<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510</id><updated>2012-01-15T06:22:09.963-08:00</updated><category term='Dirty Scraps Challenge'/><category term='Home Decor'/><category term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happiness is Homemade</title><subtitle type='html'>A little bit about being a mama, a little bit about crafting, a little bit about my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Room Overhaul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year's Eve, Eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am going to start off the new year by overhaulin' my craft zone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Actually, my baby boy is ready to move out.&amp;nbsp; He has been with me since Day 1 and it's really hard for me to admit it's time.&amp;nbsp; My TV watching habits are interfering with his sweet slumber and we are tired of walking on eggshells every day so he doesn't wake up from his short naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, in order for this to happen, I have to give up my room.&amp;nbsp; I will be moving into our playroom area next week while my oldest is back at school.&amp;nbsp; The kids are already annoyed that I will be interfering with their play area.&amp;nbsp; I am trying to convince them I will only occupy one corner, but I think we all know better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stay tuned for updates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1899469846536403913?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1899469846536403913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1899469846536403913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1899469846536403913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1899469846536403913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/12/craft-room-overhaul.html' title='Craft Room Overhaul'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-3511890981359273993</id><published>2011-12-16T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:30:24.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Craft Well Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year when my inbox and all the blogs I read are filled to the brim when Christmas crafting ideas. &amp;nbsp;As a lover of crafts, you would think I would be inspired and love all the holiday goodness that comes my way. &amp;nbsp;But honestly, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not my favorite holiday, first of all. &amp;nbsp;I like it, but I don't like the stress, the money spent, the greediness of it all. &amp;nbsp;My family is not super religious, so my feelings aren't based on belief. &amp;nbsp;It's just, well, a lot of work. &amp;nbsp;I try my hardest to see Christmas through my children's eyes and that is was makes it enjoyable for me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to try and craft for the holidays, at least one or two new ornaments or decor. &amp;nbsp;This year, especially with having a baby, I decided to ignore the craft sales and ideas. &amp;nbsp;I know I won't have time, so I don't even peek. &amp;nbsp;Besides, I'm always stressed about finishing a project on top of the other Christmas activities we have to complete. &lt;br /&gt;I did make one item, early on. &amp;nbsp;An advent activity card set for my family. &amp;nbsp;It has been the best Christmas craft I have ever made! &amp;nbsp;I feel like each activity helps me get things done as well as gives them something to look forward to everyday. &amp;nbsp;But that's it. &amp;nbsp;Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Without the pressure of holiday crafting, I was able to finish 20 ATCs for a trade due in January, continue organizing my digital prints and make some birthday cards. &lt;br /&gt;My crafting time is so precious and so small. &amp;nbsp;Why waste it on unrealistic expectations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-3511890981359273993?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-1304698378508092473</id><published>2011-08-31T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:51:29.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Bag Book Covers</title><content type='html'>I ran across this a couple weeks ago and it brought back a flood of back to school memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://0.tqn.com/d/familycrafts/1/0/2/J/2/PBBookCover-st1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://familycrafts.about.com/od/homemadebooks/ss/PBBookCover.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting brand new books- Spelling and English (my favorites), Math (yuck) and History (I tried hard to enjoy it, but sometimes I was bored).&amp;nbsp; Taking my books home on the first day to carefully cover them with paper grocery sacks.&amp;nbsp; And then the labeling.&amp;nbsp; If I did not perfectly write the subject of the book on the cover, I had to start all over again.&amp;nbsp; I know, OCD, but it would bother me.&amp;nbsp; Later I would cover it with hearts, flowers, my friend's names and the always mysterious, "I Love ???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a favorite Back-to-School memory of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1304698378508092473?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1304698378508092473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1304698378508092473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hoo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;There is only a week and a couple days left of summer vacation. I am sad. I actually know some moms that were done with having their kids home by the end of the first week, but not this mama. I just hit the 2 year mark of my SAHM-dom and I am still grateful everyday I wake up that I get to do what I do. With that said, I finally hit a wall this past week. I declared, "Maybe I am glad school is almost back in!" My mild mannered 3-year-old has become 13 over night. He instigates almost every fight with his older brother. Older brother has reminded me I'm "mean," "a jerk," and of course, that I "don't love him." Of course my little sprout has been an angel. A very hungry angel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;After my declaration the other morning, I decided that separating my two oldest in different rooms wasn't cutting it. So I came up with this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/832/sdc14065i.jpg/" target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425px" src="http://img832.imageshack.us/img832/1520/sdc14065i.jpg" style="height: 425px; width: 423px;" width="423px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Inside those tents are two boys quietly building with Lego's. I decided to make their separation new and exciting by using the tents. They brought their own storage containers in their own tent. They couldn't copy, steal or otherwise destroy the others creation. It worked like a charm and the fighting was silenced for at least 45 minutes. I will be storing this in my mental file for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;So....How do you break up the fights and switch directions with the kids in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/148/sdc14061.jpg/" target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9248/sdc14061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8271095659003817695?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8271095659003817695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8271095659003817695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8271095659003817695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8271095659003817695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-week-left-of-summer-vacation-boo.html' title='One week left of summer vacation (Boo hoo hoo)'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-2342912800900218940</id><published>2011-07-04T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:49:50.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>It's the 4th of July- one of my favorite holidays. Not only is it a fun holiday to celebrate as a proud American, it's also the holiday that my husband and I celebrate our birthdays around. With my day on the 2nd and his on the 4th, it's guaranteed to be a few days of celebration, fun and of course, food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my birthday, I had some uninterrupted time in my craft room. What a gift! I made a quick decoration for my front door, a birthday card for my husband and started a layout. I'm still playing with the layout, so I'll post it later. In it, I'm sharing the story of how we share our birthday celebration every year. It's something we've done since we met and is a special tradition for us. It's worth documenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/4672/sdc13801n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 625px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/4672/sdc13801n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My front door decor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/19/sdc13803o.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/3441/sdc13803o.jpg" width="452" height="623" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday card...Wish I had more of this paper. I love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The final bit of red, white and blue craftiness comes from my kids. We colored rice one morning and then the next day, made a simple centerpiece for our patio table. I enjoyed making the rice when I taught preschool and knew my kids would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/24/sdc13782.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img24.imageshack.us/img24/6458/sdc13782.jpg" width="472" height="529" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Materials: Rice, Rubbing alcohol and food coloring &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For each cup of rice, I use about 2-3 T of Rubbing alcohol and 8-10 drops of food coloring. It's really up to you how intense you want the color to be. Mix all the material together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/641/sdc13781.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/7174/sdc13781.jpg" width="402" height="597" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Sticking out your tongue, optional)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread it out on wax paper to dry. It doesn't take long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/10/sdc13783.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img10.imageshack.us/img10/2834/sdc13783.jpg" width="313" height="752" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was dry, my boys layered the colors in jars and vases. It was super easy for even my 3-year-old. Throw in some flags or leave it plain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/713/sdc13795i.jpg/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img713.imageshack.us/img713/2937/sdc13795i.jpg" width="400" height="579" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a lot of leftover rice, so I plan on using it for collaging and using it for sensory experience. I am planning a card making party with a patriotic theme in a couple of weeks, so I will probably leave this out on the patio. It's fun to adapt to other holidays, such as Christmas, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you are enjoying the holiday and that it's full of fireworks and memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-2342912800900218940?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/2342912800900218940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=2342912800900218940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2342912800900218940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2342912800900218940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-7283966122234667480</id><published>2011-05-18T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:36:31.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you talked to your child today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As I was driving my son to school this morning, it was raining. Our drive is pretty short, but there was tons of traffic due to the elementary and middle school being on the same street. With my son being strapped into his car seat and the other two quietly enjoying the rain hitting the window, it gave us a chance to talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I treasure the moments when my son shares what is going on in school. It's the one part of his life that I can't fully be present in all the time. I usually have to drag information out of him to just get an idea of what he learned about and what he did with his classmates. And what I do get is usually about kickball, soccer or what he didn't like about his lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I try really hard to use open-ended questions (those are the kind where the answer is more than yes or no). As a former preschool teacher, I know the importance of this kind of communication to foster curiosity, language skills and self-esteem among other things. And you know what? Most people, especially children, like to talk about themselves! A few times a week on the way home from school I might ask: Tell me three things that happened on the playground today, Who was at your lunch table? What centers were set up in the morning? Today my son had mentioned that the teacher planned on waiting to take attendance on rainy days because of the traffic, so this was our conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: So what do you do while you are waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J: Mrs. T plays music and I go to the clip chart and move every one's clips for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: You move every one's clips? Why do you do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J: Because it's my job right now (this was news to me, BTW!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: What are some of the other jobs in the class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J: Desk checker and helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: What does the desk checker do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J: Looks for messy desks and gives out stickers (he went on to explain the collection of stickers at his desk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: What do you do after you finish your job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J: When the music stops, we sit down and get ready to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Tell me more about the music she plays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay, you get the picture. I got more information from him this morning than on a typical day. I have also found turning off the radio or walking to/from school help with getting him to talk. I want to know more than "How was your day?" Don't you? What are some ways you get your child or children you love to talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-7283966122234667480?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/7283966122234667480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=7283966122234667480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7283966122234667480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7283966122234667480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/05/have-you-talked-to-your-child-today.html' title='Have you talked to your child today?'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-7499124876350148493</id><published>2011-05-08T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:36:08.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mama's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to ignore the growing amount of Lego's on my living room floor as I enjoy some (almost) guilt-free time on the computer and hopefully get some (almost) guilt-free time in the craft room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a page I made back in 2004 for my first Mother's Day. There's my tiny newborn, now a big 7-year-old. He made me a Mama that year and I wanted to remember how special that first Mother's Day was for me. We went to walk on the Balboa Pier and get milkshakes. I was new at the BF'ing thing and I tried it on the pier. Of course, a huge gust of wind came in and blew off the blanket I was trying to cover up with. What a day. I have to say I'm MUCH more confident in my nursing skills and WAY more experienced with a newborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeaj0qREIU/TcbesbkxKbI/AAAAAAAAAos/3LfOAhJooGU/s1600/100_3847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604411641206745522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeaj0qREIU/TcbesbkxKbI/AAAAAAAAAos/3LfOAhJooGU/s320/100_3847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year for Mother's Day, I received a necklace from the boys. Since I am known as "Mama Birdy" around these parts, the necklace they gave me had a Mama Bird and two baby birds. Well, just a few months later, we found out we were adding another bird to our "nest." This morning I was surprised with a giant paper crown to wear and a new necklace with one more baby bird added to it. Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyFZGoCf4Qw/Tcbd5cAyvLI/AAAAAAAAAok/Jfkp_glhPEo/s1600/100_3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604410765150960818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyFZGoCf4Qw/Tcbd5cAyvLI/AAAAAAAAAok/Jfkp_glhPEo/s320/100_3850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am thankful for the many women in my life: The one that gave me life, the one raised me as her own, the others that have cared for and loved me just like a daughter, the ones that dream of nothing more than to be a mama and the ones that will be a mama someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgojQ6-u_SY/Tcbc4JbCIFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ShXZ2G9wW_M/s1600/100_3850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-7499124876350148493?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/7499124876350148493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=7499124876350148493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7499124876350148493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7499124876350148493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/05/mamas-day.html' title='Mama&apos;s Day'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QNeaj0qREIU/TcbesbkxKbI/AAAAAAAAAos/3LfOAhJooGU/s72-c/100_3847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-6093500594719450152</id><published>2011-04-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:57:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got a Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nshVNPtQFbY/Tbr8s3d-1xI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iF6-3SHkAVY/s1600/100_3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601066934322779922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nshVNPtQFbY/Tbr8s3d-1xI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iF6-3SHkAVY/s400/100_3580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmKrGI1BDg0/Tbr7yDonOaI/AAAAAAAAAno/yP4ZV1A9w8Y/s1600/100_3580.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hello there! I know it's been awhile. But you see, things don't always go as planned and one must be flexible. Really flexible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a planner. I have to be. Especially as a mom. Especially as a mama of a child with ADHD, who also needs plans. And a preschooler who needs to know what's going on (over and over again). And not a lot of everyday grandparent-ly help with the kids. So what do you do when you have a list of things to do, a time frame to do them and then the (slightly) unexpected happens?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. You go with it. (Maybe shed a tear or two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what happened almost 2 months (!) ago to our family. On February 28th, I woke up feeling "different." My water started leaking. Of course, I took my son to school first. It's a 3td time Mama thing I guess- no worries, no hurries. The next thing I knew, I was admitted to the hospital and on March 1st, Benjamin William was born into the world. But I had a To Do list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just had my "surprise" shower (save that for another time). The baby clothes weren't washed, my bag wasn't packed, my instructions for my awesome brother and his wife for the care of my other two wasn't complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Benjamin care? Nope. And I started to not care either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been remarkable from the start- the never ending morning sickness, the heartburn, the abnormal ultrasounds, the anemia. You name it. Why was his birth going to be any different? Born 4 weeks early, Benjamin was still a healthy 6 lbs. 13 ozs. He had a visit to the NICU on night 1 due to low blood sugar. He had a hard time staying awake for feedings. He had a blue bruise on his face that freaked me out. We came home for a night and he was re-admitted for jaundice. (That was awful, BTW. Telling a new, BF'ing Mama she can only hold her baby for 20 minutes every 2 hours or so? Watch out for mood swings and more tears!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today. Benjamin is a chunky 11 lbs. now. He went from swimming in newborn clothes to filling out 3 month outfits. He is a champion eater. Had kinda gotten the hang of night vs. day. Although the nighttime feeding did give me the opportunity to watch The Royal Wedding last night. He's pretty awesome. Oh and the cutest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think I should still wake up having a plan for the day, I am starting to truly realize with 3 boys, the plan is not to have a plan. You never know when you can sneak in a load of laundry, make a bed, or eat a meal. Now if I can only sneak in some craft time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-6093500594719450152?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/6093500594719450152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=6093500594719450152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6093500594719450152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6093500594719450152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-got-plan.html' title='I&apos;ve Got a Plan'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nshVNPtQFbY/Tbr8s3d-1xI/AAAAAAAAAnw/iF6-3SHkAVY/s72-c/100_3580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8020419309005399002</id><published>2011-02-12T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T09:13:25.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting and Dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IszDpJTIOOo/TVa_mTQMefI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ADEebZi2EPc/s1600/100_3518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572852253641701874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IszDpJTIOOo/TVa_mTQMefI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ADEebZi2EPc/s400/100_3518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8020419309005399002?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8020419309005399002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8020419309005399002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8020419309005399002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8020419309005399002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-and-dreaming.html' title='Waiting and Dreaming'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IszDpJTIOOo/TVa_mTQMefI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ADEebZi2EPc/s72-c/100_3518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-7736315726188634166</id><published>2011-01-30T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:26:54.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 (ish) weeks more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TUYqNHbBxzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ts_CteHDBNI/s1600/Dragon-Heartburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568184394109273906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TUYqNHbBxzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ts_CteHDBNI/s400/Dragon-Heartburn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This weekend has included the worst heartburn of my life.  Killer leg cramps.  A pulled muscle in my leg (did it at the library-SMH).  It wasn't all bad.  I had a fantastic time at the Fiskateer Tweet Up in L.A.  Spent time with my BF.  Made yummy Oatmeal Applesauce muffins for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But seriously, I'm done.  I am trying hard to enjoy this last pregnancy, but it is really, really hard.  I will miss the kicks and punches (not at 2 a.m. though).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In 8 weeks or so, I will be holding my new baby boy.  My life will not be the same and I am trying hard to enjoy all these moments and looking forward to the (heartburn free) new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-7736315726188634166?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/7736315726188634166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=7736315726188634166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7736315726188634166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7736315726188634166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/01/8-ish-weeks-more.html' title='8 (ish) weeks more'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TUYqNHbBxzI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ts_CteHDBNI/s72-c/Dragon-Heartburn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8778957231909002086</id><published>2011-01-10T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:44:44.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness in 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A good nights sleep (without needing to get up to use the bathroom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The excitement of my son going on a field trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My little guy surprising me with a freshly picked weed from the yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Leftover pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Seeing a baby bassinet in my bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Walking into a clean garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The sun shining on my belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The silence of naptime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Watching N paint and glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Finding some easy looking recipes for homemade soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8778957231909002086?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8778957231909002086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8778957231909002086&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8778957231909002086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8778957231909002086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiness-in-10.html' title='Happiness in 10'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-327279949976192649</id><published>2011-01-02T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:19:52.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TSERJIavM3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1WHsYCsryHM/s1600/December%2B2010%2Bat%2BBalboa%2BPier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557742263728026482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TSERJIavM3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1WHsYCsryHM/s400/December%2B2010%2Bat%2BBalboa%2BPier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As I'm writing this, it's raining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But this picture is from last week, on the Balboa Pier, where it was quite nice. Lots of tourists that day. If you squint, you can see snow on the mountains in the distance. Gotta love living in SoCal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of blogs and sites I follow have been sharing crafty goals for the upcoming year---there's the popular 52 layouts or 365 pictures. While I would love to attempt one of these, this is not the year. I have approximately 3 months until I have the baby. My goal for the year is pretty much survival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Learning how to manage 3 little boys, one a nursling, is what I'm thinking about. That nesting feeling is coming on, so I know in the next few weeks I need to go through the boxes in the garage and figure out what we need/want for this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are some things I would love to do, but I am trying to convince myself not to get down if I can't get there. They include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Create a Christmas 2010 Scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hang pictures on our still bare walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Somewhat organize our digital photos (long shot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Create a stash of cards for the year ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Participate in Fiskateer Tami's Hearts of Orange project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anything beyond that will be amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hope this year finds you healthy and fulfilled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-327279949976192649?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/327279949976192649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=327279949976192649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/327279949976192649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/327279949976192649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TSERJIavM3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1WHsYCsryHM/s72-c/December%2B2010%2Bat%2BBalboa%2BPier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-2354844624519170552</id><published>2010-12-24T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:14:46.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TRTQOHNuUmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/58VRxMqwS8I/s1600/100_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554293181328020066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TRTQOHNuUmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/58VRxMqwS8I/s320/100_3342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TRTQN8BuUII/AAAAAAAAAWs/EBl2uKutKj4/s1600/100_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554293178324897922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TRTQN8BuUII/AAAAAAAAAWs/EBl2uKutKj4/s320/100_3341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the scene on my kitchen table last week.  My older son spent his time before school planning out a very detailed war.  There is always a war, battle or attack going on in my house.  This setup was picture worthy to me.  It was the moment I think I realized this is my life...as a mama to almost 3 boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I may never have tutu's and mother/daughter mani-pedi's, I'll have tons of energy and laughter in my house, Lego's to dance around and a vast knowledge of Star Wars guys.  And of course, lots of sweet cuddly moments from my little men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and the hope for a possible niece someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-2354844624519170552?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/2354844624519170552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=2354844624519170552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2354844624519170552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2354844624519170552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-boys.html' title='3 Boys'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TRTQOHNuUmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/58VRxMqwS8I/s72-c/100_3342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-6948966739044382980</id><published>2010-12-12T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:25:34.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm (mostly) Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TQUBhjNFcVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fxHM6JyI4MY/s1600/100_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549843791701438802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TQUBhjNFcVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fxHM6JyI4MY/s320/100_3329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After 21 loooonnnnnggggg weeks, my body has decided that food is not the enemy and maybe I don't need to carry plastic bags where ever I go. I have hit the 25 week mark in my pregnancy today and I not only feel much better, but hungry like never before. That queasy feeling does make it's appearance, but only if I let myself get hungry. Which doesn't happen often, since I am always eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My family has the head cook of this operation back. I cook every night again. I cook breakfast- a lot. I have been baking. I have begun a new relationship with my slow cooker. I am trying really hard to eat protein and iron rich foods to deal with this cursed anemia that wipes me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I must put cream cheese on everything. It's wonderful. It's amazing how great you feel when that horrible sickness that consumed your every waking hour is gone. You see food in a different light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Now I'm starting some new little lovelies of pregnancy, but all I have to do is reflect on what I've been through and they seem small. The heartburn is worth the price to pay to eat enchiladas with hot sauce again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-6948966739044382980?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/6948966739044382980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=6948966739044382980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6948966739044382980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6948966739044382980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-mostly-back.html' title='I&apos;m (mostly) Back!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TQUBhjNFcVI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fxHM6JyI4MY/s72-c/100_3329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-5886213799614414293</id><published>2010-10-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:53:49.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, I finally finished unpacking the craft/office/stuff room yesterday after living here since August 2ND.  I am so proud of this accomplishment.  I walk by the room and just look.  And admire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am not a neat crafter, so I know it's a matter of time before it looks like it did two days ago.  I did have one item lost in the move.  My Fiskars Flame scissors that were RAK'd to me a while ago.  They are so cool and now they are so lost. I'm sure they are in some sort of something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Which leads me to this thought and goal:  I have A LOT of unfinished projects in that room!!!  I knew I did, but putting them back in the TWO crates made me sad.  I'm a quitter.  Well, almost.  I know my style.  I go to a crop, thinking I will finish one project.  I work on it all day and never visit it again.  It goes in the crate.  Crate is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have 5 months left until my little sprout is due.  As soon as I find out what this little one is, I plan on pre-scrapping a baby book.  3 kids=no scrap time.  In the meantime, I want to work on these unfinished projects.  I know some of them need some journaling, maybe a embellishment or two and they are done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why is it so hard to go back???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe I will post my finished projects...wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-5886213799614414293?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/5886213799614414293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=5886213799614414293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5886213799614414293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5886213799614414293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/10/unfinished-projects.html' title='Unfinished Projects'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8916833743715760848</id><published>2010-10-04T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:44:20.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost:  My creativity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One of the hardest things I've had to deal with lately, besides the daily puking and all around yuck I've been feeling, is losing my interest in anything crafty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;We moved in our new home and I started unpacking my supplies, excited to get back to it.  Then the overwhelming queasiness and tiredness took over and I haven't returned.  Well, a couple of times I've attempted, but it wasn't what it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Now, my stash is sitting in mixed up piles around the room, waiting.  The new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; I received for my birthday is there to greet me when I walk in and walk back out.  You can almost hear it sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The most I've done is make some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finger puppets&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags for N's birthday and started a pregnancy scrapbook for #3.  That's it.  I participated in a soon to be aired project with some fellow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;, but the whole time I was hoping that I would make it through without incident.  Oh and I made A CARD at a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CTMH&lt;/span&gt; open house.  Wow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am sort of jealous reading through some of my favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crafter's&lt;/span&gt; blogs and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; to see what they are making for Halloween.  I don't even know where my scissors are.  I've missed out on some fun crafting opportunities simply because I just can't right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Crafting, especially &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;, is my favorite me-time activity.  Anyone that knows me, knows this.  My new me-time activity is sleeping or making a permanent imprint of my arse on the couch because I'm too sick to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I'm hopeful that one of these days I'll wake up feeling better and the Crafty Fairy will have sprinkled me with glitter in the night and I'll be ready to crop.  Well, I guess it has cut back my crafty spending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8916833743715760848?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8916833743715760848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8916833743715760848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8916833743715760848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8916833743715760848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost-my-creativity.html' title='Lost:  My creativity.'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-6264989577109725408</id><published>2010-09-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:42:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As previously posted, I am in fact, growing another child.  I am entering my 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; week today.  I am also hopefully entering the second trimester with that supposed relief from all day sickness and the burst of energy that comes with it.  I'm waiting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you know me, you know in my mind I wasn't done with 2.  My hubs was.  I was turning 35 and time was ticking.  I know women have children much later, but I am not that woman.  So, when a few weeks after my birthday I had an inkling I might be with child, I was scared.  I knew that I had wished for another, but this was a real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt;.  This was a surprise to us, I mean as much as it can be (no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; here).  I kept telling my hubs that I think I am, I think I am.  And then I waited and waited to take a test.  Torture for him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So when it was positive, I wasn't surprised.  Just, once again scared.  Until I read a post somewhere about a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; situation.  A woman talked about her experience and it spoke to me.  She talked about looking at her newborn and knowing that someone, somewhere knew that the time was right for this baby to be conceived.  Even though at the time, the parents were newly married and still working out the beginnings of marriage.  There was a reason.  I know this is true for us too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I think as soon as this morning sickness passes (worst I've EVER had!!!) I can really wrap my head around this.  I mean, we found out, moved and I got sick all in the same time frame.  Yesterday I started working on a pregnancy scrapbook and peeked at maternity clothes online (I'm already showing).  I think it's starting to sink in and I think, no I know, I can't wait to meet this little guy or gal.  Think Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-6264989577109725408?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/6264989577109725408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=6264989577109725408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6264989577109725408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6264989577109725408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/09/growing-baby.html' title='Growing a Baby'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-3521957711930126534</id><published>2010-09-06T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:53:49.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is over...How did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today being Labor Day, I thought it would be a perfect day to review our fabulous summer. All the fantastic trips we went on. All the trips to the museum, the park, the beach. All the cook-outs we had. All the scrapbooking I caught up on. All the digital pictures I organized on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, we started off good. We did go to the park and beach. I started those digital pictures. Then about two weeks or so into summer vacation, life happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We found a nice, big house for rent down the street from where we lived. Buying was becoming a stressful nightmare. We woke up from the nightmare and decided to check out the said house. So, at the beginning of August, we moved. Now my guys can ride scooters with abandon, use sidewalk chalk and Laugh Out Loud without being shushed, glared at or given another citation for doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;About 2 weeks before we moved, life threw us another curve ball. And another life. Yep, it's true. #3 is growing as we speak. (Will approach that subject at a later date). And because my body is good at this baby business, it shows the love by making me extremely sick. Like, I can't leave the house or get off the couch/bed/bathroom floor sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I feel really bad for giving my kids a summer that didn't go as planned. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt; ended up as planned this summer. But at the same time, my boys got to spend lots of time just doing things with their daddy, going on a first father/son camping trip, eating countless meals in our first backyard, hanging out in the garage, enjoying their dad's cooking and grocery shopping buys, taking an art class and going on neighborhood adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hopefully, soon, we will be back to "normal." Whatever that means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-3521957711930126534?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/3521957711930126534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=3521957711930126534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3521957711930126534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3521957711930126534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-is-overhow-did-that-happen.html' title='Summer is over...How did that happen?'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8595010261090393667</id><published>2010-07-15T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:40:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Anniversary of SAHMdom</title><content type='html'>It's been (almost) one whole year since I stamped in on a time clock. One year since I fought the 91 to get to work on time. One year since I worried about what mistakes I would make that day. One year since I cleaned a bathroom that wasn't in my own home, while visions of the hours spent in college swirled in my head. One year since I had to answer to Miss Tanya. One year since I've had to deal with parents in custody disputes and crazy he said/she said phone conversations. One year since I had to sweat in the outdoors without a choice to go back inside. One year since I had to decide if going pee was worth the trouble it made. Whoa, I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a good month after leaving my job to detox from the stress I was under. I am not cut out to be a working mom. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I loved my job.  I loved the kids, the staff, the school.  I grew up with them:  got married and had my boys in the time I worked there.  I have a strong work ethic.  I give myself fully to my job and try to do my best everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a SAHM was what I wanted most in life.  After I had my first baby (like minutes), I was already worried about going back.  I was miserable.  The day I returned, I was a disaster.  I remember cleaning J's bottles after work and running around like crazy and thinking, "This is how it's gonna be?"  Of course, we adjusted. And then came Baby #2.  I had an overall easier time from the start. plus I acutally took time off before his birth to RELAX.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had that feeling that this was too much too handle and I wasn't being the mom I wanted to be.  I remember the day when my MIL and FIL came to visit.  They saw the madness after work, especially the days when I was pumping and defrosting and all that nonsense.  My MIL made a comment, which I can't remember exactly, but along the lines of, "When do you relax and just be with the boys?"  Because of our schedules, there was no time. This was not living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a year ago:  J was diagnosed with ADHD and we were wondering how Kindergarten would go and after school care.  It was really difficult to leave work if he was ill or needed us (for both of us, especially me).  My husband was confident we could manage on one income.  I was excited with the idea, but scared.  It was the best decision we've made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is a happy place now.  We all get along much better.  We eat better.  We have fun together.  We have time for each other.  I've made friends quickly, even though I was thinking I might not meet anyone that stays home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've survived almost one year on one income.  We had to cut out a lot of extras, but we have gotten used to it.  In a way, I enjoy being a bargain girl.  I have always been thrifty, but now I see it as a fun challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for an amazing husband that has worked so hard to give me this opportunity.  He will never know how much it really means to me. It doesn't make me want to cook anymore or keep the house any cleaner, but I know that I will have time to do these things and sit down and color a picture or go on an adventure in the neighborhood without worrying about what I need to do the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8595010261090393667?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8595010261090393667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8595010261090393667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8595010261090393667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8595010261090393667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-year-anniversary-of-sahmdom.html' title='One Year Anniversary of SAHMdom'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-1866917198533385542</id><published>2010-07-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:18:38.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TC3wI2jsK8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Kc-1hI_5Obk/s1600/232323~2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489307555709332418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TC3wI2jsK8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Kc-1hI_5Obk/s320/232323~2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, here it is. The day I've kinda been dreading. The day I turn 35. I'm not officially 35 until 7:02 this morning. And as I pointed this out, my teenage cousin said, "Well, enjoy it while it lasts." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know I'm not alone in this anxiety about turning 35. I have talked to many other women that dreaded it. For some, it was the idea that 40 is right around the corner. For others, it was the thought of not accomplishing goals that they dreamed would be met by now. All could laugh (uneasily) at the thought of now checking off the third box down on most surveys. But overall, the thing that bothered most in my quest for comfort was the whole, "Advanced Maternal Age" factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take my BF for instance. "Pixxiee" and her husband have been trying for &lt;strong&gt;years &lt;/strong&gt;to have a baby. I can not begin to understand how they feel every month when that unwanted visitor beats down her door every month. She is constantly reminded that time is tickin'. She was even informed that even in adoption, she is "advanced." Talk about pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The other couple of women I talked to both had their 3td child after 35. Both happy accidents. Both ladies wanted the 3td, but the husbands not so much. They got their wish. They also got worry and stress and lots of demands for their husbands to get taken care of immediately after #3 was born.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would love to add another little guy to our craziness. My husband is on the not-so-much bandwagon. I can understand why though.  One of the moms of 3 told me, "If you look at your family picture and it feels like someone is missing, someone is."  I like this.  I get this.  I sometimes see an empty spot in our little family.  I can dream.  No pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1866917198533385542?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1866917198533385542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1866917198533385542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1866917198533385542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1866917198533385542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/07/35.html' title='35'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TC3wI2jsK8I/AAAAAAAAAWI/Kc-1hI_5Obk/s72-c/232323~2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-5264492989519587270</id><published>2010-07-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:23:56.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Your Lemonade Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TCyuyaagztI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YzG5GX9IseA/s1600/100_3060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488954226965008082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TCyuyaagztI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YzG5GX9IseA/s320/100_3060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TCyuxE446uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yyX16C8DzGs/s1600/100_3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488954204006968034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TCyuxE446uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/yyX16C8DzGs/s320/100_3059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, Jake asked, "When can I have a lemonade stand?"  Since it's summertime and the livin' is easy, I replied, "How about tomorrow?"  His friend, Josh, was there and the two started creating a business plan.  It was going to open at 3 and close at 7, unless they wanted to go swimming, then it would close early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Tuesday at 3 rolled around after a long day of questions and scenarios presented by Jake.  What if no one comes?  What if too many people come?  What if I want to go swimming?  Unfortunately, Jake's silent partner (his little bro) was still napping, so the Grand Opening was postponed.  I contacted Josh's secretary (his mom) and let her know of the delays. She, too, had been hounded since 6:30 a.m. about the Grand Opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gave up on Sleeping Beauty and set up shop.  We didn't have lemonade (oopsie) and went with Crystal Light Cherry Limeade. Just as yummy, according to Jake.  Within minutes we had a customer.  Shockingly, a  neighbor who is either always yelling at her kids or giving us the evil eye drove by and noticed the stand.  Minutes later, one of her ultra-polite teenage sons came over and said, "I heard there was a lemonade stand."  My heart soared.  Thank. Good. Ness. Bless you and your cranky mom, you just made my day.  He paid a dollar and Jake poured about a tablespoon in to a Spongebob cup.  The teen said, "Thanks, that's all I needed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, Josh and his siblings and mom showed up.  His 3 year old sister sat in full diva mode in her tutu and glasses, never cracking a smile.  I think that kid drank about a gallon of the product that day.  We had one drive by customer (they actually backed up and got car hop service, nice) and two customers due to social networking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Dad paid for most of the cups, it was a fun day for all.  And I think we made it through without getting a citation from the HOA....&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/3305112493213737510-5264492989519587270?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/5264492989519587270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=5264492989519587270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5264492989519587270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5264492989519587270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-your-lemonade-here.html' title='Get Your Lemonade Here!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TCyuyaagztI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YzG5GX9IseA/s72-c/100_3060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-2607745001466131234</id><published>2010-06-21T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:40:49.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Do you have any summer traditions with your family/friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I got to thinking about this as I started planning a fun-filled summer for my easily bored, little guys.  Summer vacation started this past Friday, but summer starts officially today.  And what better celebrates the taste of summer than ice cream.  Better yet, (in my house) frozen yogurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I am starting a new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt; and doing something crazy with my family-having fro yo for dinner.  My 6 year old thinks this is crazy and rebellious.  All the reason more to do it.  I am a very picky mama when it comes to what my boys eat, so I'm letting loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I strive hard to create experiences and traditions for them that will  last them a lifetime.  Most of my memories of summer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;consist&lt;/span&gt; of babysitting my brother and then step-siblings.  Staying inside all day, watching hours of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt; movies and doing chores.  Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There are some good moments/traditions that I remember and still enjoy.  My birthday is near the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of July, so I would get to celebrate with family on the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; , complete with fireworks.  I waited for what seemed like hours as my dad made homemade ice cream on the driveway.  Last summer our family attempted making it in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; baggie.  Once the frostbite passed, the ice cream was yummy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope my boys remember their summers as fun, carefree times.  I hope they appreciate that I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for school to be out, just to spend more time with them.  Most of all, I hope that they enjoy our traditions &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to do it with their children someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-2607745001466131234?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/2607745001466131234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=2607745001466131234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2607745001466131234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2607745001466131234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-traditions.html' title='Summer Traditions'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-821133197648958653</id><published>2010-06-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:46:16.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Summer Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love scrapbooking. I hate my system of photos. It's not even a system. It's a disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ever since our first digital camera, it has been a nightmare to find the exact picture I want. Way back when, I printed pictures on our home printer. These pictures are now purple, if there is any ink on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then came Shutterfly, Snapfish and other printing services. I swear by these. Printing at home can get expensive and I just don't see the quality I see through these services. I am always watching the deals on these sites. They do offer some good deals. You know you order a lot of pictures when they offer you free albums, prints and gifts for being a loyal customer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, anyway, about my goal.  I want to organize all of my digital prints and save them in 3 locations.  I have too many and I know this, but I think I can do it.  I even started and completed 2 whole photo cards.  Yay!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And summer vacation just began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p.s.  I mysteriously received a magazine yesterday.  A crafting one.  Wonder who sent it?  A blog reader that saw my wish list perhaps???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-821133197648958653?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/821133197648958653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=821133197648958653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/821133197648958653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/821133197648958653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-summer-goal.html' title='My Summer Goal'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-3825602363142764043</id><published>2010-06-13T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:38:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Year Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TBUJHvQ5nWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/fRb_AmRCpNw/s1600/100_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TBUIxlOO5II/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6QSy-NCGU4/s1600/100_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482297769291867266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TBUIxlOO5II/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6QSy-NCGU4/s320/100_3020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, we have 4 days of school left. 4 days of Kindergarten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday, all us Kinderparents were sitting together in the multi-purpose room listening to what would be expected of our then preschoolers. None of us seemed to know each other. I was so worried about how many trantrums my 5 year old would have, how we would get homework done with his lack of focus and would I remember to keep his uniform clean and ready to go each day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was not only focused on the transition to Kindergarten, but my future transition into a SAHM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fast forward to the present. I have made friends with many Kinderparents. I was able to volunteer way more than I could have ever done as a working mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My son has not (as to date) had tantrums, received a citation, or recommendation for military school. He has become a math whiz of sorts. HE CAN READ. He has made so many friends that seem to accept his bossiness, um, leadership. We walk to school and there are children hanging out of their car windows screaming his name to say hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Homework has not been an easy task, but we've done it and turned it in on time! Yes, I said we. I think I should get an A for the amount of times I have said, "Focus!" and "Pick up your pencil from the floor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As this school year ends, I am so grateful for his amazing teacher, who is retiring this year. I couldn't have picked a more patient, fun and just amazing teacher for him. I am already missing her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Goodbye Kindergarten, hello First Grade!&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/3305112493213737510-3825602363142764043?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/3825602363142764043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=3825602363142764043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3825602363142764043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3825602363142764043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-year-wrap-up.html' title='School Year Wrap-Up'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/TBUIxlOO5II/AAAAAAAAAVg/c6QSy-NCGU4/s72-c/100_3020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-4250991119123102601</id><published>2010-05-18T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T08:29:42.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years of Wedded Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S_KxuFd2cbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XV-1L82lvK0/s1600/Mel%27s+wedding+photos+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472631902508052914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S_KxuFd2cbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XV-1L82lvK0/s320/Mel%27s+wedding+photos+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are celebrating by attending a 1st grade information night, cleaning up a pee'd in bed and watching, "Star Wars the Clone Wars."  Is this what I saw as I looked away from the camera in this picture?  Probably not.  But I wouldn't change it for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-4250991119123102601?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/4250991119123102601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=4250991119123102601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4250991119123102601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4250991119123102601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/05/8-years-of-wedded-bliss.html' title='8 years of Wedded Bliss'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S_KxuFd2cbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XV-1L82lvK0/s72-c/Mel%27s+wedding+photos+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-4563951937396777537</id><published>2010-05-09T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:31:11.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Scraps Challenge'/><title type='text'>Dirty Scraps Challenge #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S-d8h0XMAvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qrqsyJf-E6k/s1600/100_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469477192898183922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S-d8h0XMAvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qrqsyJf-E6k/s320/100_2935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been able to participate in challenges much lately. Between vacation, in-laws visiting and birthday parties, my life has been full to the brim. I decided to take some time today to work on the latest Dirty Scraps challenge. This one is about Compassion. I tried to recreate those family of stick figures that grace so many Mini-Vans and Suburbans....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journaling reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my life, I have had to "adjust" to different family situations- new step-parents, new step-siblings, new living arrangements- many, many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, guess what?  I am no longer that go-with-the-flow child.  I don't want to "adjust" yet, so I won't.  Give me time and space and maybe I will... (5/10)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-4563951937396777537?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/4563951937396777537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=4563951937396777537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4563951937396777537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4563951937396777537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/05/dirty-scraps-challenge-8.html' title='Dirty Scraps Challenge #8'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S-d8h0XMAvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qrqsyJf-E6k/s72-c/100_2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-5716540919923824831</id><published>2010-04-21T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:31:05.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish List</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while and really have nothing interesting to say, so here is my own personal list of scrappy wishes---in case anyone wants to make my dreams come true. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Glimmer Mist/Glimmer Mists Screens/Stamps...Anything related!  I tried this stuff over the weekend and it's pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;2.  A small butterfly punch...I love butterflies, what other reason do I need?&lt;br /&gt;3.  Fiskars paper crimper.  Easy and fun!&lt;br /&gt;4.  Alpha stickers.  Yes I have a million, but "X, Y and Z" will only get you so far!&lt;br /&gt;5.  7 Gypsies Painters Artist Tray... I have big ideas for this one&lt;br /&gt;6.  Small flower punch (rounded petals).  I bought (for some reason) some flower embellishments a while back and now that I'm trying to make my own embellies, I have no idea why I paid whatever I did for these.  I can make them, if I had this punch.&lt;br /&gt;7.  A new scrapbook mag.  I know, boring, but they can be $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are a million more things I want out there, but I'll stick to the small things today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-5716540919923824831?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/5716540919923824831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=5716540919923824831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5716540919923824831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5716540919923824831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-wish-list.html' title='My Wish List'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-1436209145741681862</id><published>2010-03-26T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:47:45.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten and the Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I did not grow up here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yorba&lt;/span&gt; Linda, I grew up in Orange.  We were certainly not well off, nor were the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;populations&lt;/span&gt; of the schools I attended.  All of my friends had working moms, just like me.  Outdoor Ed. and the annual carnival ('member those goldfish that would die by the time you got back from buying a bowl for it?) were pretty much the highlights of your elementary school career.  Good times.  But, oh, that's nothing now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; a meeting this week for the annual Kindergarten Ball at my son's school.  It started off great- info about the committees that would be formed, the "vision" of the party, etc.  But then the speaker got very serious and said she needed to warn us of a few things.  Last year, some children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; corsages and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boutonnieres&lt;/span&gt; from their parents.  Okay, whatever.  Big fancy party.  Oh and some arrived in limos.  Um, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt; me?  My mom friend and I looked at each other shocked.  I think I went into tunnel hearing at that point.  Mom friend said, "What do they do for prom?  Come in by helicopter?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We were also informed that the girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;usually&lt;/span&gt; very dressed up for this event.  I need to check out tuxedo rentals, apparently.  More (entertaining) importantly, what are the moms going to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1436209145741681862?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1436209145741681862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1436209145741681862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1436209145741681862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1436209145741681862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindergarten-and-prom.html' title='Kindergarten and the Prom'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-1249034249119920608</id><published>2010-03-24T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:02:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Scraps Challenge #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S6oasHkBspI/AAAAAAAAASg/f966E1NvNUQ/s1600/100_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452199644132127378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S6oasHkBspI/AAAAAAAAASg/f966E1NvNUQ/s320/100_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The 5th Challenge for Dirty Scraps is to scrap about a dream...a shattered one. When I was growing up, I had a set of dreams/goals and I have so far accomplished many. But this page reflects one that hasn't happened and bugs me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journaling reads:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the goals and dream I have set for myself, the one I have yet to reach is living in a house.  I don't even have to own it.   Just to have a yard to watch my boys play in, my own driveway and a place to entertain family and friends is what I dream most about.  I'm so tired of living "attached."  (journaling 3/17/10)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1249034249119920608?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1249034249119920608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1249034249119920608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1249034249119920608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1249034249119920608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirty-scraps-challenge-5.html' title='Dirty Scraps Challenge #5'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S6oasHkBspI/AAAAAAAAASg/f966E1NvNUQ/s72-c/100_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-6943421274295738164</id><published>2010-03-19T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T07:22:50.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant about Kids, HOAs and Obesity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;'Member when you could play outside till the lights came on?  You could ride your bike around the block and not get kidnapped?  You could have an ice cream and burn off all the calories in a single afternoon at the park?  Not so much anymore of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is not a new subject and it's debated on every day across this great fast-food nation.  When I taught, I was AMAZED at what some children brought to school to eat each day.  One little 2 year old had a steady breakfast of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, every day!  Another boy got a doughnut every morning, just so his mother wouldn't have to deal with his monster sized tantrums every morning.  Oh and the toddler who got soda in his bottle.  (BTW, soda doesn't work in bottles---the nipple inflates really big!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Now I know my kids don't always eat a perfectly balanced meal, but I try hard to make it better than the meals mentioned above and many more that I witnessed.  But I do try even harder to make sure they get time outside everyday.  Yesterday, my almost 6 year old complained he didn't get enough time on the computer earlier in the day.  Hmmm, that means more outside time for you mister!  He was literally at the door, begging to come in.  Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But here lies the problem...we live in a retirement community, wait no, a community of townhomes with like 500 children.  These children are supposed to stay inside all day, quietly.  Or so it seems.  We got a lovely letter from the property management company that basically said &lt;strong&gt;children at our residence were seen riding a wheeled toy.&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes, the rule was broke, but really?  Our constantly supervised child is not doing cool tricks off the handralls at the rec room no one is allowed to use without handing over their first born!  He is not wrecking the rodent invested plants.  He is not tearing off the stucco that is always falling off with a slight breeze!  No he is riding up and down our little sidewalk behind our place. Back and forth, back and forth.  Better than playing on the patio, which at times looks as if he is exercising in his prision cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We have neighbor-friends that live a few streets over, they have also gotten love letters.  That was until one of them helped the complainer on that street with the said rodent problem and the complaints have stopped.  Another neighbor-friend lives on &lt;strong&gt;the best street ever.&lt;/strong&gt;  There are about a billion (okay maybe just the 475 of the said 500) kids on this street.  They all play outside together.  The old people sit outside and watch.  It's a beautiful thing.  We travel over there just to play. Our street is BORING.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finding a fun street is SO going to be apart of our next move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-6943421274295738164?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/6943421274295738164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=6943421274295738164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6943421274295738164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/6943421274295738164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/03/rant-about-kids-hoas-and-obesity.html' title='Rant about Kids, HOAs and Obesity'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8188837068133967964</id><published>2010-03-08T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:56:38.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Scraps Challenges #3 &amp; #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;During the Oscar's, I took some time to work on a couple of challenge pages I had been wanting to do for Dirty Scraps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge #3: This was a challenge to complete a page with the theme, "Broken." I made my page about a broken friendship that really bothered me for some time...&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445833405890354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WpoQSQfzI/AAAAAAAAARc/Mj_zIEjeD7A/s320/SDC12879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Challenge #4:  This challenge was to complete a LO with the theme, "In Your Eyes."  This page is about something  my husband has told me several times, but I still don't believe it myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WoYJcsjUI/AAAAAAAAARU/uXwMPwak7lw/s1600-h/SDC12877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446444457181089090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WoYJcsjUI/AAAAAAAAARU/uXwMPwak7lw/s320/SDC12877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so loving the challenges!  They give me room to break out of my box.  These "emotional" challenges also serve as a sort of therapy to sort out things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WnTiL68UI/AAAAAAAAARE/M6LclYa2VJU/s1600-h/SDC12879.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WmPUwxECI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yGGLI0aZiTI/s1600-h/SDC12876.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8188837068133967964?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8188837068133967964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8188837068133967964&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8188837068133967964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8188837068133967964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/03/dirty-scraps-challenges-3-4.html' title='Dirty Scraps Challenges #3 &amp; #4'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S5WpoQSQfzI/AAAAAAAAARc/Mj_zIEjeD7A/s72-c/SDC12879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-2591941131997076714</id><published>2010-03-03T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:06:33.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What has Mama been up to???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pwb3T4qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/abIJcvNWSIA/s1600-h/SDC12875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444546017860248226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pwb3T4qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/abIJcvNWSIA/s200/SDC12875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        Making Home Decor&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        Organizing LO ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Color Coordinating CS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Organizing Supplies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Playing with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Going to a Crop and&lt;br /&gt;        getting something&lt;br /&gt;        accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pmpuAhEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OVgnok4Uot8/s1600-h/SDC12874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444545849780634690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pmpuAhEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/OVgnok4Uot8/s200/SDC12874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pllL89tI/AAAAAAAAAQU/StfDkXBuRMQ/s200/SDC12870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47plCH422I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pt5QvBL6rvI/s1600-h/SDC12867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444545821971897186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47plCH422I/AAAAAAAAAQM/pt5QvBL6rvI/s200/SDC12867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-2591941131997076714?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/2591941131997076714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=2591941131997076714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2591941131997076714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/2591941131997076714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-has-mama-been-up-to.html' title='What has Mama been up to???'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S47pwb3T4qI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/abIJcvNWSIA/s72-c/SDC12875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-3795841711627379236</id><published>2010-02-16T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:33:38.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love the Summer, er, Winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBBY3pmpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k3anj7wMgF0/s1600-h/SDC12843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438942098347367058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBBY3pmpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k3anj7wMgF0/s200/SDC12843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBBGOJwVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hFao9-c2YA0/s1600-h/SDC12842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438942093341475154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBBGOJwVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hFao9-c2YA0/s200/SDC12842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBATKc7YI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gxojD7pJNuY/s1600-h/SDC12841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438942079635746178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBATKc7YI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gxojD7pJNuY/s200/SDC12841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-3795841711627379236?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/3795841711627379236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=3795841711627379236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3795841711627379236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3795841711627379236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-summer-er-winter.html' title='I Love the Summer, er, Winter!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3sBBY3pmpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/k3anj7wMgF0/s72-c/SDC12843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-4215122166366156554</id><published>2010-02-15T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:33:31.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Baby Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This morning one of my former co-workers had her first baby.  I am so excited for her and can't wait to meet the little guy.  I am jealous of her 6 pushes and he's out, though!  :)  As I heard the news,  I reminisced with myself about those moments and how much I truly loved them and miss them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is the season for babies in our circle of friends...We know so many preggos that are due in the next two months.  It started with our nephew, Shivaya, who was born in December.  And now two more have been born, two more to go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next round starts this summer I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Who's next???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mother Nature is not-so-gently reminding me of my impending age.  Advanced Maternal Age.  She is giving me months of undeniable pain to gently poke me and say, "Hey, your eggs are on the road to expiration!"  That and when my children scream in unison, the eggs basket tightens up as to say, "Absoultely not, don't even think it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crazy how one day, you are at a child-bearing age and the next, you are ancient.  *shrug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-4215122166366156554?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/4215122166366156554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=4215122166366156554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4215122166366156554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/4215122166366156554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-baby-time.html' title='It&apos;s Baby Time!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-1973146916198379317</id><published>2010-02-09T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:09:17.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Valentine's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3F6diVhFDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dhlBQm3YGxM/s1600-h/valentines2010_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436260873064748082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3F6diVhFDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dhlBQm3YGxM/s320/valentines2010_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-1973146916198379317?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/1973146916198379317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=1973146916198379317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1973146916198379317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/1973146916198379317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-almost-valentines-day.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Valentine&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S3F6diVhFDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/dhlBQm3YGxM/s72-c/valentines2010_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-964897092443673664</id><published>2010-02-07T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:19:30.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Scraps Challenge #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S28RgY5cK-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/OnCN-ytNC7s/s1600-h/SDC12743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S28RgY5cK-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/OnCN-ytNC7s/s320/SDC12743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This page is for the Dirty Scraps challenge blog. The challenge was to scrap a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pivotal&lt;/span&gt; point in your life, good or bad. There were so many for me to choose from! Jake's diagnosis was the first one that popped into my head. I figured I wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt; it and just go with it. I'm so glad I did...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Journaling reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you do?  It’s not like he’s different today from yesterday, right?  Same kid.  Same challenges.  Same love and light of your life.  So you grieve a day or two when you realize your child isn’t perfect.  You already knew he wasn’t.  You’ve been dealing with the monster tantrums, the inability to focus, the non-stop energy for his 5 years.  Now it’s time to form a game plan.  How are you going to prepare for school, for home, for life?  It’s just a label really, but it opens up new opportunities and of course, the unknown challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake,&lt;br /&gt;We took a parenting/social skills class together after your diagnosis.  The first night we went around all shared what we admired about our children.  Many things that are hard for you or tough for us to deal with are overall qualities to be admired.  Your creativeness, your amazing leadership skills and kindness to all will take you great places.  We all need to learn how to steer you in the right direction.  This is going to be a long and winding journey, but we won’t give up on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journaling: 2/7/10&lt;br /&gt;Photo: 6/2009 @ CUIDAR graduation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" 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/3305112493213737510-964897092443673664?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/964897092443673664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=964897092443673664&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/964897092443673664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/964897092443673664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirty-scraps-challenge-2.html' title='Dirty Scraps Challenge #2'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S28RgY5cK-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/OnCN-ytNC7s/s72-c/SDC12743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-5223074299112465982</id><published>2010-01-30T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:46:56.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEK! A Mouse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I had a dreaded mouse run-in today! We had some family over for lunch and spent a lot of time outside playing 20 (!) square hopscotch, amazing at Nolan's hoop skills and fun in general. Well, everyone went home or in the house except Murray and I. We were talking about "stuff" and then as I was looking at her, a little furry white and black creature peeked out from the chair under her legs. The rest was a blur! I really can't remember what I said or did, except yell for my hero with a broom and no fear of rodents! Somehow we made it in the house, embracing and I was closing the blinds to protect the children (me) from the extermination that was about to be taking place.  The mouse (which was not small, according to hero with broom) met the broom face to face (or bristle and handle to neck) and is now resting eternally in a box in the community pool's trash can. Yes, hero with broom knows my fear of even a dead mouse and took the corpse to the furthest trash can.  Or he knows I would rather stockpile trash until trash day instead of the possibility of running across the dead mouse, in a box, while opening the trash can.  Yes, they can still scare me when dead and defeated.  So that was about 2 hours ago and I'm still recovering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;See, we had a mouse invasion in our house in the Fall and I have not recovered.  Give me a spider, a roach, a billion and two ants and I'm fine.  Give me the thought of a mouse and I'm done.  It ruined me for a few weeks and I am still paranoid as ever.  They literally made little holes in my walls!  No, not the cute ones with matchbook beds and tiny lamps, but really ugly holes.  (Thanks, Sue...still makes me laugh)  I think I was feeling better and braver, but this has set me back a few months.  Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-5223074299112465982?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/5223074299112465982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=5223074299112465982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5223074299112465982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5223074299112465982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/01/eeek-mouse.html' title='EEEK! 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Some of my top favorite moments with you include: your quick getaway when we entered the booth you were working when you saw us, the way you sucked your teeth at me when I said hello (I Will Kill You With Kindness) and the way you rolled into this weekends event in your little velour suit and "can you ever be original"  looking like little Miss OC with an entourage, ready to conquer the place like you own it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But listen up Missy, we got ours.  You were SHOCKED to see us, weren't you???  Yep, we were with the band that day, weren't we???  Yes, my friend with the funny name, you didn't expect us to roll in, be up in front of it all and be apart of something that you aren't, or at the very least don't deserve to be apart of because you do not have the good heart to respect other people in this arena.  Now, I didn't get to see the shock on your face, but from the story I was told, it sounded FANTASTIC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-7246155205157298852?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/7246155205157298852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=7246155205157298852&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7246155205157298852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/7246155205157298852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-crafty-snob-girl-open-letter.html' title='Dear Crafty Snob Girl (an open letter),'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-3552171203581958379</id><published>2010-01-18T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:56:01.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up for a challenge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SDdRnzurI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BOeqVsr7W8s/s1600-h/SDC12641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SDdRnzurI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BOeqVsr7W8s/s320/SDC12641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love a good scrapbooking challenge. I also love when scrapbookers scrap the not-so-good moments or use their scrapbooking as a forum for their true feelings, not just happy days or events. That's why I was immediately interested in joining my fellow Fisk-a-Teer, Pinky's, challenge on her new blog, Dirty Scraps. The challenge was to take an angry moment or peeve and put a postitive spin on it. This page was really hard to do. It was a horrible moment, but it happened. I might not share it with my children, but I had to get it out. (Warning: This is the "may offend" part of the blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Journaling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was supposed to be a memorial service for my grandma.  She didn’t want a funeral.  She wanted to be cremated, minus her wedding band.  We were going to eat her favorite foods, have a balloon launch and I was going to make an album of pictures from throughout her long life.&lt;br /&gt;But in the middle of this, my dad was leaving my step-mom, moving out and moving in with the woman he had fallen in love with.  This was a recipe for disaster.  I didn’t see it coming.  I should have.  I was overwhelmed with the sadness of grandma’s declining health, her death and the changes happening with my dad all at once.&lt;br /&gt;The day started off bad.  My dad was clearly medicated and grouchy.  The house was empty of his belongings.  Guess he moved out quick.  My grandma’s “wing” of the house was empty too.  Guess they moved her out quick too. &lt;br /&gt;The balloon launch, meal and speeches went along.  I stood holding up my dad (literally) as the woman he left and the one he wanted couldn’t stand with him.  After the ceremonial part was over, the music changed.  Everyone became loud and lively.  The alcohol flowed.&lt;br /&gt;I should have left then.  I felt it.  I knew that I was there for what I needed to be there for and I should go.  But I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the bench in the backyard watching my dad take shots from the kitchen window, with his ex and the new one.  They walked away, he looked at me and started crying.  I ran inside to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story is ugly. The part I strive to get past.  My dad was a screaming, emotional mess.  My step-mom was a weepy, Bible verse, spewing mess.  I walked in on my dad’s best friend and some trashy chick in the bedroom.  I was beyond angry, hurt and stunned.  How could my dad invite these people that didn’t know my grandma to the memorial?  They didn’t care.  How could his best friend give a speech on behalf of my dad and then turn around and disrespect the family?  Who were all these people drinking it up in the backyard?  They didn’t know my grandma!&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the now.  When I think of that day, I chose to take the positive high road.  I remember the balloons, the music and the happiness of inheriting her photos.  Now I can’t promise I won’t say anything if I ever run into his best friend and an almost chance encounter with the trashy chick made my heart pound, but I try to remember that day for what it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt; My grandma told me once, “They think I don’t know what’s going on, but I do.” (She was always up on celebrity gossip, for goodness sake!)  I know she knows we tried.  I think she knows who was there with love in their heart for her and her memory.  I think she knows her special girl (me!) would be okay, eventually…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" 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/3305112493213737510-3552171203581958379?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/3552171203581958379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=3552171203581958379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3552171203581958379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/3552171203581958379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-up-for-challenge.html' title='I&apos;m up for a challenge...'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SDdRnzurI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BOeqVsr7W8s/s72-c/SDC12641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-5594930186691093498</id><published>2010-01-13T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T07:25:13.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Decor'/><title type='text'>How much do I love the "Snorkel" line from Cosmo Cricket?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S03kLjBdXNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RIPiGi5hAiE/s1600-h/SDC12631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426244013082369234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S03kLjBdXNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RIPiGi5hAiE/s320/SDC12631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, I framed 3 of my favorite papers and put them on the wall.  My boy's bathroom is a bright, under-the-sea theme.  I have a very hard time finding the right wall art/decor and since we've lived here a year and a half, I thought it was time to decorate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea from Disneyland.  I believe it was in the baby changing room that they framed paper or wallpaper.  How easy is that?  You never know where inspiration will strike!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-5594930186691093498?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/5594930186691093498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=5594930186691093498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5594930186691093498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/5594930186691093498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-much-do-i-love-snorkel-line-from.html' title='How much do I love the &quot;Snorkel&quot; line from Cosmo Cricket?'/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S03kLjBdXNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/RIPiGi5hAiE/s72-c/SDC12631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305112493213737510.post-8064287857614542154</id><published>2010-01-11T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:08:09.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Hello out there in Blog Land!  So, I jumped on the blog bandwagon.  Now what?  Well, I'm hoping I can use this blog to showcase some of my crafty stuff, rants, raves and who knows what else???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to get into completing challenges for other crafty places, so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This might get ugly!  There is one blog in particular that is already getting me thinking about  confronting some "stuff", so it might offend some.  Who knows if I'm brave enough to do it though:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3305112493213737510-8064287857614542154?l=mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/feeds/8064287857614542154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3305112493213737510&amp;postID=8064287857614542154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8064287857614542154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305112493213737510/posts/default/8064287857614542154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamabirdy-happinessishomemade.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-out-there-in-blog-land-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MamaBirdy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18364247052958320671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TxUKQoelHoo/S1SF4zWKMPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmo2gKMHw5Y/S220/SDC12632.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
