week Belinda - who runs it - text messages about 25 girls. We normally have about 10, which sounds small. No way! The room we have designated for our use has seats for 10. But then there's me, Belinda, and another organiser, Jo. And most everyone already has a child, some several children, and the rest have burgeoning bellies! It get so crowded, crazy, and LOUD! The kids range in age from newborn - 5/6. Obviously a few kids - maybe 2 or 3 - are already in school. But we've had to create a nursery/daycare group for 1 hour, because the noise level of our toddlers is so bad you can't hear anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bring in people to discuss subjects with the girls - who range in age from about 17 to 25. Over time it has become a Mom's-In-Crisis/Young-Mothers group because we usually get girls about 17+. The subjects discusses have ranged all over the place - but have included budgeting, parenting, grocery shopping, menu planning, cleaning, active play/health for children, how to bake bread, how to make baby food, and early childhood development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not an in-your-face Christian place, though the girls know we are Christians, and what our priorities are. But over time, we've been able to become their friends. We love them, love their children, care about their problems, and try to help them however we can. And they know we love them. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/ If you haven't had a look at &lt;a href="http://www.marinereachministries.com/"&gt;our website&lt;/a&gt; before, have a look now. It's still being tweaked, but I like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-2512873850000927221?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/2512873850000927221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-response-to-comment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2512873850000927221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2512873850000927221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-response-to-comment.html' title='In response to a comment'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-1671986958178378038</id><published>2009-12-03T22:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:54:29.578+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute not to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeKz0a3MFI/AAAAAAAAGKQ/WMSyVNROIao/s1600-h/IMG_6988.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK0U12cCI/AAAAAAAAGKY/Otkvv5OXxAo/s1600-h/IMG_6986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK0U12cCI/AAAAAAAAGKY/Otkvv5OXxAo/s400/IMG_6986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK0jpWfRI/AAAAAAAAGKg/npKgc6o_Mrk/s1600-h/IMG_6990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK0jpWfRI/AAAAAAAAGKg/npKgc6o_Mrk/s400/IMG_6990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK1O9CuyI/AAAAAAAAGKo/VaUhWKYH_F0/s1600-h/IMG_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK1O9CuyI/AAAAAAAAGKo/VaUhWKYH_F0/s400/IMG_6992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness I had fun with these shots! They're not great, they were dark, and I didn't think through them much. But OH they're cute! And uhm... can we please ignore the grass in my drive way? *Blah* Cobblestone is annoying... I sprayed it with weedkiller a week ago, but I'm still wait for it to completely die. I'll still have to pull them all. *YAY! ... not ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your visits over to TradeMe! And just a quick reminder that if you were wanting a tutu [in the US/Canada] you'll need to let me know before this weekend. This mailout will be the only one that will make it before Christmas. *WoopDeeDoo for delays in the mail from Christmas + International Mail*. As soon as I get a bouncingblossoms website/blog up, I'll stop posting about it here, and simply tell when I've posted something new over on the blog. But you know, that requires extra time. Anybody got some they wanna share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - EXCITING - Matt and I cleaned yesterday. I cannot explain what came over Matt, but he started purging. I'm talking we cleared Havalah's old room/the office/collecting place/landing spot for all things without a home. I'm talking about a full Hefty/rubbish bag of trash. I'm talking about a box of yard sale clothes and "stuff". I'm talking about the fact that the shoe closet has all matching, fitting, and often-in-use shoes. Oh my goodness! The laundry got put away, the computer/office/technology stuff got purged [superfluous chargers, an old xD card, and pencil bags], the coloring books got purged [why do we hold onto the crappy colouring books long after every page has been colored on?], the attic got straightened, the toy box was decluttered and purged, and the girl's bedroom was cleaned. All in one measly afternoon. Why oh why oh why does it take Matt getting into a cleaning mood for me to find the motivation to get this stuff done? I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care. Because right now, my house is looking pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi is standing up without holding anything, from a sit. *Oi...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi is sleeping a teeny bit better. I think I found the beginnings of a top tooth popping through. I think the teething is affecting her sleep, again. It makes sense. She slept 11-1, 1-5, 5-7 last night. That's TONS better than it's been. Here's hoping for a realllly good night tonight. Hear that Na? I'd kiss you a billion times for a 6am wakeup call. *Oh for the days that I never saw 6am in...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our artificial Christmas tree [bought off a Clearance rack last year] is about 5' tall, and tied via bungy cords only a small coffee table. How else do you keep the baby off the tree/ornaments.  :) It works... it's not perfect. But it works. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a baby shower on Saturday for one of the girls, K, at Stretch &amp;amp; Grow. She was in an abusive relationship when she had her first 2 children, and she's now pregnant with a 3rd. Her boyfriend is very supportive [he sounds wonderful, by the sound of things] and since she never got to have a shower with her first two babies, she's getting a shower this time! I'm excited to be a part in blessing her. I've pulled out my old yarn stash and am working on a baby hat for next winter. Baby's due this summer, but I always find the cutsie stuff seems to run out around 6 months, because everyone wants to buy the little teeny stuff. I just hope I can finish it in the next 36 hours, since it's only about 1" long right now.... Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl, T, from Stretch &amp;amp; Grow [PS. The teen mom's support group out church runs] was baptised along with her husband last Sunday! Absolutely awesome! So excited for her and their little family [baby#1 turns 1 soon and baby#2 is due in February]. And another girl, D, gave her heart to the LORD at T's baptism! I'm really excited to be a part of all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully getting a chance to shoot Havalah for Rock the Frock/Trash the Dress session this week and my brother Josiah for senior portraits soon too. ;) Lotsa fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm not alone, so I'll laugh about it here. My sweet, wonderful, absolutely amazing mother-in-law asked me what I wanted for Christmas. *Uh.....* I had to ignore her email for a day and a half because I couldn't think of anything! Ok, let's be fair. I could think of thigns, but they weren't for me. They were things like fabric so I could sew dresses *for the girls*, or a stuff to *build a business*, or ... see, not for ME. I asked for something for me, don't worry. I did finally email her back. Anyone else have trouble answering this question this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have opted for clothes, but for the first time in 4 years I'm IN my skinny clothes over a summer.... so I'm quite happy with my new-again-to-me-because-I've-forgotten-I-owned-them wardrobe! Summer 06 USA - Recently pregnant, not fitting skinny stuff by a mile. Summer 06 NZ -Less recently pregnant, but still not looking great, the closest I got to these clothes. Summer 07 - Pregnant. Summer 08 - Pregnant. Summer 09 - Skinny[ish], and definitely Not. Pregnant. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I now have learned to define skinny by what buttons barely, what buttons easily, and what buttons easily, but falls down over the course of 10 minutes. See, these are now sizes.... :) I think in"groups" of clothes, rather than #s now. And its been so long since I've been in ONE set of clothes, that I literally have a variety of sizes from 2 - 14 in my closet at all times. Um... Note to self: You don't wear them all. You need to pack that stuff away. ;) And not to self, it should not take 6 months to put the maternity pants away... Ahem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, that's enough from me tonight! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-1671986958178378038?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/1671986958178378038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-cute-not-to-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1671986958178378038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1671986958178378038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-cute-not-to-post.html' title='Too cute not to post'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxeK0U12cCI/AAAAAAAAGKY/Otkvv5OXxAo/s72-c/IMG_6986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-3253041438426672262</id><published>2009-11-30T23:01:00.009+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:42:14.363+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouncing Blossom Tutus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxOYOuVNiZI/AAAAAAAAGKI/R3KSzkCnf1Y/s1600/Bouncy+Blossom+Tutus+%26+Apparel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxOYOuVNiZI/AAAAAAAAGKI/R3KSzkCnf1Y/s400/Bouncy+Blossom+Tutus+%26+Apparel1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409834956124686738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way am I turning this blog into my store - but I wanted you all to know what I'm up to! In an effort to support our family and provide myself a creative outlet I've created Bouncing Blossom Tutus [and Apparel eventually...]. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here's my concept [I'm proud of this one!]. Tutus look like flower. You can call a tutu a princess skirt, a ballerina skirt, or a ballgown - but a flower is what it really looks like! So each color combination has a name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tulip - orange, yellow, and bright pink [pictured]&lt;br /&gt;Rose - red and white&lt;br /&gt;Iris - purple, yellow, and white&lt;br /&gt;Pohutukawa - red, white, and green&lt;br /&gt;Hydrangea - turquoise, seafoam green, and purple&lt;br /&gt;Daisy - white and yellow&lt;br /&gt;Peony - bright pink, light pink and purple&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Lily - yellow, orange, and brown&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea - light pink and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build*A*Bouquet where you choose your own assortment of 2-3 colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Available in sizes Newborn, Infant, 1T-2T, and 3T-5T [Email me if you need a different size]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Neat, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's also neat [word of the day ;)] is that these tutus weigh less than I thought they did, so shipping to the States is not as bad as I thought it was! If I sent 1 tutu, it's about $7 [NZD], but if I send 20 tutus, it's about $3 [NZD, per tutu]. I hope I'll be be able to send them in bulk lots. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, this is the plug, and then I'll leave it to being a sidebar. If you want a tutu, particularly if you want one by Christmas, please contact me via email on &lt;b&gt;bouncingblossom[@]gmail[.]com&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Newborn &amp;amp; Infant sizes - $20NZD/$15USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1T-2T - $25NZD/$20USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3T-5T - $30NZD/$25USD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Shipping will be about $5 [Items must be shipped 2x, once to the US in 1 box, and from their landing point to your home]. More on that if you email me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I put up my first tutu auction tonight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trademe.co.nz/Toys-models/Pretend-playing/Dress-ups/Fairies-princesses/auction-257393466.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.trademe.co.nz/Toys-models/Pretend-playing/Dress-ups/Fairies-princesses/auction-257393466.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now, back to our regularly programming, where I forget about my blog for days and days at a time and then apologize through multiple pictures of my adorable children. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7029247928009946691-3253041438426672262?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/3253041438426672262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/bouncing-blossom-tutus.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/3253041438426672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/3253041438426672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/bouncing-blossom-tutus.html' title='Bouncing Blossom Tutus'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxOYOuVNiZI/AAAAAAAAGKI/R3KSzkCnf1Y/s72-c/Bouncy+Blossom+Tutus+%26+Apparel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-8693965774091418728</id><published>2009-11-30T08:41:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:41:08.071+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxLOqCNtLlI/AAAAAAAAGJk/QgwK73Nmo_M/s1600/IMG_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxLOqCNtLlI/AAAAAAAAGJk/QgwK73Nmo_M/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613323969572434" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't get a chance to read our newest newsletter, it's the next post down. If you don't normally read them, please take the chance to read this one. I have said some things there that I'd normally not want to say, but because the work we do is more important than my pride, I've said it. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are slowly getting over their head colds. Last Tuesday the girls woke up with snot-factory, so we've been laying low. I took Naomi out Wednesday, leaving Oceana home. But other than that we didn't go out except to the grocery store and my parents house until Sunday. Stir.Crazy. :) But they're on the tail end of it now. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you might have seen my mention of splinter extraction last night. Oceana thinks there is no worse torture, and Matt went so far as to close our patio door so our neighbors wouldn't think we were killing her. The splinter had been in for weeks. Turns out we could have put a piece of raw potato on it overnight and it would have come out on its own. Hmm... we'll have to file that away for next time. Much better than the blood-curdling screams we were treated to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee. That's all. Doesn't make sense? Ok. I love coffee. I heart it. I could drink coffee forever and forever, amen. To quote the &lt;a href="http://marmite.co.nz/"&gt;Marmite &lt;/a&gt;ad, "Eets me FayvRit!". Despite the Kiwi claims though, Marmite is NOT me favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on starting up a small business. I've always wanted to sell my wares on a site like Etsy, but haven't followed through. Between the international shipping, and the time it takes, I didn't think it was a smart idea. But now I want to try. I'm still trying to decide if I can ship internationally, or rather if shipping internationally is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worth &lt;/span&gt;it. The business will be/is called Bouncy Blossom Tutus. The one at the top is just a play thing I made up, it's not how the BB Tutus will/do look. But I'll post pictures when I do get up and running, whether I sell in the US and abroad, or not. :) I guess at the end of the day. I can always sell internationally, the buyer just has to be willing to pay international shipping prices. Luckily tutus are pretty light :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is upon us. So that means my creative, sewing time of year is in full tilt. :) I'm doing a lot of remade clothing this year. Things like the shirt-dress I started making myself when I was expecting Joshua,  but never wore as I never fit it - which will now be a dress of sorts for Oceana. And the bottoms of my ripped jeans that became capris for summer have become a denim skirt for Oceana. And the hand-me-down skirt I never liked has become two pencil rolls and a tunic for Oceana. Hmm... I think I need to even things out and make something for Naomi, what do you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of selling on my bridemaid dress from Havalah's wedding. As pretty a gown as it is, I don't think I'll find another use for  full-length watermelon dress. Know anyone who needs a size 8 watermelon David's Bridal gown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any insight on a/ getting a baby to sleep through the night again? A month ago she was sleeping 11 and 12 hours through. Now she sleeps 8-11, 11-1, 1-3, 4-5 is awake, and 5-7. And b/getting a baby to eat more solids? She won't take solids from me, I've resorted to putting them out on her tray and letting her mangle them. Maybe she's not getting enough solids, so she tries to br*astfeed all night? *Tired Momma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Naomi just stood up without holding anything. I can't be sure, as I wasn't watching carefully. I would not be surprised... In fact, I won't be surprised if she walks before Oceana did, at 2 days sort of 9 months. Mark my words - that would be any day before January 8, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-8693965774091418728?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/8693965774091418728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-didnt-get-chance-to-read-our.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/8693965774091418728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/8693965774091418728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-didnt-get-chance-to-read-our.html' title='Some thoughts'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SxLOqCNtLlI/AAAAAAAAGJk/QgwK73Nmo_M/s72-c/IMG_6965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-1246187156272866002</id><published>2009-11-28T10:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:01:27.428+13:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2009 Newsletter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4139217428/" title="Nov 09 Newslettera by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2507/4139217428_414b6d8895.jpg" alt="Nov 09 Newslettera" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4138455325/" title="Nov 09 Newsletterb by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2562/4138455325_1480c3c59a.jpg" alt="Nov 09 Newsletterb" width="386" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click in to see them larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-1246187156272866002?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/1246187156272866002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009-newsletter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1246187156272866002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1246187156272866002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009-newsletter.html' title='November 2009 Newsletter'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-5309644341430074161</id><published>2009-11-25T22:55:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:04:38.960+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is for the weak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4031682752/" title="IMG_5433 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/4031682752_895da3aa0e.jpg" alt="IMG_5433 copy" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new pictures to offer you. I wish! But alas, we are having computer issues. My dear, sweet laptop, with whom I have a special connection, is on her last legs. We have a lender CPU from work, a lender monitor from church, and that works for basics - but it's barely got room for my Photoshop Elements, let alone photos. So I have photos on my camera, but none downloaded in 3 weeks. Ew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and Matt have colds. I have either allergies or a cold. Either way, we're going through tissues pretty fast around here. Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Naomi is cutting teeth again, she's drooling all over the show, plus the cold. Lots of unwanted bodily fluid over here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can imagine, between teeth and sickness and trip over the weekend, sleep is a precious, and RARE commodity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is for the week, you know that right? Did you also know that my precious mother-in-law prays for good sleep for her three grandchildren every day? She knows how important it is. :) Her prayers will be answered, some day. Probably not tonight, as I'm settling a sick baby already at 11:00pm. But I can dream, can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*zzzzzz.....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-5309644341430074161?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/5309644341430074161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-is-for-weak.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5309644341430074161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5309644341430074161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-is-for-weak.html' title='Sleep is for the weak!'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-987204791631458737</id><published>2009-11-17T19:14:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:34:14.203+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Kary &amp; Andreina</title><content type='html'>NaBloPoMo is getting out of hand, oh well. But you, sometimes stuff comes up. You know, like... Viral Stuff. Oh yeah! Oceana was a precious and generous little girl and passed on her sickness to me. Oh yay! I've been flat on my back for about 48 hours now. I'm really hoping that this is the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm able to get back to blogging like normal, here's what you've reallllly been waiting for. :) The bride and groom have seen their photos now, so you can see them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086745342/" title="IMG_6770-1 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2792/4086745342_8a7123749b.jpg" alt="IMG_6770-1 copy" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086744416/" title="IMG_6762-1 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2490/4086744416_dc3d5ba6b9.jpg" alt="IMG_6762-1" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086743056/" title="IMG_6747-1 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4085978855/" title="IMG_6655 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4085978855_27579a322c.jpg" alt="IMG_6655 copy" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086732926/" title="IMG_6654 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/4086732926_823e0f0c6d.jpg" alt="IMG_6654 copy" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4085975827/" title="IMG_6652 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2787/4085975827_9a062dc705.jpg" alt="IMG_6652 copy" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4085974639/" title="IMG_6648 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4085974639_2ed5427e0a.jpg" alt="IMG_6648" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086728684/" title="IMG_6644 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2638/4086728684_ce8bb8be08.jpg" alt="IMG_6644" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086727520/" title="IMG_6632 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4086727520_43fc31372c.jpg" alt="IMG_6632 copy" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4085970719/" title="IMG_6904 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/4085970719_b7d53d0f87.jpg" alt="IMG_6904 copy" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4086724614/" title="IMG_6810-1 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2646/4086724614_d72c3bfa1c.jpg" alt="IMG_6810-1" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4085967863/" title="IMG_6735-1 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2614/4085967863_e645fd6195.jpg" alt="IMG_6735-1" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-987204791631458737?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/987204791631458737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/kary-andreina.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/987204791631458737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/987204791631458737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/kary-andreina.html' title='Kary &amp; Andreina'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-7145092951487185234</id><published>2009-11-14T06:13:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:15:59.924+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yes, let's do that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4036211859/" title="IMG_5526 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2572/4036211859_8bb7a2cfa0.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_5526 copy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4036211859/" title="IMG_5526 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have discovered, over the last week, that I often let my children control me. Eek! In fact, when someone I greatly appreciate and respect pointed out to me that I had said [several times in an hour] that "but the girls won't let me do that"...I got extremely defensive. On the inside I was making excuses, and explaining why that wasn't the case at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then I thought about it. And it's true. I often take the easier road, because I don't like tears, whining, and complaining. I want happy children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eversomuchmore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;than happy-in-the-moment children, I want to have intelligent, patient, caring, self-controlled, wise, loving, sacrificial children with impeccable integrity and character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So with that in mind, I'm changing the way I treat my children. I'm changing my reactions. I'm especially changing my tendency to react, rather than to respond. To stop saying in frustration "Stop it Oceana! Leave me alone!", and say calmly, "Oceana, we don't do that in our house. This is your one warning before Time Out." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last night I chose to follow a different method of CIO [Cry It Out] with Naomi and I finally won. My former method was to let her cry for 30 minutes and if she wasn't calming down at that point, I'd go upstairs and get her [Yeah, me and my white knuckles from 30 minutes of crying]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A friend recommended a different way, one that had worked for her [now 20 month old] son. Plunket [NZ Well Child Nurses] had suggested going up every 20 minutes, laying baby back down [she sits up now and cries, which makes this take longer!], cover them back up, but not to have any eye contact and not to talk. [Very Supernanny-esque, actually]. So I did that. I went up at 7:50 and 8:10, with no changes. Naomi cried for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But she went to sleep on her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I knew she was safe. She knew I was still there, which made me more comfortable with letting her cry for longer than normal. And she didn't get as hysterical as she does other times. Hopefully this will only take a few days of this hard-yards part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So that's what's happening over here, among other things, I'm changing my attitude, my reactions, and hopefully that will also change the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7029247928009946691-7145092951487185234?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/7145092951487185234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yes-lets-do-that.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/7145092951487185234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/7145092951487185234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yes-lets-do-that.html' title='Oh yes, let&apos;s do that!'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-5305783370385819871</id><published>2009-11-13T16:39:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:46:25.991+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal of the Day</title><content type='html'>This may come off a bit funny to you, or even icky, but I think it's just fine. I'm going to brag on my $$-saving-skills! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped in to City Produce [just in case there's some Tauranga visitors who want to know it's the one on Hamilton Street] around 9:30am today. We were on our way to Mainly Music at church, but I wanted to make sure I got whatever early morning bargains were there before someone else had picked them over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;City Produce always has a "Reduced to Clear" section at the front - for stuff that doesn't look as beautiful as it did it's first day in, or that's the last of it's kind. Today I walked away with a bag of tomatoes [not R2C], half a small cabbage, 3 pieces of silverbeet [10c!!! - think swiss chard my US friends], and 2x 2/3 of a telegraph cucumber [LOL, someone had broken 2 of them???] for $3.60 NZD [about $2 USD]. It wasn't what I was hoping for, but it was good just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way out of Mainly Music around 11:30am I thought I might just swing back by, because my mum had told me their bargain boxes were often out around that time. So I swing through the parking long and see 5[!!!] boxes by the door where they put their $2 boxes. These bargain boxes are probably 1'x2' and about 6-8" deep FULL of 2nds fruit. Today I walked away with 2 boxes for $4 and nothing short of kiwifruit, apples, pears, and oranges. We have fruit to last us at least 2 weeks. It's not all beautiful, but I cut the bad spots out, rinsed and dried them. They don't look beautiful, but they're just fine. Whatever we don't eat will be made into apple/pear sauce or orange juice and all for $7.60. Thankyouverymuch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-5305783370385819871?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/5305783370385819871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/deal-of-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5305783370385819871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5305783370385819871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/deal-of-day.html' title='Deal of the Day'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-1237341655564931551</id><published>2009-11-12T21:00:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:05:35.535+13:00</updated><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo Official Fail</title><content type='html'>Oh well. I'm still going to try and post more often. But I've missed another day which puts my count up around 3 now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot going on over here and I'm rather amazed that I don't feel any more overwhelmed than I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pictures from the wedding I shot on Sunday, just as soon as the bride and groom have seen them. They didn't take a long honeymoon, so I'm hoping they'll see them tonight, or tomorrow. I had a great time; I just feel bad that Naomi screamed for 3 of the 5 hours I was gone... Poor Matt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Latest and greatest around here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naomi is o.v.e.r. eating pureed foods by the spoonful. Nope. She has never been that baby bird with her mouth stretched on waiting for pureed-gunk - but now she alternates between raspberry-ing her food at me in disgust and clamping her jaw shut. You can only coax and prod so much before you opt for the "other" approach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*drop cloth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*naked baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*overturned bowl on high chair tray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*leave child to create her own amazing disaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eat your dinner in peace every night for a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*consider spraying down the baby and the highchair with a hose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*instead opt for a lot of wiping and scrubbing. Avocado looks like snot when it tries - for the record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-1237341655564931551?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/1237341655564931551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-official-fail.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1237341655564931551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/1237341655564931551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/nablopomo-official-fail.html' title='NaBloPoMo Official Fail'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-2494742586854828461</id><published>2009-11-10T19:32:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:37:07.815+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stellan</title><content type='html'>How do I even begin?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stellan, &lt;a href="http://mckmama.com"&gt;precious little one-year-old Stellan who belongs to MckMama&lt;/a&gt;, went into surgery today. There was some major scares in there. His heart stopped this morning - we're talking a flat line! His blood pressure was nearly non-existent. His surgeons couldn't get one of his catheters (towards his heart) in through his groin, so they had to "improvise". In fact, during his surgery it was a Hail Mary Pass that ended up working in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stellan is alive and well! His extra pathway (what causes his SVT - supraventricular tachycardia) has been completely destroyed and his AV node is without a scratch. If his AV node had been destroyed, which was a real possibility, Stellan would have needed a pacemaker for the rest of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But INSTEAD... he's perfect! He's still sick - mostly repercussions of the last 24hours of SVT - so keep him in your prayers. And it's not like this is Bang, The End, All Over for sure - &lt;i&gt;but it is the absolute best possible outcome to today's events!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-2494742586854828461?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/2494742586854828461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/stellan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2494742586854828461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2494742586854828461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/stellan.html' title='Stellan'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-6657806266759253574</id><published>2009-11-09T23:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:19:28.301+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My words are few</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Prayers for Stellan" src="http://www.preshwebdesign.com/images/stellanprayers.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Precious Stellan, who just turned 1 last week, is going in for his 2nd ablation early tomorrow morning. This was planned, sort of. There was a plan in place, but Stellan's finicky, stubborn heart threw a curve ball. His Tuesday surgery, is now early Monday morning. &lt;b&gt;Please keep Stellan, MckMama, Prince Charming, and their other three children in your prayers. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I don't think my blog needs any more words than these tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-6657806266759253574?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/6657806266759253574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-words-are-few.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/6657806266759253574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/6657806266759253574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-words-are-few.html' title='My words are few'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-5968112168750958650</id><published>2009-11-08T23:20:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:24:42.255+13:00</updated><title type='text'>More coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shot my first wedding today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride &amp;amp; groom - Andreina &amp;amp; Kary - understood they were getting two amateur hobbyist photographers. So that's good. I know we *caught* all the important shots. Now time will tell if we have *caught &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt;* all the important shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andreina wants to do her own editing, so I have a copy of the files unedited and ready to go. But in the meantime, my copies are getting tweaked! :)&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/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvabskSHgNI/AAAAAAAAGGM/8CUbl6gdNKg/s1600-h/IMG_6725-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvabskSHgNI/AAAAAAAAGGM/8CUbl6gdNKg/s400/IMG_6725-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401675993033703634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-5968112168750958650?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/5968112168750958650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5968112168750958650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/5968112168750958650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-coming.html' title='More coming'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvabskSHgNI/AAAAAAAAGGM/8CUbl6gdNKg/s72-c/IMG_6725-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-4013486711297112130</id><published>2009-11-07T16:19:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:24:45.789+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Good question!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvTng1RjZjI/AAAAAAAAGF8/G5ABZ9wWpFE/s1600-h/Andrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvTng1RjZjI/AAAAAAAAGF8/G5ABZ9wWpFE/s400/Andrea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401196404366599730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgtandmrshub.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c3029071260471438090" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgtandmrshub.com"&gt;Sgt and Mrs Hub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl. How are you still alive and walking after keeping those kind of hours?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super glad that Oceana doesn't have chicken pox... hope she remembers how to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I think with all that you earned a NaBloPoMo pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;-Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-footer" style="margin-top: -0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="comment-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-nablopomo-handslap.html?showComment=1257555458623#c3029071260471438090" title="comment permalink" style="color: rgb(104, 114, 48); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOVEMBER 7, 2009 1:57 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="item-control blog-admin pid-332702884" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=7029247928009946691&amp;amp;postID=3029071260471438090" title="Delete Comment" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(104, 114, 48); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;Starbucks Milk Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans&lt;/a&gt;. They may not be a healthy way to survive on no sleep--but it's certainly effective! Melody, my dear sweet friend and sister, you are my HERO for sending these this week. They arrived the day these sleep shenanigans began. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvTnhMWRxwI/AAAAAAAAGGE/GJ_wTIesxsM/s400/box-of-beans-300.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401196410560431874" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-4013486711297112130?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/4013486711297112130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-question.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/4013486711297112130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/4013486711297112130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-question.html' title='Good question!'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wE3YMeNZUbw/SvTng1RjZjI/AAAAAAAAGF8/G5ABZ9wWpFE/s72-c/Andrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-859602722067812685</id><published>2009-11-07T07:48:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:04:17.632+13:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 NaBloPoMo Handslap</title><content type='html'>Yup, I missed my first day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange though, because I was composing in my head while cleaning the kitchen last night. I had every intention of doing it. I guess I got distracted by Wild Hogs &amp;amp; We Are Marshall. We were part way through We Are Marshall when Naomi woke up. *Sob*...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's safe to say it now - we thought Oceana had chicken pox. On Wednesday I took the girls to Stretch &amp;amp; Grow - it's the teen mom's program at our church that I help out with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was fine when we got there, but within a half hour she was acting funny. She's usually a happy-go-lucky, ultra-excited kid, but that day she wanted to sit in my lap and whine. She asked me repeatedly to go home in fact. If you know Oceana in real life, you'll know that's something you never hear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't have a fever, but certainly was acting sick. I asked her at some point if she wanted to go sleep in the stroller. Shocker, she said yes! I would have gone home, but I was having a meeting after the group, so I really needed to stay. She continued to be fussy, even falling asleep on the couch in the reception area of the church for about half an hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend mentioned that chicken pox were going around, and I remembered a few red bumps I had seen that morning getting her dressed. *Panic!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The chicken pox/Varicella vaccine isn't offered in New Zealand, so Oceana hasn't had it. Even if it were, I don't think I'd opt for it.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could think was, "Great! I've been stuck home alone for 2 weeks, and now I'll be stuck for 2 more!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday she slept all afternoon. But this meant that she slept 8:30-4 overnight. She stayed awake from 4, but fell asleep at 11am on Thursday. She slept on and off all afternoon Thursday, and then threw up Thursday night. But the spots were still the same, no worse, no better, no more, and not particularly itchy. I'm thinking now that it's a combination of eczema and insect bites that happened to be noticed with a virus. And the trip word "chickenpox" had me up in arms quickly. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night she slept 8-3:30am. At 3:30 she woke up and then stayed awake allllll day.She didn't even have rest time Friday afternoon. I was sure she's sleep normally Friday night, but instead she was awake at 2am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am about ready to lose it! I've done all those awake hours, minus the 5-8 shift one of those days. She's watched a lot of movies, simply so I could lay on the couch and try to snooze. But you know it's not quality sleep... Oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, I fell asleep last night watching We Are Marshall, after I'd fed Naomi &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;, and put her to bed. Never remembered to post again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! I'll have trouble remembering my own name if I don't get some more sleep soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-859602722067812685?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/859602722067812685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-nablopomo-handslap.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/859602722067812685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/859602722067812685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-nablopomo-handslap.html' title='#1 NaBloPoMo Handslap'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-8238115628037963192</id><published>2009-11-05T22:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:47:08.701+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, you can love someone *too much*!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4063763462/" title="too much love oct 09 by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2735/4063763462_1996b1e02b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="too much love oct 09" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-8238115628037963192?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/8238115628037963192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-you-can-love-someone-too-much.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/8238115628037963192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/8238115628037963192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-you-can-love-someone-too-much.html' title='Yes, you can love someone *too much*!'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-4351072772432858788</id><published>2009-11-04T22:49:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:08:19.157+13:00</updated><title type='text'>That Mom</title><content type='html'>Are you &lt;i&gt;THAT &lt;/i&gt;Mom? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;THAT &lt;/i&gt;Mom. I can't be sure whether I am proud of my status, or if I am simply comfortable with my title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that truth of the matter is that &lt;i&gt;I am&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;THAT &lt;/i&gt;Mom ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who washes out ziploc bags and reuses them until they have holes in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who puts unfinished baby food in the fridge and reheats it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who cuts the bad spots out of apples and put them in the fridge for "cutting up apples". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who hands her kid a lunchbox full of veges and fruit when other kids are eating stuff in plastic/foil wrappers. [Hey, she ate pear, carrot, celery, and caulifower! She only cared that I was eating chocolate cake, which I shared FYI.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who reuses her tea bags sometimes. - I am my mother. I am my mother. I am my mother. - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who finds Facebook, a cup of coffee, a piece of chocolate, and 30 minutes peace absolute bliss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who takes laundry off the line at 10:30pm because I forgot to do it 6 hours earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who hunted desperate for the cordless phone this week. It rang into the answering machine before I found it. The caller hung up on the answering machine, so I hit the "find" button and started listening for it again. I found it .... on the hook ... ** Oh yeah ladies, I was hunting for a phone that was ON THE HOOK! ** Clearly I have lost my mind. And my eyeballs, apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who gave up trying to feed the baby pumpkin and oats tonight after she repeatedly spit it at Matt and I, and instead gave her applesauce. When I realized the applesauce was being accepted readily, I stirred some of the &lt;i&gt;denied &lt;/i&gt;pumpkin and oats into the applesauce. Hehehe. Never mind that the pumpkin concoction already &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;applesauce in it to make it more pleasing. I guess she'll just live on apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who gets into cleaning fits once in a grand while. It usually ends well. Who am I kidding, cleaning fits always end with something being clean - so they always end well. :) Right now my kitchen gleams! [We shall not discuss the remainder of the house though...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*...who sincerely means it when I say, "If there was a fire, my family was out, and I had a chance to grab 3 things before I left the house, I would take my external hard drive, Joshua's ashes, and his hand/foot prints." [I often ponder why I would save Joshua's ashes from being &lt;i&gt;burned&lt;/i&gt;, since that seems ironic to me. But I think it's as though he's there, so I couldn't &lt;i&gt;leave &lt;/i&gt;him. On that strange note, when we leave for an extended time away, I insist that we put Joshua's ashes, the external hard drives - every family photo since 2005 - and his keepsakes in the fire-proof lock box.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*... Are you &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;mom? Leave your &lt;i&gt;THAT's &lt;/i&gt;in the comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-4351072772432858788?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/4351072772432858788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-mom.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/4351072772432858788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/4351072772432858788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-mom.html' title='That Mom'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-3201801976462763938</id><published>2009-11-04T06:59:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:15:13.952+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Little red dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had stopped at a walkway along the harbour to take pictures of the girls. While Matt was away I started sewing again. I had finished matching outfits for the girls and decided that they needed to have their pictures taken! I'm thinking these, or others taken in these dresses, will be our Christmas photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4063762706/" title="IMG_5739 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2693/4063762706_39bffe7d9c.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_5739 copy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She's such a cutie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Christmas dresses were always so much fun in the US, because they were just plain adorable. The velvets, the lace, the plaids. But it's summer here, during Christmas, so the dresses available in the US just aren't practical. So these are the official Christmas dresses this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4072212311/" title="IMG_5772 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2581/4072212311_0746176999.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_5772 copy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The hearts just begged to be added...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4072964090/" title="IMG_5742 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2677/4072964090_0ef8b7de6e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_5742 copy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's Mt. Maunganui in the background. [Mong like Wrong, uh, new, ee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4072963022/" title="IMG_5719 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2599/4072963022_197aae8482.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_5719 copy" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I should have taken them out on a cloudy day, it wasn't good light that day. But they're cute, so it's okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4063014601/" title="from the side of the van by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2795/4063014601_ab9cb31bce.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="from the side of the van" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love this! It never occurred to me before, but since we have darkened side windows on our van, it's a really good reflection. As I was popping the girls back in their carseats, I saw an oppurtunity and took it. :) I like the way it turned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7029247928009946691-3201801976462763938?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/3201801976462763938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-red-dresses.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/3201801976462763938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/3201801976462763938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-red-dresses.html' title='Little red dresses'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029247928009946691.post-2144575460269423209</id><published>2009-11-03T00:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:00:52.086+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4063764750/" title="IMG_5703 copy by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2506/4063764750_357b790265.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_5703 copy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35481961@N04/4063764338/" title="bee sting by mnssams, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4063764338_ed1b9a0b9b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="bee sting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Oceana... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nana took her to the park on Saturday afternoon to play. This girl is in love with the park - it could keep her entertained all day, every day. She's also a fan of the no-shoes approach. But since Saturday it's been really easy to get her to keep her shoes on, or put them back on if she has a lapse in her memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Oceana jumped down off the jungle gym and landed in bark. We're pretty sure she must have jumped onto a bee, because her foot got splotchy and she cried and cried. Mom said she stopped for a little while, but then started up again. That sort of behaviour makes me pretty positive it was a bee sting. Dude, I've had bee stings - that's some serious pain over something so small!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana to the rescue though&lt;/b&gt;: With Naomi crying and Oceana adding her woes to the situation, Nana whipped up the bee sting remedy. Ever put baking soda and water paste on a bee sting? Apparently the baking soda helps draw out the poison and take some of the pain away. We came back to get the girls and Daddy got to hang out on the couch with Oceana while she took care of herself. It looked more like finger-painting-with-glue, but whatever works! Nana'd recently taken a first aid course and knew not to pinch the stinger out, but instead scrape (as painful as it sounds) across the foot with her nail to swipe it out. Apparently if you squeeze it, you can force &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; poison into the wound. Just passing on the sage wisdom of my Momma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I'm not a bad Mom for taking pictures of my girl - Daddy was doing a great job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn88/racheldurik/sus-sig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029247928009946691-2144575460269423209?l=mnssams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/feeds/2144575460269423209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/bee-sting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2144575460269423209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029247928009946691/posts/default/2144575460269423209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnssams.blogspot.com/2009/11/bee-sting.html' title='Bee Sting'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00498667136217421642</uri><email>mnssams@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12288895642473168328'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry></feed>