<?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-35008027</id><updated>2012-02-14T05:29:38.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of April</title><subtitle type='html'>(based on a true story)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8264284604765292933</id><published>2012-02-07T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:26:26.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xHP9EuRdNI/TzHdNihY9oI/AAAAAAAABdI/FWmW1inYBUs/s1600/momcartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xHP9EuRdNI/TzHdNihY9oI/AAAAAAAABdI/FWmW1inYBUs/s320/momcartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706585427530020482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;As a strange follow-up to my previous post (which would seemingly indicate that I do not enjoy being at home with the kids...), I feel the need to put this out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;As we approach Anna's first birthday, I've noticed a lot of mama-friends heading back to work as their babymoons come to an end with their little one (or younger) year olds.  Some of them either have no choice or at least feel they have no choice but to return to the working-outside-of-the-home world. Some of them are eager to continue pursuing their careers, some of them possibly eager to get a break from the intensity of being home 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At this point in my life, I am so than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kful and blessed by the decision and sacrifices we have made and continue to make for me to stay at home with the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, I feel saddened when people say things to me like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, you're so lucky you don't have to go back to work&lt;/span&gt;.", or "W&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e could never afford to live on one income&lt;/span&gt;.".....  I might like to remind these people that it is a decision that hasn't always been easy for me or us as a family.  We've made serious sacrifices--financially, and otherwise in order to take this path.  These are decisions that many people could make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All things considered, I wouldn't change a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone in high school or college truly encourage or uplift the values and importance of caring for ones family as a career choice? Hm...no.  That would be sexist or something, right? ;-)  Sometimes I need a gentle reminder that I am worth more than what society would say I am (as "just" a stay-at-home mom).  I have struggled with this over the years since I had my first little babe in my arms, but I am more confident than ever in knowing I am where I need and want to be. More importantly, I am where I feel God has lead me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkNM-SJtC2Q/TzHct4ooHqI/AAAAAAAABc8/k8rrmdQqQKQ/s1600/annaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkNM-SJtC2Q/TzHct4ooHqI/AAAAAAAABc8/k8rrmdQqQKQ/s320/annaghetti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706584883710140066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked at little Anna tonight, I simply could not imagine sending her off to daycare as I once did with Joshua.  For those of you heading back into the working world...I feel for you, and understand the tugging on your heart each day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I only pray I will continue to grow as a mother and role model for these little ones who do not stay little for long....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**please do not be offended if you do not share my opinion. i have been on both sides and mean no harm. **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8264284604765292933?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8264284604765292933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8264284604765292933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8264284604765292933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8264284604765292933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2012/02/blessed.html' title='Blessed.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3xHP9EuRdNI/TzHdNihY9oI/AAAAAAAABdI/FWmW1inYBUs/s72-c/momcartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-292182396964002444</id><published>2012-01-31T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:14:44.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reminder to myself....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Simple Ways to Brighten your SAHM Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before you think that I hate staying at home with my beautiful children...stop right there.  I am proud of this choice, and wouldn't have it any other way. It is a blessing for me, and hopefully (most days) to my children as well.  Having said this...there are some days and weeks where I just find myself in survival mode-counting the minutes and hours until reinforcements arrive and/or bedtime comes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a stay-at-home mom is tough work, so I am putting together a simple list of things that brighten my day (and perhaps may brighten yours too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start the Day off Right.&lt;/span&gt;  Look after yourself! Get up early enough to have a shower, go to the bathroom, do your hair/makeup... and not be in a rush.  (I need to work on this one).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find time for God&lt;/span&gt;.  My day is always better if I have some quiet time with God in the morning.  Time to reflect, time to gather thoughts and courage to face the day armed with wisdom and strength. (this one also needs work...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the Sunshine in.&lt;/span&gt;  A beam of glowing sunlight making its' way into my living room always gives me a boost. Note...open the curtains at the beginning of the day for maximum results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put on some Music.&lt;/span&gt;  For me, this can mean anything from my own personal faves, to something the kids like.  Music often helps my kids play better on their own so I can get some stuff done, while also making my work more fun.  It helps create a happy atmosphere!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance!&lt;/span&gt; Dance with the kids. Dance while you fold Laundry. Dance while you do dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do Something Special.  &lt;/span&gt;"Something Special" to your kids isn't always something that takes a lot of time or money.  Have a tea party, play some Lego, build a fort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a Deep Breath.&lt;/span&gt; Try not to be so hard on yourself, and stop comparing yourself to other Moms!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch Date.  &lt;/span&gt;Invite your husband home for lunch and enjoy 30 minutes of adult conversation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phone-a-friend. &lt;/span&gt;Phone someone who doesn't mind the conversation getting interrupted 50 times in 5 minutes, and who'll love you anyway if you can't really have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get off the Computer. &lt;/span&gt;You think Facebook is helping you keep your sanity, but sometimes enough is enough!&lt;br /&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/35008027-292182396964002444?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/292182396964002444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=292182396964002444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/292182396964002444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/292182396964002444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2012/01/reminder-to-myself.html' title='a reminder to myself....'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3094009642306289988</id><published>2012-01-23T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:58:35.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is flying, and time to fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k83PEos-f9s/Tx2h5TWeaAI/AAAAAAAABak/anW7r3IlvBI/s1600/24%2BDec%2B2011_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k83PEos-f9s/Tx2h5TWeaAI/AAAAAAAABak/anW7r3IlvBI/s400/24%2BDec%2B2011_6252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700890709140072450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome to 2012 fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ends.&lt;/span&gt; Just how we got here so quickly, I'm not sure.  The blog posts are few and far between for various reasons, but probably mostly due to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lack of brain powe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.  We're now sitting only a couple weeks away from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anna's first birthday&lt;/span&gt;.  Our family has been experiencing life in Killarney now for about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  And as we often say...doesn't feel like that long but at the same time it feels like ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poxEVZ93vrg/Tx2ixepdzEI/AAAAAAAABaw/VDIMA8AExzk/s1600/25%2BDec%2B2011_6370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poxEVZ93vrg/Tx2ixepdzEI/AAAAAAAABaw/VDIMA8AExzk/s200/25%2BDec%2B2011_6370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700891674245188674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;goo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;. Busy, but good. We got a real workout in the hosting department, which had it's advantages and also disadvantages.  We were blessed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lots of company&lt;/span&gt; and some special moments with family and friends.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veT6zv6lqsU/Tx272atxuNI/AAAAAAAABcc/R0jCBoqaC6I/s1600/25%2BDec%2B2011_6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veT6zv6lqsU/Tx272atxuNI/AAAAAAAABcc/R0jCBoqaC6I/s320/25%2BDec%2B2011_6298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700919246879570130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alf had 2 weeks off of work, which initially seemed like a lot.  With all the festivities and a bit of travelling mixed in...it ended up not feeling like enough.  Some highlights? Christmas Eve church service with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;little lamb and super shepherd.&lt;/span&gt;  Visits with Aunty Kelsey, Papa and Grandma Hamilton and Great Grandpa Ron and Great Grandma Donna on Christmas day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Aunty Kelsey's dress-up attire&lt;/span&gt;.  Building &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Josh's h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ockey net&lt;/span&gt; with Papa and Daddy.  Playing games with Gr&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qllUOiV_0SQ/Tx2jJMFD-BI/AAAAAAAABa8/gO8_HspRXZ4/s1600/25%2BDec%2B2011_6265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qllUOiV_0SQ/Tx2jJMFD-BI/AAAAAAAABa8/gO8_HspRXZ4/s200/25%2BDec%2B2011_6265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700892081577523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eat Grandpa Ron, and enjoying Great Grandma Donna's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas pudding&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma Hamilton's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;gingerb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;read men!&lt;/span&gt; Singing Christmas in Killarney.  Playing with the ever-growing Archambault &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;baseball team&lt;/span&gt; of cousins. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jgduZ0mm7I/Tx20smQ073I/AAAAAAAABbI/w64yfpVY0MU/s1600/29%2BDec%2B2011_6463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jgduZ0mm7I/Tx20smQ073I/AAAAAAAABbI/w64yfpVY0MU/s320/29%2BDec%2B2011_6463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700911381599285106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(We do our best to make it bigger and bigger every year...) Uncle Ray's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;mmm mmm potatoes&lt;/span&gt;" song.  A special visit with Memere &amp;amp; Pepere in Ste. Rose.  Sincerely missed by me mostly...being at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Foxwarren&lt;/span&gt; for Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ0Flq4iQHw/Tx216mPgnNI/AAAAAAAABbU/yQIJlBuaqY0/s1600/30%2BDec%2B2011_6441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ0Flq4iQHw/Tx216mPgnNI/AAAAAAAABbU/yQIJlBuaqY0/s320/30%2BDec%2B2011_6441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700912721623555282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nswuAnnDWpw/Tx23rKbwO8I/AAAAAAAABb4/UvuuL241d2o/s1600/05%2BJan%2B2012_6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nswuAnnDWpw/Tx23rKbwO8I/AAAAAAAABb4/UvuuL241d2o/s320/05%2BJan%2B2012_6659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700914655483935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Some things of note about each kid at the moment:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying school and looks forward to his school days.  He is a funny little man and loves to make us laugh.  He is very much a thinker and often lies awake thinking about things he encountered during the day.  Sometimes his questions really catch me off guard and surprise me in a happy way.  Current favs include: reading on his own, SuperMarioBros Wii, mini sticks hoc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;key (still plays with a stick in each hand against himself), lego, cars, perogies and farmer sausage, &lt;/span&gt;making lists and checking them off.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7TCnPqmxxs/Tx22w_3d6BI/AAAAAAAABbg/TIeYlqGoCVY/s1600/01%2BJan%2B2012_6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o7TCnPqmxxs/Tx22w_3d6BI/AAAAAAAABbg/TIeYlqGoCVY/s320/01%2BJan%2B2012_6629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913656214972434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt; is growing up like crazy.  She is very determined, but also very loving and darling. She has been in love with princesses for a while now, and absolutely loves dressing up and dancing.  She can often be caught singing a made-up tune or singing pretty much anything to the tune of "twinkle twinkle" if she doesn't feel like making up a different tune.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vF-GTLfXEiY/Tx22xd8CqlI/AAAAAAAABbs/ygrGjfsxdSs/s1600/01%2BJan%2B2012_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vF-GTLfXEiY/Tx22xd8CqlI/AAAAAAAABbs/ygrGjfsxdSs/s320/01%2BJan%2B2012_6619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700913664287222354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; will be 1 in a couple of weeks and has been walking since before she was 10 months. (gasp!) She is enjoying her newfound freedom and being able to run around with the other 2 monkeys. She has her 2 bottom teeth and the 2 top ones are making a very painful and slow debut.  She loves to chat and is starting to say a few words beyond the babbles. She actually really adores baby dolls and gives them hugs, and also loves to clap to "if you're happy and you know it".&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSVdW-rUzY4/Tx24QQH7gHI/AAAAAAAABcE/kf4Zs8H3n7I/s1600/05%2BJan%2B2012_6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QSVdW-rUzY4/Tx24QQH7gHI/AAAAAAAABcE/kf4Zs8H3n7I/s320/05%2BJan%2B2012_6672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700915292666560626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf continues to enjoy the challenges of his new position, has been liking trying to get out to floor hockey on a regular basis, and as always is an amazing Dad and partner in dealing with kid challenges.  I am doing the same old thing. Trying to get out of survival mode, but find myself there a lot of days.  I miss Joshy when he's at school, but will admit I find the day more manageable when the kid to parent count is a little closer to even. I am so blessed by my new friendship with Nadine (aka: angel neighbour).  And the big news for me is that I have my ticket booked to fly out to Ottawa mid-February for a few days to visit my dear friend Larissa and family. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuVFf2zCqvw/Tx24-Y08X-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/cLU-EEAvZDQ/s1600/18%2BJan%2B2012_6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuVFf2zCqvw/Tx24-Y08X-I/AAAAAAAABcQ/cLU-EEAvZDQ/s320/18%2BJan%2B2012_6719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700916085276827618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. That was enough updating. Note to self...write on here more frequently.  ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3094009642306289988?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3094009642306289988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3094009642306289988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3094009642306289988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3094009642306289988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-is-flying-and-time-to-fly.html' title='Time is flying, and time to fly!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k83PEos-f9s/Tx2h5TWeaAI/AAAAAAAABak/anW7r3IlvBI/s72-c/24%2BDec%2B2011_6252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4837977092479623461</id><published>2011-11-27T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T21:46:30.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10WlmoRODbI/TtMgLvMbSmI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kYpA4t4Mik4/s1600/shutterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xMEq20hwzE/TmfLNEU3bDI/AAAAAAAABZU/rc4_tbsc0Gs/s320/07%2BSep%2B2011_5281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649707682919574578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8424671725059066196?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8424671725059066196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8424671725059066196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8424671725059066196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8424671725059066196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JIdWYplUCfQ/TmfLOpzufEI/AAAAAAAABZ0/tAGEFIb06f4/s72-c/07%2BSep%2B2011_5309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-943753459259260797</id><published>2011-09-05T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:50:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killarney Life</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are at almost 2 weeks into our new adventure.  It has gone by really fast in a whirlwind of unpacking, settling in and finding our place here.  The kids are doing pretty well with all the changes, but it will take time for them to realize that this is home now.  Caitlin still cries for the blue house a little each day, but she also loves the new exciting things that space and her own room here provide!  Josh is loving having his own room in the basement, as well as making new friends to ride bikes and jump on the trampoline with!  He will start Kindergarten(!) in two short days, and is very excited about it.  We have been really blessed by connecting with some extremely welcoming neighbors and families from church.  Heaps of wonderful garden vegetables, lasagna, and home baking have been left at our door! We truly feel so welcomed and it just makes me even more certain that God has much planned for us here. I am excited about new friendships and I have to try to keep my heart from planning too far ahead (does anyone else have that problem?). Alf is finding his groove in his new position, but for now is enjoying the change of pace from the busy Brandon RBC to the slower paced Killarney branch.  We have a lot of unpacking, sorting, purging and organizing left to do, but are still trying to take time to enjoy the last bits of summer in between boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly starting to feel like we are home. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-943753459259260797?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/943753459259260797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=943753459259260797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/943753459259260797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/943753459259260797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/09/killarney-life.html' title='Killarney Life'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2000011920779674499</id><published>2011-08-16T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:40:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to make Jenn S. happy again after reading my last post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dl-ai9HuR60" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2000011920779674499?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2000011920779674499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2000011920779674499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2000011920779674499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2000011920779674499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-make-jenn-happy-again-after-reading.html' title='to make Jenn S. happy again after reading my last post.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dl-ai9HuR60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5818389493299651252</id><published>2011-08-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:58:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little. Blue. House.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O37x9vvbEc0/TkstqLXtsRI/AAAAAAAABY0/j6gw7fnvAk8/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O37x9vvbEc0/TkstqLXtsRI/AAAAAAAABY0/j6gw7fnvAk8/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641653160841687314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have done us well.  I know I have cursed you and loved you in the same sentence many times over the years, but ultimately you are what we needed and more.  The time has come for us to let someone else need you now. These two Archambaults have become five, and despite the growing we would have considered keeping you if we weren't moving away.  Little. Blue. House.  I will miss you, and the era you represent, very dearly. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5818389493299651252?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5818389493299651252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5818389493299651252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5818389493299651252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5818389493299651252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-blue-house.html' title='Little. Blue. House.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O37x9vvbEc0/TkstqLXtsRI/AAAAAAAABY0/j6gw7fnvAk8/s72-c/IMG_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-90834567979937380</id><published>2011-07-27T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:03:16.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear City of Brandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7TqmX6lgGY/TjYpqovZxfI/AAAAAAAABXg/j4ogAE7o7t0/s1600/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7TqmX6lgGY/TjYpqovZxfI/AAAAAAAABXg/j4ogAE7o7t0/s320/brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635737796168238578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear City of Brandon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been a good home to me for almost 11 years now.  I had a hunch we'd have to part ways at some point, but now that the time has come...I realize how much I will probably miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the birth city of my best friend and husband- Alf. Moving here for me, was quite a random decision.  Funny how sometimes you think something is random, when really Someone up there has it all figured out for you. I am so thankful to you Brandon, for the life and opportunities you have given my husband while living and growing here (especially for the opportunity for us to connect and start our lives together).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon, you are my kind of city.  You know you are really just a big small town, but we know you like it when we call you a city - so we'll keep doing it. ;-)  You have been "the city" to me since childhood.  Funny that we used to drive an hour or more to get Subway or McDonalds here back in the day.  I wasn't going to tell you, but Killarney actually has it's own Subway...  Anyway, I just want you to know that I will always appreciate the way you seem to balance the "big city" options with the "small town" feel. I haven't experienced this balance elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite Brandon thoughts/memories? St. George's gang, German class at ACC, Queen Elisabeth Park, my place(s) on Lorne Avenue, The Riverbank, Lady of the Lake (the original), Stream N Wood on 18th, Rollerblading with Janet, Double-dating roomies, Folk Fest, Jerry's Bistro, neighborhood cat, welcoming each of my 3 babies into the world, BRHA Midwifery team, Ottawa Ave. Apartment, Bethel moms group, mini rental house, Little Blue House,Mini-U with Cheryl, Monday Night Crafts, Kidz Coffee House, College Advancement &amp;amp; External Relations circa 2003, Wahlee's, our wedding, Nightingale's Nest Junior Kindergarten, Richmond Park Church, Forbidden Flavours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for a long time, but mostly just want to say that I will miss you Brandon. And don't get me started on all the people I'll miss...&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/35008027-90834567979937380?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/90834567979937380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=90834567979937380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/90834567979937380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/90834567979937380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-city-of-brandon.html' title='Dear City of Brandon'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N7TqmX6lgGY/TjYpqovZxfI/AAAAAAAABXg/j4ogAE7o7t0/s72-c/brandon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7326024882740039794</id><published>2011-07-22T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:30:52.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cheesey little promo.</title><content type='html'>I made this little ditty as an entry for a contest at Tree Hugger Mama Cloth. My first attempt ever. Quite pleased actually. It doesn't quite display correctly in this window, so if you want to see the whole screen, go to youtube.  Hope you can appreciate the cheesiness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0og2PTUCQaA" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7326024882740039794?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7326024882740039794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7326024882740039794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7326024882740039794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7326024882740039794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/07/cheesey-little-promo.html' title='A cheesey little promo.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0og2PTUCQaA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8591110394758712311</id><published>2011-07-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:57:14.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 to Josh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdNhcvFRlVM/Thu1Niymz1I/AAAAAAAABW8/MKRUsZt8sus/s1600/09%2BJul%2B2011_4302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdNhcvFRlVM/Thu1Niymz1I/AAAAAAAABW8/MKRUsZt8sus/s320/09%2BJul%2B2011_4302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628291403611557714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My posts are few and far between, but I can't pass a chance to wish my little man a Happy 5th Birthday...even if it is a couple days late.  My boy is 5 years old, and so grown up!  We spent the day at a beautiful wedding in Ste. Rose (Alf's cousin Lisa) with family and cousins to run around with.  We shared some cupcake cake before the wedding, but Josh is really hoping to have a little party sometime in the next few weeks if only his mommy would get it together and organize something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Josh up to these days?  He is in love with hockey at the moment and spends a lot of time downstairs with a mini stick in each hand playing a game against himself. There is usually a lot of cheering and most games get up to 40 or 50 goals by the time he comes upstairs again. ;-)  Maybe when Caitlin gets a little bigger or perhaps more interested in hockey..that will be more fun for him, but honestly I think he quite enjoys playing one team with each hand. hee hee.    He still loves being outside, playing with cars, computer, and any board game or puzzle.  His cars tend to get a lot of time outs when he is playing, which might be reflective of real life right now ;-)  Josh is very musical, likes to dance sing and make rhythms.  He is a great big brother almost all of the time, and especially loves making Anna "goo" right now.  He'll be going into Kindergarten this year (yikes!) and is pretty excited about making ne&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GorGvP_Fy-g/Thu31zdQ7II/AAAAAAAABXE/sgg9TCbFSe4/s1600/IMG_2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GorGvP_Fy-g/Thu31zdQ7II/AAAAAAAABXE/sgg9TCbFSe4/s320/IMG_2507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628294294303468674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w friends in Killarney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my mommy heart...here is a photo of baby Joshy 5 years ago. Sigh. Love you Joshy! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8591110394758712311?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8591110394758712311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8591110394758712311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8591110394758712311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8591110394758712311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-5-to-josh.html' title='Happy 5 to Josh!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdNhcvFRlVM/Thu1Niymz1I/AAAAAAAABW8/MKRUsZt8sus/s72-c/09%2BJul%2B2011_4302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6648876074132446385</id><published>2011-06-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:56:25.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today i am very aware that i am a-</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. A girl or woman regarded as dull, plain, or unfashionable.&lt;br /&gt;2. A person regarded as colorless and primly sedate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it is one of those days. yes a shower would help, but there is more to it. i need to get my act together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6648876074132446385?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6648876074132446385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6648876074132446385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6648876074132446385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6648876074132446385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-i-am-very-aware-that-i-am.html' title='today i am very aware that i am a-'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1023089725637560161</id><published>2011-06-07T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:41:10.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlin May is 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69q_KvsuEoI/Te7EvdRHALI/AAAAAAAABWY/n9r0b8H7xWo/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615642104966873266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69q_KvsuEoI/Te7EvdRHALI/AAAAAAAABWY/n9r0b8H7xWo/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Friday my little Caitlin May turned 2 years old. Wow what a quick 2 years it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my ultrasound for her very vividly because it took place the day after my dear Grandma Edith May Hamilton passed away. A strange couple of days dealing with the extreme emotions of being present at the death of someone so special to me, letting go and the joy of new life growing inside of me. Caitlin May was given the same middle name as Grandma's, and the two will always have a permanent link in my heart. I would have loved Grandma to have met Caitlin, but that day will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caitlin is a pretty spunky little girl who can hold her own. Perhaps that is a requirement of the middle child? She is a little monkey and is WAY more into mischief than Josh ever was at this age. If there is something to get into, she'll usually find it. She is very interested in how things work, and loves to fasten, buckle, take-apart and put back together anything and everything. I am loving her ever-growing vocabulary, and the cute "fill in" parts of sentences that she adds when she doesn't know the in-between words. Of course, my favorite sentence being "I Yuv You Mommy". She is sensitive and very loving to her little sister, and often tries to sit with her big brother during his time outs (even when he got the time out for hitting her, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some favorites of the moment? Baby Dolls, B-bugs (anything bug-like), twirling around to music, everything chocolate, Little Einsteins, Mickey Mouse, Anna and Josh, pretty dresses, SHOES (and wearing them all whether they fit or not), talking on the phone to Grandma and Grandpa or pretty much anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you Caitlin, and Happy 2nd Birthday!! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1023089725637560161?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1023089725637560161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1023089725637560161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1023089725637560161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1023089725637560161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/06/caitlin-may-is-2.html' title='Caitlin May is 2!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69q_KvsuEoI/Te7EvdRHALI/AAAAAAAABWY/n9r0b8H7xWo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5829342590611825598</id><published>2011-05-13T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:04:23.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things About Being Evacuated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYoqxyoFu7c/Tc37VmWNgKI/AAAAAAAABWM/LN47oAtrxSI/s1600/April-May%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606413459635667106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYoqxyoFu7c/Tc37VmWNgKI/AAAAAAAABWM/LN47oAtrxSI/s320/April-May%2B029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well as most of you know, we've been evacuated from our home for an indefinite time period due to flooding concerns in our city. We are so thankful to have been put up at a hotel in a kids theme room--a space to call our own for the duration we are away. Although living in a hotel with 3 kids has obvious challenges, we are trying to make the best out of our mini "vacation". It would also be easy to write up a top 10 things we don't like, but let's try and be positive, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Things About Being Evacuated&lt;/strong&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;div&gt;10 Cable TV. (although I'm re-realizing how severely annoying commercials are...)&lt;/div&gt;9 King Size Bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 Someone else makes the bed and cleans the bathroom every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 A much bigger bathroom than home with a tub that you can actually stretch your legs out in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 It is easy to keep up on dishes because we only have 4 bowls a bit of cuttlery and some cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 We have a pool AND a waterslide at our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Rainy outside? No problem, we can run around the hotel and the Keystone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 I do not miss picking up the same toys over and over all day, mostly because we didn't pack any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 The kids think we are on a vacation and love it so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Knowing we are safe here, and that we've done all we can to protect our belongings left at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5829342590611825598?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5829342590611825598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5829342590611825598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5829342590611825598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5829342590611825598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/05/top-10-things-about-being-evacuated.html' title='Top 10 Things About Being Evacuated'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AYoqxyoFu7c/Tc37VmWNgKI/AAAAAAAABWM/LN47oAtrxSI/s72-c/April-May%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1527601641301910467</id><published>2011-04-28T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:27:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Little Monkeys Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0pC-8IQpsw/Tbmi1dG0juI/AAAAAAAABWA/x-uIFtpkX3M/s1600/applecheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0pC-8IQpsw/Tbmi1dG0juI/AAAAAAAABWA/x-uIFtpkX3M/s400/applecheeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600686650841927394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all you cloth diaper enthusiasts out there--and also those of you who are entertaining the idea--3 Little Monkeys in Ottawa is having a fabulous giveaway! Applecheeks diapers, inserts and wipes, a wetbag, and bum cream! A fantastic little prize package.  You can find out more info here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3littlemonkeysottawa.blogspot.com/"&gt;3 Little Monkeys Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/3-Little-Monkeys-Ottawa/320118940601"&gt;3 Little Monkeys Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3littlemonkeysottawa.com/"&gt;3 Little Monkeys Web Store&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1527601641301910467?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1527601641301910467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1527601641301910467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1527601641301910467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1527601641301910467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-little-monkeys-giveaway.html' title='3 Little Monkeys Giveaway!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L0pC-8IQpsw/Tbmi1dG0juI/AAAAAAAABWA/x-uIFtpkX3M/s72-c/applecheeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8944909229108947281</id><published>2011-04-24T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:55:17.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC_KjLyJ0Jw/TbTijFmqluI/AAAAAAAABVo/EJD_q_k0dXY/s1600/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC_KjLyJ0Jw/TbTijFmqluI/AAAAAAAABVo/EJD_q_k0dXY/s400/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599349329156019938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much to say, so little time.  Most of you who are in my life probably know by now that we have some major changes coming to a theatre near us!  Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is quickly approaching the end of his Financial Services Diploma at ACC, and will begin full time work with the Royal Bank of Canada in May.  He has really embraced this new career path and has done extremely well with his studies (and yes, I'm a little proud of him).  Last summer, he worked as an intern with RBC and jumped right into the Account Manager trainee program.  He managed to convince them to let him continue working 1 day a week as an Account Manager throughout the school year (apparently a rare occurrence).  We were expecting him to begin full time work as an Account Manager once he had completed his diploma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed him with a better opportunity! He was offered and has accepted the Branch Manager position in Killarney, MB.  There is a whirlwind of things that have to occur before he is actually working out there mid-late summer...but it is so exciting!  We are moving to Killarney!  Killarney is a town of about 3500 people, in Southern Manitoba.  We are very much looking forward to making new friends, finding a new church, and exploring what God has for us there.  There have been so many things line up for this to happen, that we simply cannot deny His part in all of it....right down to the "all expenses paid", and "they'll even pack our boxes" part of the move.  :-)  Josh is excited, and has already invited all of his preschool friends to come to Killarney for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing that a change was necessary, this past two years has obviously had some stressful and uncertain moments.  An unexpected and fabulous opportunity for us like this one...just shows that a leap of faith truly does have its rewards.&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/35008027-8944909229108947281?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8944909229108947281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8944909229108947281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8944909229108947281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8944909229108947281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/04/faith.html' title='Faith!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC_KjLyJ0Jw/TbTijFmqluI/AAAAAAAABVo/EJD_q_k0dXY/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6004472688359607084</id><published>2011-03-07T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T12:23:25.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world little Anna Elisabeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wsIANXLOEs/Ta3hIBeVy8I/AAAAAAAABVg/B0RooXvUhk0/s1600/17%2BApr%2B2011_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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I was overdue and impatient (see previous post), and she took a long while making her debut, but all went well in the end. We were so blessed to have midwife Ann with us in the hospital, who also delivered Caitlin less than 2 years ago. Both experiences with Ann were more than enough to convince me that a birth can be a beautiful and peaceful experience--something I certainly did not feel after the first time around. We cannot thank her enough for all that she is, and all that she contributes to labour and birth in our area of the world.  Anna's middle name is after her Grandma Archambault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10pt;" &gt;---more detailed info to follow, so if you'd rather not read it you can stop here.  this is my birth experience and I know that many of you have had better and/or worse experiences. it is not my intention to make yours seem easier or harder.  each one is unique.---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf was probably almost at his wits end towards the end of this pregnancy. My iron hit an all-time low (which we didn't know until the day of the birth), and I just couldn't do anything anymore! Exhaustion at it's finest. I am so thankful &lt;i&gt;God sent me a husband who is willing to help out with meals, cleaning and kid duties&lt;/i&gt;! Not to mention the countless nights he spent on the couch because there was just no room for him in the bed with pregnant me and co-sleeping Caitlin... All this, on top of his student workload while excelling at ACC. Words can't express the thanks I owe him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was past my due date and had a long awaited appointment  Thursday with Ann. I was pretty sure I wanted her to get things going for me with a sweep until she let me know that she'd be on call over the weekend. I had been hoping and praying that somehow she would deliver this baby, as she had been so wonderful with Caitlin--and knowing that she was on call made it SO worth it to wait for the weekend. We scheduled the sweep for Saturday at 10am. &lt;i&gt;God is good&lt;/i&gt; and labour started on its own before then, allowing us to have Ann  present at the labour and birth :-) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have long labours. Things get started really early, and are very painful really early and throughout. &lt;i&gt;I'm trying not to complain&lt;/i&gt; (at least out loud), but it is difficult for me not to envy those super quick labouring mamas out there. Oh, I know there are challenges, difficulties and dangers with quick labour...but yes. I was pretty sure that things were coming along, so we sent the kids off with my parents. Contractions were spaced out still, so we decided to go out for supper and a car wash (I like automatic car washes, maybe the small town girl in me?) By midnight, we were sure we should call the midwives (and did), but things slowed down a bit and I was able to rest on and off until about 6am. At this point I was SO certain that things must have progressed. I was GBS positive this time and needed to be at the hospital for antibiotics preferably 4 hours before the baby was born...so off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann met us there and to my absolute horror I was only at 1cm after seemingly strong and painful contractions had already been occurring for many hours (I always think it is better not to count). In and out of the tub in the hospital room, walks around the maternity ward 2 doses of the antibiotics (which was a good thing for baby Anna)....and still not happening. After the sweep, I got to 3cm and stuck there for a long while. For some reason it was impossible to fully break my water because it was mostly behind the baby. Things were pretty intensified and I was getting exhausted and losing hope that I could make it through. Time is a bit of a blur (especially now that I am writing this many weeks after the fact...). When it was time to push...I just had nothing left to give. I just couldn't seem to get her out! The exhaustion reminded me so very much of when Joshy was born, and thoughts of that previous labour experience did not bring positive vibes to the scene. Ann tried to make me be angry at her to help me push. (Little does she know, that she is one of the last people on earth I could be angry at...she is too much of a wonderful lady.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over an hour of pushing...that was &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure it was a boy because of the difficulty I was having. &lt;i&gt;Laughing gas&lt;/i&gt;. Not my favorite thing to inhale...but at this point I needed something to focus on, something to help me breath. I think with my labours, it is always the idea that you are doing "something" to &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; help yourself when you get to those desperate moments. I really don't think the gas itself is that helpful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the moment came when little Anna made her debut.  There is no way to describe the joy, relief and love when the moment arrives.  She had dark hair (having hair and it being dark were both a surprise!)  She was coughing and sneezing a lot and Ann said that she had never experienced a baby with so much to cough up at birth.  Thankfully, that stopped when I fed her for the first time within a few minutes.  The placenta got a bit stuck and actually, the cord had somehow become twisted around it following the birth.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tears, no episiotomy.&lt;/span&gt;  Exhausted, but so blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were blessed with a visit from Paul, Christie and the kids that night, and our friend Charlotte which was so nice (especially since we don't have any family in town anymore, and my parents had the kids).  We returned home the next day to begin our new life together as a family of 5!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anna is a sweet little girl and has been fairly content. She is now 9 weeks old and growing up so quickly!  Stay tuned for a post from me on learning to be a mom of 3 kiddos 4 and under......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6004472688359607084?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6004472688359607084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6004472688359607084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6004472688359607084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6004472688359607084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-world-little-anna-elisabeth.html' title='Welcome to the world little Anna Elisabeth!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wsIANXLOEs/Ta3hIBeVy8I/AAAAAAAABVg/B0RooXvUhk0/s72-c/17%2BApr%2B2011_3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8467451872717181810</id><published>2011-02-05T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T07:36:29.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;impatience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron0x"&gt;[ɪmˈpeɪʃəns]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; lack of patience; intolerance of or irritability with anything that impedes or delays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; restless desire for change and excitement&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/35008027-8467451872717181810?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8467451872717181810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8467451872717181810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8467451872717181810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8467451872717181810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/02/impatience.html' title='Impatience'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4137488450921456634</id><published>2011-01-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:42:25.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37.</title><content type='html'>I have been caught up with life and seemingly ignoring any writing on here of any kind.  I blinked and then I was 37 weeks pregnant with #3.  I have had a few moments of basking in the reality of the addition of this third blessing into our family, but I honestly think that for the most part I am somewhat unaware of what lies ahead- and in 3 weeks give or take?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy has been somewhat uneventful, which has been a big blessing.  The midwives have been great, and there have been no medical concerns or major issues in any way.  Having an 18 month old and a 4 year old while being this pregnant has definitely put an interesting spin on things in comparison to being pregnant with Josh the first time.  I am eager to see how Caitlin reacts to the baby, as I'm pretty sure she doesn't quite understand it will be a real baby instead of a funny-looking round tummy kind of baby that people pet and admire.   I imagine it will be quite a different experience than what we had with almost 3 year old Josh when she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin is a little character and starting to talk more and more each day.  She loves music and dancing, throwing food on the floor, climbing up our dangerous stairs when I'm not looking and playing with her babies.  Copying what Josh is doing is also a favorite activity.  Her favorite words of the moment are "yeah", "no" (of course), "juice", "george" (she likes curious george too much...), "Ok", and "Bubbles". She loves animals, mainly kitties, puppies cows and monkeys. She'll be 20 months on Feb 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh remains a very active little guy who likes (and needs) to be kept busy.  He loves going to preschool and looks forward to it two mornings a week.  He is very imaginative and likes to play with his playmobile toys, lego, cars and puzzles of all kinds.  He also really enjoys stealing whatever toy Caitlin wants to play with at that exact moment and racing around the house with it to make her chase him (sigh).  Daddy's iPod, and "tendo" are also on the list of favorites, but mommy is trying to push those down on the list in favor of other things.  Alf and Josh went to their first Wheatking game together a while back, and Josh seems to remember every single little thing that happened in the game.  They hope to go again soon.  He is a good big brother and quite protective of Caitlin (except for those times when he is the one she needs protecting from...haha).  He is almost 4 1/2 now...hard to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf is doing very well with his studies, and will be finishing in the spring.  He works part time at RBC and has a guaranteed job with them when he is done school.  Our future remains uncertain at best in terms of where we'll be at in a few months from now.  We do hope to be able to remain in Brandon, but the reality is that it would be more likely that we'll have to go elsewhere...at least for now.  We can still hope and pray though, right?  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself at least somewhat updated.  Over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-4137488450921456634?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4137488450921456634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4137488450921456634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4137488450921456634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4137488450921456634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2011/01/37.html' title='37.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4877588216098503063</id><published>2010-09-27T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T07:55:31.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelsey + Peter = Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TKCSA_6Nc9I/AAAAAAAABTw/YFHfBiD72os/s1600/17+Sep+2010_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TKCSA_6Nc9I/AAAAAAAABTw/YFHfBiD72os/s400/17+Sep+2010_2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521573689009468370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well the wedding day has come and gone, and I must say it was a beautiful day! My little sister is married, and I am happy to call Peter my new brother-in-law.  I am so glad I got to spend a bit more time with them over the past few months due to wedding-related events, which allowed me to get to know him just a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were married at &lt;a href="http://www.bridgesgolfcourse.com/public/WEDDINGS.php"&gt;Bridges Golf Course&lt;/a&gt; near Starbuck (just outside of Winnipeg).  The ceremony and reception were held in the same place and it was such a beautiful location to be married! It was a lovely crisp autumn day, and although the hope was to have the ceremony outside - it was just as nice indoors (without the worry of guests shivering the entire time).  Some highlights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kelsey made a beautiful Bride. Along with her amazing dress, she wore my veil and a special broach in her hair that belonged to Grandma H. Peter also looked smashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ceremony. It was lovely. Chad did a wonderful job, my kids were super cute walking down the aisle as flower girl and ring-bearer, we walked in to Eva Cassidy's "Songbird", and the musical guests were fabulous singers.  The room was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best wedding meal I've ever had. Wish I could have fit more in my stomach.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Altamont Orchestra featuring Grandpa Lowry. Totally special, and I got to do the Butterfly. :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And last but not least in any way...my wonderful husband, who (despite being sick) took care of the kids for the majority of our stay from Wednesday night to Friday night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks to everyone who made this day special for Kelsey and Peter. They are truly blessed. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-4877588216098503063?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4877588216098503063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4877588216098503063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4877588216098503063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4877588216098503063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/09/kelsey-peter-married.html' title='Kelsey + Peter = Married'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TKCSA_6Nc9I/AAAAAAAABTw/YFHfBiD72os/s72-c/17+Sep+2010_2530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5584837822034793596</id><published>2010-09-08T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:04:30.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Bride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TIhNI5QaWzI/AAAAAAAABTg/_Bp4P96rCw4/s1600/altamont+orchestra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TIhNI5QaWzI/AAAAAAAABTg/_Bp4P96rCw4/s400/altamont+orchestra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514742558919121714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TIg7ZnuEKVI/AAAAAAAABTY/c1SZC8ZULJw/s1600/K%26P014s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TIg7ZnuEKVI/AAAAAAAABTY/c1SZC8ZULJw/s200/K%26P014s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514723055060134226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little sister Kelsey is getting married in just over a week! I am getting more excited each day and am really looking forward to celebrating Kelsey and Peter and this lifelong commitment they are making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all the other wedding excitement, I am soooo looking forward to the Altamont Orchestra playing the first hour of the wedding dance!  It is the best idea ever, and I know that Grandpa will be in his element. I found this record photo online from a few years back. If you're coming to the wedding, be sure to bring your dancing shoes!! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5584837822034793596?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5584837822034793596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5584837822034793596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5584837822034793596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5584837822034793596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/09/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here Comes the Bride...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TIhNI5QaWzI/AAAAAAAABTg/_Bp4P96rCw4/s72-c/altamont+orchestra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3357385824610536786</id><published>2010-08-28T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T06:38:30.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate for Thought.</title><content type='html'>My friend made this collage for awareness.  If you've never looked into it, do a little searching of your own. The truth is hard to digest and may change your chocolate "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THkRKvxalFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FwPewI8d97I/s1600/choc_8.5x11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THkRKvxalFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FwPewI8d97I/s400/choc_8.5x11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454495384605778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3357385824610536786?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3357385824610536786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3357385824610536786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3357385824610536786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3357385824610536786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/08/chocolate-for-thought.html' title='Chocolate for Thought.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THkRKvxalFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/FwPewI8d97I/s72-c/choc_8.5x11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1940343050724806179</id><published>2010-08-22T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T20:32:00.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THHrn418BPI/AAAAAAAABTI/N-X76_GyE6c/s1600/22+Aug+2010_2070_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THHrn418BPI/AAAAAAAABTI/N-X76_GyE6c/s320/22+Aug+2010_2070_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508442889756869874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, talk about blinking and it being fall already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scares me slightly because I know that very soon I will be mommy of 3.  I am 16 weeks today, and realizing that these months are going to slip by like nothing. There is lots to do before this baby arrives...and I need to fully commit to starting to prepare for all that lies ahead.  This year is going to bring many changes to our growing family.  Not only a new baby, but possibly a new home, a new town or city and a new career for Alf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we are well cared for and that everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1940343050724806179?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1940343050724806179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1940343050724806179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1940343050724806179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1940343050724806179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/THHrn418BPI/AAAAAAAABTI/N-X76_GyE6c/s72-c/22+Aug+2010_2070_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2056591855852475069</id><published>2010-07-18T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:06:24.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July.</title><content type='html'>Summer is whizzing by, and so is the time since I've written anything on here. Lots has happened, but I'll give it a shot. I've come to appreciate these little notes, even if few other people actually read them.  It is great to look back and see what has happened a few months back...nice to have a record of what we've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kicked off the month with a little adventure to Foxwarren for swimming lessons and a visit with Aunty Betty and Uncle Dale.  Josh loved the water, but I'm sure he would tell you that the highlights were making peanut butter, doing chicken chores in the morning with Aunty Bet, working in the garden and collecting eggs. Oh, and I won't forget to mention the swing inside the house! (also brought back memories for me too!)  Caitlin absolutely loved the puppies and kitties and added "puppy" to her vocabulary.  She also took off walking during the week, and is now toddling around like nobody's business.  Thanks to the Snyders for such a nice time, and for looking after us so well.  We were sad to have to come home early, but turns out we were all pretty sick with a bug that we still have. We will be back for another visit soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua had his 4th birthday this month.  Pretty crazy in many ways that it has been 4 years, but also a good reminder to me as a mom.  Sometimes I forget he is still so young.  I spent the day just being thankful for the amazing little man that he is.  We had a nice birthday party by the lake with pontoon boat rides, bubbles and of course cake.  Thank you Mom and Dad for letting us host at your place...it was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we can't forget that I'm now 11 weeks pregnant.  Things have been...well, alrighty.  I won't write an entire sob story here, but let's just say I am looking forward to the next trimester in hopes it will come with energy, high iron stores, less nausea and more sleep. I am thankful for a relatively uneventful pregnancy so far.  Thrilled to say that I'm in with the midwives again and had our first appointment this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf is enjoying working  at the bank and looking forward to this year of school, where things will be more focused on his interests and career goals.  It has been great to continue to have him home during weekends, and we still have hopes of getting out camping this year if we can squeeze it in a couple of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey and Peter are getting married in September, and August will be full of wedding-related things (shower, backyard bbq, girls night, etc).  I'm excited for them, and also looking forward to helping out.  Being out of Wpg has left me a little out of the loop with the planning, but hopeful I can still be of help.  The wedding will be lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2056591855852475069?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2056591855852475069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2056591855852475069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2056591855852475069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2056591855852475069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/07/july.html' title='July.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-834503347358260769</id><published>2010-06-06T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:03:28.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little One Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvD4OFAMiI/AAAAAAAABRw/P64D6JkP6n0/s1600/03+Jun+2010_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvD4OFAMiI/AAAAAAAABRw/P64D6JkP6n0/s320/03+Jun+2010_1291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479688742245511714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, no blog posts for a while here but I had to write a little bit in honor of our sweet little girl who turned ONE this past week!  I'm sure this has been the quickest year of our lives, and still can't quite believe she is one already.  On her actual birthday, we enjoyed some special moments just her and Alf and I as Josh was off on a Shoal Lake adventure with Papa and Grandma.  She is such a joy to have around, and quite the little mischief.  She is not walking yet, but very interested and quick to get around in all other ways.  She likes to talk a lot sort of like Josh was at her age...lots of stories and sounds to share with us, especially when her brother isn't around to make his share of noise. Caitlin now has 4 teeth poking through on the top, and 2 on the bottom and her hair is growing slowly but surely.  Some of her favorite things of the moment are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to keep up with Josh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvGtD-juKI/AAAAAAAABSI/gxMn7pRPXJs/s1600/05+Jun+2010_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvGtD-juKI/AAAAAAAABSI/gxMn7pRPXJs/s320/05+Jun+2010_1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691849090447522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding any/all toys that she's too young to play with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Farm and Old MacDonald&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balloons!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating new food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Climbing the couch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing with us in the living room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying her best to stick her hands in the toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bathtime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumping toy buckets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stories!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvF-twZj7I/AAAAAAAABR4/9d0mnoJRk5A/s1600/05+Jun+2010_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvF-twZj7I/AAAAAAAABR4/9d0mnoJRk5A/s320/05+Jun+2010_1358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479691052851498930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a birthday bash for her yesterday at our little blue house and had 25 family and friends over to celebrate.  She was a trooper and somehow made it through without any naps...yikes! The cake was a big hit, and she got lots of beautiful gifts.  Thank you to all of you who were able to join us.  Thank you also for your continued support in all ways. We love you! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-834503347358260769?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/834503347358260769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=834503347358260769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/834503347358260769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/834503347358260769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/06/pretty-little-one-year-old.html' title='Pretty Little One Year Old'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/TAvD4OFAMiI/AAAAAAAABRw/P64D6JkP6n0/s72-c/03+Jun+2010_1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7027453449788996153</id><published>2010-05-05T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:28:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed.</title><content type='html'>well, i had a lovely little birthday week.  nothing over the top crazy or wild, but just nice.  i hit the big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3-0&lt;/span&gt; this year, and so far it hasn't really phased me too much.  i feel like i should somehow be making a bigger deal out of it because that is what people seem to do...  the only thing i have found to be somewhat intriguing is the thought at how my own parents must feel to have a 30 year old daughter. now that i have my own children, i know that day really isn't that far off for me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday week i was blessed with a job for my husband, birthday balloons, shishkabobs, phone calls from dear friends in Malaysia and Winnipeg, funny my little pony birthday cards, tea parties and silly hats, facebook birthday greetings, heart-to-hearts, tasty little &lt;em&gt;tiramisu&lt;/em&gt; cakes, real mail, beautiful roses and cheery tulips, lunch out x2, and a few other really thoughtful things that are harder to explain.  thank you for showing your love to me in these ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am blessed.  i am happy with the 30 year old i have grown to be, but know there is much more in store for me yet! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7027453449788996153?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7027453449788996153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7027453449788996153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7027453449788996153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7027453449788996153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessed.html' title='blessed.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6458977404978202632</id><published>2010-04-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:23:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Days Without Internet</title><content type='html'>I've had a few people ask me to write about my recent offline experience, so here it is!  The first thing I want to say is that I did in fact, successfully accomplish the task of abstaining from interacting with all internet and internet-related forms of technology for 40 full days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you haven't yet read my previous post, you can read more there why I decided to do this.&lt;/span&gt;  It was partially Lent-inspired (I've been made very clear I did not follow typical Lenten "rules"), but mostly God-inspired in combination with a desire to get back to basics and spend more time in life offline.  It was also a challenge to myself, because (like many of you reading this) I wasn't sure I could actually do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the big deal anyway?  &lt;/span&gt;Ha...I know there are some of you out there who just don't see why it was a big deal. Well, believe me...for me it was.  I was spending an awful lot of time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was it difficult?&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, honestly? I was shocked at how easy it was after about a week.  The first week, I spent a lot of time realizing how often I had really been online.  Every time I walked past the computer my brain would say "you should check this" or "write a quick note to that person" or "I wonder if anyone loves me?...surely facebook can tell me" (lol).  Thankfully, I had removed the temptation to go online by disconnecting our internet...so it just wasn't an option! Overall, by making a few changes in my life to compensate for the lack of internet...it was surprisingly easier than I had imagined to go 40 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you miss most?&lt;/span&gt;  Well, currently being a stay-at-home mama....I quickly re-discovered how lonely it can be if you are not connected in some way to other people.  Most people just don't phone each other during the day (or at all for that matter).  I missed the convenience of being able to go online and instantly connect with a real person on the other end.  Sure, you can phone people but it doesn't mean that they are in the mood or able to talk to you at that exact moment.  Email gives us the opportunity to send something and receive something at our own convenience.  Internet chat (facebook, msn, etc) allows instant connection with a friend who is looking for the same thing. These are nice little tools to have at your fingertips.  So #1, I missed the connection with friends far and near that the internet provides in a convenient fashion.  (no big shock there).  To compensate for this, I spent quite a bit of time writing postcards and letters, trying to connect with people face to face and doing other things I enjoy. (all very positive outcomes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other things I missed worth noting:&lt;/span&gt; Canada411.ca (we had no phone book), online recipes, googling anything and everything I need to know, online TV (including coverage of the olympics...), e-brandon &amp;amp; freecycle, posting pictures so people know what's happening in our lives, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessings  &lt;/span&gt;During this time away from the internet, I was freed up to do many other things that positively effected my life.  I made more time for God.  I made more time for my family.  I spent more time looking after our home.  I was reminded of many other things I enjoy to do in life that time on the internet sometimes replaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Application?&lt;/span&gt; So what now? I'm back online and feeling kind of confused.  It seems like the internet has changed while I was gone, but more likely it is my own perspective.  I think mostly I have been made more aware of the healthy, good and life-giving things I can do online vs. the unhealthy, addictive and time-wasting things I can do.   I'm looking for some balance, and am happy with the insight this little adventure offline has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to take a look at how much time you do spend online, and whether or not it is taking the place of things more important to you.  It was good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tuning in again, and happy interneting.  &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6458977404978202632?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6458977404978202632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6458977404978202632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6458977404978202632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6458977404978202632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/04/40-days-without-internet.html' title='40 Days Without Internet'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6668443177084428270</id><published>2010-03-31T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:48:36.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>There is a lot to say, but no time to say it yet. Stay tuned! Most importantly...I successfully made it through my 40 days sans internet! :-) Talk soon. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6668443177084428270?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6668443177084428270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6668443177084428270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6668443177084428270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6668443177084428270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8671905124809065202</id><published>2010-02-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:02:06.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3tOFp6o-xI/AAAAAAAABRA/ceDfBONcvk4/s1600-h/gonefishing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3tOFp6o-xI/AAAAAAAABRA/ceDfBONcvk4/s400/gonefishing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439026834038127378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8671905124809065202?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8671905124809065202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8671905124809065202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8671905124809065202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8671905124809065202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3tOFp6o-xI/AAAAAAAABRA/ceDfBONcvk4/s72-c/gonefishing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4655481567316416489</id><published>2010-02-13T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:53:01.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>I just need to say this in response to many comments about me taking a holiday away from the internet.  Me doing this is not saying that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; should or need to. It is something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; feel I need to do in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my own life&lt;/span&gt;, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; am at right now.  I am not intending on sending out the message that the internet is all bad and unnecessary in this day and age. And for those of you who I currently only communicate with via the internet, know that I will miss you and will do my best to figure out a way to connect with you while I'm offline.  I'm quite certain that upon returning from my holiday, that I will continue to use the internet regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna Matata people. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-4655481567316416489?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4655481567316416489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4655481567316416489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4655481567316416489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4655481567316416489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1652564663914892010</id><published>2010-02-12T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:34:15.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>www.aprilsaysgoodbyeinternet.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3XRCokv41I/AAAAAAAABQ4/wcU4fEumVFY/s1600-h/networkoffline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3XRCokv41I/AAAAAAAABQ4/wcU4fEumVFY/s320/networkoffline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437481968301237074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been using the internet for more things, and in increasing amounts of time over the past about 10 years.  In 1999, I casually checked my email, and rarely used the internet for anything else in my life.  Fast forward to 2010...hmmmm how is it that I simply cannot live without it? I use the internet for banking, socializing, sharing photos, looking up phone numbers and addresses, recipes, information on kids and health, communicating with friends and heck even neighbors, researching, and the list goes on and on. The fact that I'm blogging this message just seems to say so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reality Check:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I NEED to do all these things on the internet? Hmm, no. Does the internet make some of these things easier? Yes. Does the internet allow me to be in touch with some people that I would otherwise not be? Yes.  Does the internet make some of these things less meaningful or enjoyable? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;. Am I addicted to using the internet? Definitely. Is it healthy? No. Can I survive without the internet for a set amount of time? Well, I'm about to find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Firstly, I have been aware of the fact that I spend too much time online for quite a long while now.  I'm quite sure that God has tried to get me to do this many times, so I am confident that in doing so...that I will grow closer to Him and who knows what else will be revealed.  I know that in giving up the internet, I will have more time to do the things that need to be done.  More time for God, more time for my family, more time for making our house a home.  Yes, it is also Lent.  I have never really even tried to give something up for lent before, which is somewhat embarrassing.  However, I am confident that I have chosen something of great significance to fast over this time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Wednesday at 12:00am, we will have no internet connection.   I just made the call to have it put on hold until March 29th. Phew. That was the first step I guess!  I will not have access to email, facebook, or anything online. (Alf will check our email for anything important ie. bills, etc.)  So what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom.&lt;/span&gt;  Ok, it might seem silly to say it...but I really do feel like this is going to free me up in ways I don't even know yet.  Despite the obvious downfalls (like not updating 300 people on every little thing I do in my life...lol), this is going to be a good thing.  Want to write me? Call me? Visit me in person? I'd love it. Let's stroll down the old fashioned street of communication.  I dare you to write me. I'll write you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1652564663914892010?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1652564663914892010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1652564663914892010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1652564663914892010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1652564663914892010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/wwwaprilsaysgoodbyeinternetcom.html' title='www.aprilsaysgoodbyeinternet.com'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S3XRCokv41I/AAAAAAAABQ4/wcU4fEumVFY/s72-c/networkoffline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2702337010548816368</id><published>2010-02-11T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:43:01.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner.</title><content type='html'>Well this one wins for a few reasons. Strapless (although so pretty) has not been my friend in the past. Also, the girls wanted to keep tea length as the length, so that cut out a few of the others. Hoping this one will be classy and comfortable for a mom chasing around 2 kids. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.dessy.com/embedboard.aspx?id=14224&amp;amp;width=720" border="0" width="720" frameborder="0" height="540" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2702337010548816368?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2702337010548816368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2702337010548816368' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2702337010548816368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2702337010548816368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/winner.html' title='Winner.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5207690491180083260</id><published>2010-02-10T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:00:31.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices. Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>Click on the photo below to see all the options and let me know what you think. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe style="border: medium none ;" src="http://www.dessy.com/embedboard.aspx?id=14036&amp;amp;width=720" border="0" width="720" frameborder="0" height="540" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5207690491180083260?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5207690491180083260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5207690491180083260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5207690491180083260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5207690491180083260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/choices-thoughts.html' title='Choices. Thoughts?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2507805693303851540</id><published>2010-02-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:03:12.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the bottom of a mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S29-W1rqQPI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBFJ9FPJxhM/s1600-h/Fair-trade-coffee-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S29-W1rqQPI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBFJ9FPJxhM/s320/Fair-trade-coffee-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435702206091903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;Wikipedia says&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Ethical consumerism&lt;/b&gt; is the intentional purchase of products and services that the customer considers to be made &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethics_%28philosophy%29" title="Ethics (philosophy)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;ethically&lt;/a&gt;. This may mean with minimal harm to or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploitation" title="Exploitation"&gt;exploitation&lt;/a&gt; of humans, animals and/or the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_environment" title="Natural environment"&gt;natural environment&lt;/a&gt;. Ethical consumerism is practiced through 'positive buying' in that ethical products are favoured, or 'moral &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boycott" title="Boycott"&gt;boycott&lt;/a&gt;', that is negative purchasing and company-based purchasing.&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethical_consumerism#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered where the chocolate you are eating comes from? Have you ever taken a moment to question who made your favorite shirt? In the past couple of years, I have started to ask these questions and many others.  It is overwhelming.  I will admit I have asked the questions and have then often chosen not to dive further into the answer to make changes.   I have been comfortable in this bubble I call my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am staring upward at the bottom of a mountain (of choices as a consumer, of disgusting information about where the things I buy come from and whose little hands are at the beginning of the process...), but I will choose to climb it - even if it is slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cheryl and Craig for re-inspiring me this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2507805693303851540?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2507805693303851540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2507805693303851540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2507805693303851540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2507805693303851540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-bottom-of-mountain.html' title='at the bottom of a mountain'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S29-W1rqQPI/AAAAAAAABQw/kBFJ9FPJxhM/s72-c/Fair-trade-coffee-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5948065053561292471</id><published>2010-02-04T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:26:59.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2uP1E33S6I/AAAAAAAABQk/2M_0MN-mKx8/s1600-h/04+Feb+2010_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2uP1E33S6I/AAAAAAAABQk/2M_0MN-mKx8/s320/04+Feb+2010_0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434595517356526498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have lost 21 lbs since November, and almost 40 since 2 years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burden is being lifted quite literally from my body.  Renewed energy.  Renewed perspective.  A new awareness of what moments and opportunities this weight has held me back from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuing sadness for those who would see my heart differently based on my outward appearance, when it has been the same heart all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With His help, I am becoming brave enough to begin catching glimpses of the inward and outward reflection I am meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No turning back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5948065053561292471?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5948065053561292471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5948065053561292471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5948065053561292471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5948065053561292471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/02/reflection.html' title='Reflection.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2uP1E33S6I/AAAAAAAABQk/2M_0MN-mKx8/s72-c/04+Feb+2010_0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2310789912337021852</id><published>2010-01-28T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:25:46.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/453815630257"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/453815630257" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2310789912337021852?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2310789912337021852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2310789912337021852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2310789912337021852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2310789912337021852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/01/piano-time.html' title='Piano Time!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8857003410887026679</id><published>2010-01-28T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:27:42.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a (little) story about cloth diapers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2JgWsCawbI/AAAAAAAABPE/OUVC9PRRcHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2JgWsCawbI/AAAAAAAABPE/OUVC9PRRcHQ/s400/IMG_1231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010043456930226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK ok...I know...you've probably heard a little too much from me on the subject lately, but I really do feel a need to share (yet again) our little cloth diapering story to everyone who will listen.  To those of you who know me well, you'll know that I am probably one of the least likely people to have tackled the (often thought of as) daunting task of choosing to cloth diaper.  It has been almost 8 months now, and I can't imagine going back to disposables full time.  The former me would be in disbelief at the new me who is happily addicted to cloth diapering my sweet baby girl. Those of you who wouldn't ever consider it...you are who I am writing this to...I was one of you.  If you are/or going to be in the diapering season of life...I challenge you to at least look into cloth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of when you think "cloth diaper"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2JhJA72vWI/AAAAAAAABPM/pBKlvdFnJyk/s1600-h/oldcloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2JhJA72vWI/AAAAAAAABPM/pBKlvdFnJyk/s200/oldcloth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432010908060007778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is a large rectangular piece of cloth with some crazy folding instructions, pins and a plastic cover....your idea of what cloth diapering is may be slightly outdated.  Some people do still opt to do it that way, but I'm here to expose you to some fabulous new ways that are available to us today! I swear to you that many of the cloth options are as easy as a disposable to put on your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greenbabyguide.com/2009/02/06/anatomy-of-a-disposable-diaper/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is in a disposable diaper anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Should these things be close to my baby's skin 24/7? Do I ask this type of question about everything I use on a daily basis?  No.  Should I? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you asked a baby how comfortable cloth diapers are?&lt;/span&gt;  Well, ok probably not...but they simply ARE.  Have you ever tried a cloth menstrual pad instead of a synthetic one, or a cloth breast pad instead of a synthetic one? If you have, you'll instantly be able to understand how much more comfortable cloth diapers must be.  Especially if you use wool or fleece covers sometimes...so much more breathable for baby's skin.  Josh used to get pretty bad diaper rash with his diapers...and so far Caitlin has had little to none while using cloth.  You do need to change them more regularly than disposable...I like to change them every 2-3 hours depending on the diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MIMjET6lI/AAAAAAAABPk/xaJ5Y6PP1t8/s1600-h/IMG_1269-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MIMjET6lI/AAAAAAAABPk/xaJ5Y6PP1t8/s200/IMG_1269-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432194587203725906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ally save you money?&lt;/span&gt; Um, simply put...YES.  Do the math on the approximate amount you'll spend on disposables and you'll quickly see the truth.  Expenses can be cut further by using 2nd hand diapers, making your own diapers and covers, etc.  So when you cringe at the idea of spending $20 on a diaper....do some calculations on how much you'd spend on disposables first.  Can it be more expensive? Also yes.  Many parents go over the top and spend WAY too much on cloth diapers (which can easily happen once you love it and see all the wonderful diapers and diapering accessories available).  If you stick to what you truly really need based on your kid(s) and wash preferences, and choose a reasonably priced diaper type, then you'll save!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about the environmental impact?&lt;/span&gt;  There are a few disagreements in this category, but overall I believe it has been proven to significantly reduce your carbon footprint.  (the main arguments are over water usage use vs. landfill waste/trees) No matter what people say, it is disgusting to think about all those diapers sitting there at the dump for hundreds of years before they'll finally be gone.  Unfortunately, many of the stats on this debate revolve around using a diaper laundering service to do the washing...so that doesn't really apply to many of us who wash and dry them at home.  I believe, that especially when able to line dry...that it is still better for the environment to use cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My baby's bum looks bulky.&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, it is true that most cloth diaper options are not as trim as disposables.  For me, all the other benefits outweigh this seemingly less important point.  I've had to make a few changes in clothing selection based on this though.  I find that many types of jeans, for example, don't fit over most of our diapers.  Also, onesies are sometimes not quite long enough, and overall type pants don't always work.  BUT there are tons of other very cute options for clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear of Diap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er Laundry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MJAyz9TaI/AAAAAAAABPs/NbsA8zLAJEU/s1600-h/IMG_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MJAyz9TaI/AAAAAAAABPs/NbsA8zLAJEU/s200/IMG_1616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432195484783300002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, does the idea of storing and washing poopy diapers scare you? It scared me. I wasn't convinced I could handle it, which is part of the reason I didn't go through with cloth when Josh was a baby. I thought it would be so much more work, and I worried about hygiene, smell, etc. Well I can safely tell you now that it has been SO much easier than the nightmare I had imagined in my head. We store the diapers in a normal garbage pail with sealed lid (from superstore) which is lined with a wet bag. If smell is ever a problem, there is a little cloth tab on the bag to put a drop or two of tea tree oil. It does the trick. I wash every 2-3 days, and on laundry day I just grab the wetbag and dump them in the washer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Before solid foods, we haven't had to worry about getting any poop off the diaper before washing, but we're expecting this to change soon. I purchased a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.fuzzibunzonline.com/Mini-Shower-Diaper-Sprayer_p_7-38.html"&gt;diaper sprayer &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuzzibunzonline.com/Mini-Shower-Diaper-Sprayer_p_7-38.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; which will make it easy to spray off anything loose without touchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MMNb7jZlI/AAAAAAAABP8/L_glnsmgXBc/s1600-h/bummis-super-whisper-wrap-flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MMNb7jZlI/AAAAAAAABP8/L_glnsmgXBc/s200/bummis-super-whisper-wrap-flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432199000514324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;g it. (I like that idea very much!) We have yet to install it, but I will let you know how it goes!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As far as washing instructions go, it is pretty simple. I do a cold rinse, and then a warm wash with (a VERY small amount of) Tide Free or &lt;a href="http://rockingreensoap.com/"&gt;Rockin' Green Soap&lt;/a&gt; followed by an extra cold rinse.&lt;/span&gt; If anything is extremely soiled, I do an overnight soak in Rockin' Green initially. As for drying...summertime is fabulous because you can use the clothesline. I must admit that I much prefer line drying than anything else, as the sun is so amazing when it comes to getting any lingering stains out! &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/309631/the_bleaching_power_of_the_sun_pg2.html?cat=58"&gt;"Line drying gently whitens and disinfects without having to add bleach, and without shrinking &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/309631/the_bleaching_power_of_the_sun_pg2.html?cat=58"&gt;your clothes. And, best of all ~ it's great for the environment and completely free"&lt;/a&gt;. However, when it is -40C with the windchill and you just can't bring yourself to put on 7 layers of clothing and winter boots to hang your cute little diapers in the sun for the day...obviously the dryer or line-drying inside makes more sense. Either works fine! I usually hang dry any covers and dryer-dry the diapers/absorbent parts.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, you s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MJUpfENoI/AAAAAAAABP0/EjLxUT4XTHc/s1600-h/gro_biosoaker_lg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2MJUpfENoI/AAAAAAAABP0/EjLxUT4XTHc/s200/gro_biosoaker_lg-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432195825877137026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eriously never use disposables anymore?&lt;/span&gt;  We used disposables for Caitlin's first week, and after that it has been almost 100% cloth!  A couple of months ago though, we purchased some of the &lt;a href="http://www.thenaturalbabyco.com/gro-baby-bio-soaker-pads-p-745.html"&gt;Gro Baby bio-soaker&lt;/a&gt; inserts to try.  They use a cloth outer shell with the option of a cloth absorbent layer or the bio-soaker. The bio-soaker is compostable and even flushable. It is very trim like a regular disposable, and you can use the same shell 2-3 diaper changes before having to switch to a new one (if there is no poop on it that is).  These are the diapers I use to fit her into those cute jeans or an outfit she can't do with the other diapers.  They are very compact for travelling or quick trips to the store, etc.  We use them sparingly and still prefer the regular cloth diapers for daily use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 2 Fav Cloth Diaper Types:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuzzibunz&lt;/span&gt; Pocket Diaper&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Diaper + absorbent stuffer, no extra cover needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fuzzibunz.com/perfect_size_diaper.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Imqgc067I/AAAAAAAABO0/ESHjgQO3NIU/s200/Fuzzi+Bunz+Diagram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431946612269444018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-super easy to use&lt;br /&gt;-easy to wash/dry because the insert comes out and you clean parts individually&lt;br /&gt;-you can stuff with 1 or 2 inserts, or something different if you need extra absorbency&lt;br /&gt;-great resale value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Cheryl-made Pocket-Fitted&lt;/span&gt; (diaper + absorbent stuffer + PUL, Fleece or Wool Cover Needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2I5P6-SrXI/AAAAAAAABO8/xQsy2Lp-O8M/s1600-h/IMG_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2I5P6-SrXI/AAAAAAAABO8/xQsy2Lp-O8M/s200/IMG_1341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431967046253587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-so soft and comfy&lt;br /&gt;-very breathable (no PUL layer on diaper)&lt;br /&gt;-can use with your choice of cover (ie: wool pants or a &lt;a href="http://www.bummis.com/us/en/products.php"&gt;bummis cover&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-very easy to wash and dry&lt;br /&gt;-can also stuff with whatever amount of inserts you want&lt;br /&gt;-super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;**About using wool as a diaper cover***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2L5RZpNwKI/AAAAAAAABPU/yot8wJxTWuY/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2L5RZpNwKI/AAAAAAAABPU/yot8wJxTWuY/s200/IMG_2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432178177899085986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is something that I, at first, could not really wrap my brain around. What the heck? Why would you want to use wool as a diaper cover? Wouldn't it be itchy? Wouldn't it be bulky and hard to wash? I just didn't get it. Now wool is one of my favorite options for using as a cover with a fitted diaper! I love using wool pants because they are like a 2 for 1 deal...a cover and pants all in one...plus they are breathable, so unique and cute. Wool is naturally antibacterial, and as long as there are no poopy incidences...you can just hang them in between wears and wash every 2 weeks or so. (no smell,etc at all!) You can &lt;a href="http://marthasworld76.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-make-wool-soaker-from-recycled.html"&gt;make wool pants&lt;/a&gt; out of 2nd hand sweaters, something I am going to do myself soon!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial,tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Wool keeps sheep dry. Why? Wool's structure produces an elegant combination of water repellence, breathability and moisture absorbency." (taken from diaperpin.com) Read more about wool and how amazing it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diaperpin.com/clothdiapers/article_wool.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Cloth Diapers are NOT created equally.&lt;/span&gt; Do not go super cheap as the results will be a waste of money, leaks, discomfort, potential rashes and a lot of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overwhelmed by all the options?&lt;/span&gt; There are many choices to make, and I was extremely overwhelmed at first. This is another reason why I gave up before I started with Josh. Even with a good friend trying her best to explain things to me...I felt like an idiot. Making the choice to cloth diaper also meant taking a bit of time to really research things and actually learn about everything in advance to buying anything. If you are considering it, I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you might have! There are still things I am learning, but I have learned much in this 8 months and would be delighted to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My main point of this email is to tell you that if I can do it, so can you!! Give it a try, or at least a thought. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diaperpages.com/cd_article.php"&gt;Here is a link to the basic types of cloth diapers available today.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8857003410887026679?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8857003410887026679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8857003410887026679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8857003410887026679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8857003410887026679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-story-about-cloth-diapers.html' title='a (little) story about cloth diapers.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2JgWsCawbI/AAAAAAAABPE/OUVC9PRRcHQ/s72-c/IMG_1231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5158661217869708003</id><published>2010-01-06T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:44:44.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VQ390JQSI/AAAAAAAABOI/m8-Kt0Js-wQ/s1600-h/31+Dec+2009_0004_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VQ390JQSI/AAAAAAAABOI/m8-Kt0Js-wQ/s320/31+Dec+2009_0004_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423830248653930786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 1/2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;years old&lt;/span&gt; and growing sooo quickly. Some of his favs of the moment:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs. Nightingale and preschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making Caitlin laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cars and anything with wheels (of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing "Joy to the World"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hosting tea parties with Caitlin's tea set (tee hee)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating cheese strings (sticks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing "tendo" (Wii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caitlin's Minnie Mouse (she has to be involved with everything)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything outdoors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having singing conversations with mommy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His new bed that "Papa Cell" made&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His buddy Porter (is Porter going to be there mom? what would porter say? etc...lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VVlERNtMI/AAAAAAAABOg/G6sJdjeeHH8/s1600-h/29+Dec+2009_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VVlERNtMI/AAAAAAAABOg/G6sJdjeeHH8/s320/29+Dec+2009_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835421527094466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caitlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7 months old&lt;/span&gt;,weighing it at 21lbs....also growing too quickly.  Some of her favorites of the moment are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her big brother who always makes her smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jumping in the Jolly Jumper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulling mommy's hair and daddy's glasses off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a bath with her big brother&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being bare bummed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"to market to market to buy a fat pig"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in mommy and daddy's bed all night...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pooping in a diaper right after mommy or daddy puts a fresh one on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making loud noises just for the heck of it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any toys that are chewable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VYKKY0tUI/AAAAAAAABOo/MPJWyFmmGN4/s1600-h/IMG_2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VYKKY0tUI/AAAAAAAABOo/MPJWyFmmGN4/s320/IMG_2270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423838257848038722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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;Alfredo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; are doing well, but do not have a weight or age worth noting ;-).  Alf is enjoying the fresh start of a new semester at ACC, and April is keeping busy with the kids at home and all that goes with it. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5158661217869708003?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5158661217869708003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5158661217869708003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5158661217869708003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5158661217869708003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S0VQ390JQSI/AAAAAAAABOI/m8-Kt0Js-wQ/s72-c/31+Dec+2009_0004_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8912075275317042876</id><published>2010-01-01T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:31:41.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sz53uYoybiI/AAAAAAAABNo/fb1YfIrEh74/s1600-h/IMG_6223_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sz53uYoybiI/AAAAAAAABNo/fb1YfIrEh74/s400/IMG_6223_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421902640171871778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am taking little time to write here these days.  Wishing you all a Happy 2010! Here is a link to some pictures from December for those of you who have not already seen them.  Many blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=353337&amp;amp;id=617990257&amp;amp;l=f06975b1f8"&gt;&lt;span&gt;December Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8912075275317042876?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8912075275317042876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8912075275317042876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8912075275317042876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8912075275317042876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='Happy 2010!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sz53uYoybiI/AAAAAAAABNo/fb1YfIrEh74/s72-c/IMG_6223_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8796494435746812346</id><published>2009-12-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:47:03.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SxiiT5tBv4I/AAAAAAAABNc/YipKORCxBFo/s1600-h/IMG_1986smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SxiiT5tBv4I/AAAAAAAABNc/YipKORCxBFo/s400/IMG_1986smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411253415076544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow has arrived, December is here and Caitlin is now 6 months! Where does the time go!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8796494435746812346?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8796494435746812346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8796494435746812346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8796494435746812346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8796494435746812346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SxiiT5tBv4I/AAAAAAAABNc/YipKORCxBFo/s72-c/IMG_1986smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-981174815971665840</id><published>2009-10-24T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:04:28.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your H1N1 Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>We are in a process of collecting information to make the best informed choice for our family. If you are willing to share your thoughts on why you have chosen to take the vaccine or not, I'd would appreciate it.  No judgements either way on my part. It is a personal choice that we all have the right to make for ourselves and our own families.  I am finding it difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you taking the H1N1 vaccine? If you have kids in your care,  are they?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you keep up with other regular vaccinations for you and your family? (pro vax?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What are the major factors influencing your decision?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have chosen not to take the vaccine, what (if any) other precautions are you taking?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks for sharing your answers to these questions at &lt;a href="http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mama2josh.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or through my blog feed on facebook.  Praying for you all as you make these decisions for your own families as well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-981174815971665840?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/981174815971665840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=981174815971665840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/981174815971665840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/981174815971665840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-h1n1-thoughts.html' title='Your H1N1 Thoughts.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7160496028497417586</id><published>2009-10-21T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:44:55.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Halloween Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/St-xlzDmjRI/AAAAAAAABMY/3RWrKFDWbOY/s1600-h/crosspumkpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226141531737362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/St-xlzDmjRI/AAAAAAAABMY/3RWrKFDWbOY/s400/crosspumkpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/video.do?name=halloween&amp;amp;bcpid=1811456971&amp;amp;bclid=1842765416&amp;amp;bctid=1554375513"&gt;history&lt;/a&gt; and focus of this widely celebrated holiday has actually bothered me for a while. This week, and today especially - I find myself re-thinking the whole thing and whether or not it is a holiday I want to continue to partake in with my own little family. I grew up celebrating along with the rest of the world, dressing up, carving pumpkins, running around town collecting candy, the whole works. I have many happy memories of fun times with friends and family on Halloween. It didn't hurt me did it? Well, no...not from what I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However...I find myself this year really questioning if it is something I want to be doing or not. I guess in the past I have chosen to ignore the roots of Halloween and just enjoy the dressing up and candy. So far with Josh I have purposely avoided scary costumes as I just haven't thought it would be appropriate (especially for a little boy)... I feel that this year God is asking me to evaluate whether it really seems like a good fit for our family. No, actually I feel like I already know the answer... I am not content to ignore the roots this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It then occured to me...why (with J's night terrors and bad dreams) would I be choosing to purposefully expose him to anything scary right now?! Christianity aside for a moment...it still doesn't seem like a wise thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what does it all mean? Well...I am still figuring it out. I'm thinking some kind of alternative would be fun. Dress up is fun and candy is yummy...I think we can work with that! So what am I leaving out? I guess minimal exposure to scary faces, sounds and activities? I am still unsure...more prayer and thought required.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is a Halloween alternative going in the wrong direction? Some people who choose not to celebrate it feel that doing anything that day is saying that your kids are missing out on something. Hmm.&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/35008027-7160496028497417586?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7160496028497417586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7160496028497417586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7160496028497417586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7160496028497417586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/heavy-halloween-heart.html' title='Heavy Halloween Heart'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/St-xlzDmjRI/AAAAAAAABMY/3RWrKFDWbOY/s72-c/crosspumkpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6291521744602294263</id><published>2009-10-20T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:50:03.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little jingle about Gro Baby Diapers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394818029288827762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/St4-aieiK3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/Kg45GbSfzXg/s200/IMG_1569.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW9navHC7Qo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW9navHC7Qo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out!&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/35008027-6291521744602294263?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6291521744602294263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6291521744602294263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6291521744602294263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6291521744602294263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-jingle-about-gro-baby-diapers.html' title='A little jingle about Gro Baby Diapers..'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/St4-aieiK3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/Kg45GbSfzXg/s72-c/IMG_1569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3469474849337782436</id><published>2009-10-07T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:07:47.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antibacterial Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Ss1y4i4RTfI/AAAAAAAABMI/TPFHdU39AQw/s1600-h/bacteria.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390090644793413106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Ss1y4i4RTfI/AAAAAAAABMI/TPFHdU39AQw/s200/bacteria.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So tired of all the hype! We are human...it isn't possible to be 100% free of bacteria. I caught myself laughing at my own actions today as I 'sanitized' my hands multiple times while driving here and there during the day. Of course I want what is best for my family, and to avoid unnecessary illness whenever possible. Does it have to be so crazy? Do people seriously think they can somehow teach a preschooler not to touch their face during the day when they're at preschool or daycare, etc? Hm, doubtful. I'm not downplaying the seriousness of the most recent flu outbreak...but just not buying the "we need to freak out" hype.  We will be ok people! Crazy world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3469474849337782436?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3469474849337782436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3469474849337782436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3469474849337782436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3469474849337782436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/antibacterial-life.html' title='Antibacterial Life'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Ss1y4i4RTfI/AAAAAAAABMI/TPFHdU39AQw/s72-c/bacteria.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2584895607802904199</id><published>2009-10-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:42:36.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stonewall is much closer than Ottawa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SslQy-aBSdI/AAAAAAAABLY/_ZQWMS3k10E/s1600-h/IMG_1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927265801325010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SslQy-aBSdI/AAAAAAAABLY/_ZQWMS3k10E/s200/IMG_1598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just got home from a great visit with my dear friend Larissa (and family) who I don't get to see nearly enough of. I am so thankful for the time we do get together when it happens...but it usually leaves me a little sad and reminded that it just isn't enough. Our little ones are almost both exactly the same age within a couple of months each, so that makes it extra fun too!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SslcRgFnLsI/AAAAAAAABLg/s5pX8NxmASg/s1600-h/IMG_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388939884866514626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SslcRgFnLsI/AAAAAAAABLg/s5pX8NxmASg/s200/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larissa's parents hosted us this weekend and treated us like royalty. Thank you so much Ralph and Pat for having a house full of crazy people this weekend! We also got to sneak in a visit with Jenn and kids and Aunty Kelsey too! (they came out to Stonewall). Lucky us!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sslc4LQNlfI/AAAAAAAABLo/tMEwFBsAn5E/s1600-h/IMG_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388940549288728050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sslc4LQNlfI/AAAAAAAABLo/tMEwFBsAn5E/s200/IMG_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larissa, you really ARE so special to me and we have something that isn't easy to find. I'm not giving up hope that you will be posted to Shilo someday...and stop telling me it isn't possible. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does Ottawa have to be so far away?&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/35008027-2584895607802904199?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2584895607802904199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2584895607802904199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2584895607802904199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2584895607802904199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/stonewall-is-much-closer-than-ottawa.html' title='Stonewall is much closer than Ottawa.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SslQy-aBSdI/AAAAAAAABLY/_ZQWMS3k10E/s72-c/IMG_1598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4523679720813774556</id><published>2009-10-01T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:20:08.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Rat Always Leaves a Sinking Ship First..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsTDOZhK3II/AAAAAAAABLQ/72NirBkG0UY/s1600-h/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387645706377550978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsTDOZhK3II/AAAAAAAABLQ/72NirBkG0UY/s320/rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could erase this conversation from my head!  It was "the" conversation I had with my grandparents when we let them know we were attending a new church a couple years ago.  It wasn't easy to make the change, and I wish my grandma could have heard (really listened to) that part of the story.  The part where she could hear all the wonderful things we have experienced by being a part of the Anglican church, and how God has met us and lead us to where we are now.  The part that would make it clear to her that we weren't disowning our Anglican faith, or making it somehow obsolete by going somewhere different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anglican church remains a huge part of my life story and my walk with God, and I will always feel connected to it.  I am thankful for all the friends and family that we encountered both at home and here in Brandon through Anglican connections. I miss some of them dearly.  I have this feeling that we are labelled as "rats" because of our departure...but perhaps I am only thinking that way because of my grandma's comment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter.  If I am a rat, I am a happy rat who feels I am where I am meant to be right now...hopefully heading in the direction and plan of where God wants me to be headed.  Everyone's paths are different.  I am thankful that God challenges us and calls us to break out of our comfort zones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(writing this and missing some of my friends and past connections in this moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-4523679720813774556?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4523679720813774556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4523679720813774556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4523679720813774556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4523679720813774556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/10/rat-always-leaves-sinking-ship-first.html' title='&quot;A Rat Always Leaves a Sinking Ship First...&quot;'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsTDOZhK3II/AAAAAAAABLQ/72NirBkG0UY/s72-c/rat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2243268039971872344</id><published>2009-09-29T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T05:33:22.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsH-iJ11bWI/AAAAAAAABLI/ZOa61sjr-Rg/s1600-h/IMG_0181-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386866492022549858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsH-iJ11bWI/AAAAAAAABLI/ZOa61sjr-Rg/s320/IMG_0181-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you God for sweet little Abby!&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/35008027-2243268039971872344?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2243268039971872344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2243268039971872344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2243268039971872344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2243268039971872344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-god-for-sweet-little-abby.html' title=''/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsH-iJ11bWI/AAAAAAAABLI/ZOa61sjr-Rg/s72-c/IMG_0181-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-123459458387348827</id><published>2009-09-28T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:55:59.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby C's Welcome Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsERZKo7h5I/AAAAAAAABKw/KSun0MAErpI/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386605753362253714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsERZKo7h5I/AAAAAAAABKw/KSun0MAErpI/s320/IMG_1445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the families from our small group at church coordinated a little welcome party (shower) for sweet baby Caitlin this past weekend. We hadn't really had any kind of actual "celebration" of her yet, so it was so nice and sweet of them to do so. We were very blessed with yummy treats, many generous gifts and good company. Josh even got to play floor hockey, which gave the shower an even better rating in his books! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsESF27KPOI/AAAAAAAABK4/QpJ95q9W9V0/s1600-h/IMG_1457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386606521164119266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsESF27KPOI/AAAAAAAABK4/QpJ95q9W9V0/s200/IMG_1457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still in the "Are you new here?" phase of being at Richmond Park, and this specific group of people has really welcomed us into the church. I am so thankful for each and every one of them, and they have made our church transition so much easier. I really look forward to getting to know them all better as our families continue to meet every Thursday. Oh, and did I mention that this same group of wonderful people also brought us meals when baby C was born? Blessed!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsEUmXbsYfI/AAAAAAAABLA/SJZ0Wg8pAp8/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386609278669578738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsEUmXbsYfI/AAAAAAAABLA/SJZ0Wg8pAp8/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. ♥&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/35008027-123459458387348827?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/123459458387348827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=123459458387348827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/123459458387348827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/123459458387348827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-cs-welcome-party.html' title='Baby C&apos;s Welcome Party'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SsERZKo7h5I/AAAAAAAABKw/KSun0MAErpI/s72-c/IMG_1445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-9145655684170093562</id><published>2009-09-25T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:22:00.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers (1)</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true. I follow my own blog. How sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-9145655684170093562?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/9145655684170093562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=9145655684170093562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9145655684170093562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9145655684170093562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/followers-1.html' title='Followers (1)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8084802446063499003</id><published>2009-09-23T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:01:02.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Srrf11N9p4I/AAAAAAAABKY/fPrZbugCcuM/s1600-h/IMG_1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384862420386555778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Srrf11N9p4I/AAAAAAAABKY/fPrZbugCcuM/s200/IMG_1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well as some of you know...I haven't been known for my culinary skills (YET).  It just isn't something I have chosen to take time on to learn.  I also didn't spend much time learning these things while I was still a kid either for whatever reason. (perhaps the endless number of extracurriculars had something to do with it...).  It isn't for lack of interest or that I don't enjoy it when I do spend time in the kitchen...SO I have decided that it is time to learn more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to announce that I learned how to make dill pickles today! Jennifer lent me some wisdom and her kitchen and supplies, and we transformed some of those fabulous cucumbers from the Klassen family into (hopefully) tasty pickles. Although I can't claim these pickles as 100% made by me...I must say I am pretty happy to feel as though I am on the verge of a new skill. I happen to love pickles, and as Jennifer kept saying...they really aren't as hard as people might think they are to make. :-)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SrrgOO27diI/AAAAAAAABKg/cU4ssxC-uSg/s1600-h/IMG_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384862839586125346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SrrgOO27diI/AAAAAAAABKg/cU4ssxC-uSg/s320/IMG_1348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8084802446063499003?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8084802446063499003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8084802446063499003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8084802446063499003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8084802446063499003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/pickles.html' title='Pickles!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Srrf11N9p4I/AAAAAAAABKY/fPrZbugCcuM/s72-c/IMG_1353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3868443281737621488</id><published>2009-09-11T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:36:07.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Supported Agriculture (CSA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqq_pcw_R6I/AAAAAAAABKE/j8xNDe0q2kQ/s1600-h/stellar_basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380323423664687010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqq_pcw_R6I/AAAAAAAABKE/j8xNDe0q2kQ/s400/stellar_basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please read this snippet I borrowed from a website called "&lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;Local Harvest&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about signing up for a CSA but want to learn more about the idea before you commit? Read on. Over the last 20 years, Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) has become a popular way for consumers to buy local, seasonal food directly from a farmer. Here are the basics: a farmer offers a certain number of "shares" to the public. Typically the share consists of a box of vegetables, but other farm products may be included. Interested consumers purchase a share (aka a "membership" or a "subscription") and in return receive a box (bag, basket) of seasonal produce each week throughout the farming season. This arrangement creates several rewards for both the farmer and the consumer. In brief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantages for farmers:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to spend time marketing the food early in the year, before their 16 hour days in the field begin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receive payment early in the season, which helps with the farm's cash flow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have an opportunity to get to know the people who eat the food they grow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantages for consumers: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat ultra-fresh (sometimes organic) food, with all the flavor and vitamin benefits &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get exposed to new vegetables and new ways of cooking &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usually get to visit the farm at least once a season &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find that kids typically favor food from "their" farm – even veggies they've never been known to eat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Develop a relationship with the farmer who grows their food and learn more about how food is grown &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alf and I decided to become a part of a local CSA this summer and have really enjoyed the experience.  The &lt;a href="http://www.klassewoodsnaturalfarm.com/index.htm"&gt;Klasse Woods Natural Farm&lt;/a&gt;, run by the Klassen family near Spruce Woods has put great things in our fridge and on our table over the past couple of months and we are really pleased with how it has gone.  If you don't have the luxury of owning your own garden, this makes it super easy to get garden fresh produce on your table each week.  We pick up our basket of fresh produce once every week at a central location in the city.  They'll be hosting a BBQ and tour of their farm on the weekend of September 19th for all their current customers and potential future customers.  Please let me know if you are interested in this CSA program at all for next year. They'll be taking deposits that weekend to hold spots for summer of 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3868443281737621488?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3868443281737621488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3868443281737621488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3868443281737621488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3868443281737621488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/community-supported-agriculture-csa.html' title='Community Supported Agriculture (CSA)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqq_pcw_R6I/AAAAAAAABKE/j8xNDe0q2kQ/s72-c/stellar_basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6182648105428043321</id><published>2009-09-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:48:13.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made by Rae Jackpack Backpack GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqh29pVsmEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/65KlZdhxn94/s1600-h/jackpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379680556335011906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqh29pVsmEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/65KlZdhxn94/s400/jackpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/09/made-by-rae-jackpack-backpack-guest.html"&gt;Made by Rae Jackpack Backpack GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&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/35008027-6182648105428043321?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6182648105428043321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6182648105428043321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6182648105428043321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6182648105428043321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/made-by-rae-jackpack-backpack-guest.html' title='Made by Rae Jackpack Backpack GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sqh29pVsmEI/AAAAAAAABJ8/65KlZdhxn94/s72-c/jackpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2113325111904755455</id><published>2009-09-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:47:38.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So you made an "ugly baby" comment...</title><content type='html'>(rant warning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You or a friend just made a comment about someone's "ugly baby" and got a chuckle from whoever you were with.  You thought it was harmless, and pretty darn funny.  Well...let me tell you what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently made a trip to the city and had a horrifying experience.  Two (rather feminine) guys walked past me pushing baby C in the stroller at Polo Park.  (Now I will say that being a new mom to 2 has it's challenges, including no time for pampering myself.  I was not showered, and certainly wasn't looking my best...but I thought I was in ok shape...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1 looks at baby C and then at me, and back at baby C again and says: "Look over there.  I can see where she gets HER looks from".  Guy 2 laughs as they walk by staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!? How can people be so awful?  I can take the insult for myself...sure ok.  But why do people feel the need to make fun of sweet little babies?  There was no room for interpretation in the way they said it.  I tried to brush it off, but it is obviously sticking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you feel the urge to laugh at an ugly baby comment or make one yourself, please reconsider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2113325111904755455?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2113325111904755455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2113325111904755455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2113325111904755455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2113325111904755455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-you-made-ugly-baby-comment.html' title='So you made an &quot;ugly baby&quot; comment...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2687400455053021539</id><published>2009-08-29T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:07:54.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedoodles Ruby Janes with Matching Hat Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375510759244225762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SpmmjgsK3OI/AAAAAAAABI4/OiwZU7psb0c/s320/medium-ruby-janes2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Pedoodles Ruby Janes with Matching Hat Giveaway!" href="http://babyhalfoff.com/blog/?p=584" rel="bookmark"&gt;Pedoodles Ruby Janes with Matching Hat Giveaway!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Baby Half Off on August 29, 2009 (copied from their website)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love the Ruby Janes (and so do our girls!) The &lt;a href="http://www.pedoodles.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pedoodles co&lt;/a&gt;. was kind enough to send us a few hats to give away to our awesome followers! Today is your chance to win a Pair of Ruby Janes with a Matching Hat.&lt;br /&gt;As usual you will have multiple opportunities to enter the giveaway. Giveaway will end Monday Aug. 31st at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;How to enter: (please leave a separate comment for each entry)&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell us what product you have loved the most that we have featured so far.&lt;br /&gt;2. E-mail 5 of your friends and tell them about Baby Half Off (include a link to our site) and copy us on your e-mail at customerservice@babyhalfoff.com&lt;br /&gt;3. Tweet about the giveaway (leave us a link)&lt;br /&gt;4. blog about the giveaway or grab our button for your blog. (leave us link)&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell your facebook friends about the giveaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyhalfoff.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/thumb-blue-fp-hat.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2687400455053021539?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2687400455053021539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2687400455053021539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2687400455053021539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2687400455053021539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/08/pedoodles-ruby-janes-with-matching-hat.html' title='Pedoodles Ruby Janes with Matching Hat Giveaway!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SpmmjgsK3OI/AAAAAAAABI4/OiwZU7psb0c/s72-c/medium-ruby-janes2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-304060025070442074</id><published>2009-08-27T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:51:51.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Excellent Gallbladder Adventure - Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SpZWo7L7HhI/AAAAAAAABIs/4UxEGIaeoJM/s1600-h/gallbladder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374578466395725330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SpZWo7L7HhI/AAAAAAAABIs/4UxEGIaeoJM/s320/gallbladder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is with sadness in my heart, that I announce the departure of my gallbladder from my body. It left me today at around noon, never to break down fat or be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After spending the past 5 months on a very low fat diet in hopes of keeping the stupid thing...it stabbed me in the back and gave me another very painful attack which began on Saturday night. I guess I could tell it was coming for a couple weeks before that, but was hoping it would calm down. Went to emerg twice that night, got admitted. Had an &lt;a href="http://digestive.niddk.nih.gov/ddiseases/pubs/ercp/"&gt;ERCP&lt;/a&gt; to remove a stone that had managed to sneak out of there and was causing some big issues. Waited until today (Wed) to get the whole thing out &lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/articles/114.html"&gt;(laparoscopic surgery), &lt;/a&gt;by which time I was so very ready to come home. I had a few cranky nurses during my 4 nights in hospital, but a couple of angel nurses too. I was in my own room in the children's ward so that Caitlin could stay with me when I was feeling up to it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Alf and my parents...the kids managed just fine without me. Alf drove Caitlin back and forth, and mom and dad had Josh at our place most of the time. It was not easy for me to be away from them this long! I am looking forward to eating real food and sleeping in my own bed - however tonight I can't seem to lay down comfortably and am trying to snooze in the big chair without much luck. I think my pain meds might be keeping me awake (which inspired this blog post...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing alright, although pretty sore. Hoping and praying for a quick recovery so that things might get back to "normal" around here soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is all I have to say about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-304060025070442074?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/304060025070442074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=304060025070442074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/304060025070442074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/304060025070442074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/08/aprils-excellent-gallbladder-adventure.html' title='April&apos;s Excellent Gallbladder Adventure - Part Deux'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SpZWo7L7HhI/AAAAAAAABIs/4UxEGIaeoJM/s72-c/gallbladder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8407780065118939581</id><published>2009-07-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:39:46.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SnHO3u6-IFI/AAAAAAAABIk/kndeSjimn1k/s1600-h/IMG_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364296088058470482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SnHO3u6-IFI/AAAAAAAABIk/kndeSjimn1k/s320/IMG_0856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having one heck of a busy summer. Click on the links below to see what we've been up to! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=279262&amp;amp;id=617990257&amp;amp;l=d4fc74ee82"&gt;July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=289965&amp;amp;id=617990257&amp;amp;l=9685f55287"&gt;More July 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=312104&amp;amp;id=617990257&amp;amp;l=dfa9637f0b"&gt;August 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8407780065118939581?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8407780065118939581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8407780065118939581' title='1 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3530723444652965467</id><published>2009-06-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:03:59.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Caitlin May Archambault</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAAMhngQSI/AAAAAAAABHU/5KGyYLXzEC4/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345772972871270690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAAMhngQSI/AAAAAAAABHU/5KGyYLXzEC4/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It will be 1 week today since sweet baby Caitlin's arrival on June 3rd at 9:15pm. She weighed 7lbs, 6oz and was 20.5 inches at birth. Our birth experience was absolutely different than our previous one, and I am so happy and proud to say that it went so much better than we could even hope for. We were blessed with an amazing team of midwives who cared for us extremely well throughout the pregnancy, and Anne especially - who was there for the labour and birth to bring Caitlin into the world. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAAm2semdI/AAAAAAAABHc/TjuhKtEDYmk/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345773425205877202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAAm2semdI/AAAAAAAABHc/TjuhKtEDYmk/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew things were getting started in the middle of the night on Monday, and I've proven that I usually seem to know what is going on with my body. Although I still had a long and painful pre and early labour, we laboured much longer at home, and didn't head into the hospital until I was already 5cm. We arrived there at 6pm on Wednesday and she was born at 9:15! No epidural, no morphine...but somehow we did it! No tearing, no episiotomy...unbelievable. Not without pain by any means ;-) but only 2o minutes of pushing in comparison to (insert extremely longer timeframe here) was a good trade! We were doing so well that we got to go home less than 24 hours later. Happy to sleep in our own bed so soon. This birth was truely peaceful and was such an amazing experience and miracle - one which I felt much more present for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjABcGiokqI/AAAAAAAABHk/gNUx3RDE3hA/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345774339992621730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjABcGiokqI/AAAAAAAABHk/gNUx3RDE3hA/s200/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caitlin is a sweet, content and quiet little baby. She is happy and healthy and already much past her birth weight! Josh is such a proud big brother and is happy to sing her songs, give her kisses and hugs and protect her from too many flash photos. ("that's too bright for the baby mom...") We are so proud of him for taking in the change so well. We're all adjusting to sharing the upstairs together, which will take some time due to lack of walls and doors (noise-wise)...but that'll come. Alf has been wonderful and is at home for a while longer but will probably have to go back early next week. :-( Of course this will be another transition time for us...but for now we're enjoying the family time while we have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that many of you have been praying for us, and your prayers have been heard and answered. We have been blessed with a smooth delivery, meals, help with Josh, amazing diaper-making fairies and some special visits. Thank you so much to all of you for your kindness and help during our transition into a family of 4!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAC5VR-tqI/AAAAAAAABHs/MSb0tbsVTlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345775941677135522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAC5VR-tqI/AAAAAAAABHs/MSb0tbsVTlQ/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/35008027-3530723444652965467?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3530723444652965467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3530723444652965467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3530723444652965467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3530723444652965467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-caitlin-may-archambault.html' title='Welcome Caitlin May Archambault'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SjAAMhngQSI/AAAAAAAABHU/5KGyYLXzEC4/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7627285209388580884</id><published>2009-05-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:55:34.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Day + Kite = Good times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ShYSXQ5IUTI/AAAAAAAABG0/0r1BQfpUGNg/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338474599175180594" style="FLOAT: right; 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The past month has been especially difficult, and for those of you who have been by my side, prayed for me, called me, visited me, phoned me, etc.... THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.  I was not expecting this part of the pregnancy to be so filled with challenges.  Last pregnancy I felt wonderful during the few last months, and honestly...it has kind of been exactly opposite this time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gallbladder attacks and being in hospital was not really something I was prepared for, but we are hopeful that we can keep things under control especially until the baby is born.  I will probably opt for surgery to remove the gallbladder and stones...but for now the focus is on looking after this little unborn baby.  So far, a very low fat diet and monitoring everything I eat has been working.  I am still low on iron, and working on that too...  all in all being recommended to stay home from now on.  I will speak with work tomorrow...which has been a hard decision for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday, and Alf and I had a nice little supper on the back patio in the sunshine.  Steamed asparagus, bbq'd chicken and roasted baby potatoes with lemon pepper. It was really nice, but strange that Joshy hasn't been here all day! (he's in Shoal Lake until tomorrow...) Thanks to those of you who wished me a happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my little update...must go to sleep. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2270576948521782271?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2270576948521782271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2270576948521782271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2270576948521782271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2270576948521782271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/05/34-12-weeks-and-counting.html' title='34 1/2 Weeks and counting...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1641384021244465920</id><published>2009-04-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:09:12.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Her.</title><content type='html'>It is one of those weekends where it is impossible not to miss the presence of my dear Grandma.  The family is gathering at Grandpa's house. The love and friendship of our extended family has been created and  passed down to my generation by example.  These family gatherings are so special to me, and were to Grandma.  It is still hard for me even to think of being there without her being there.  Maybe if I am crying as I write this, I  won't need to be crying the whole time on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1641384021244465920?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1641384021244465920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1641384021244465920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1641384021244465920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1641384021244465920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/04/missing-her.html' title='Missing Her.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-5473179305192410790</id><published>2009-04-01T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:41:44.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we're at.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;About Blog:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, total blog neglect lately.  Apparently I'm too lazy myself to have to "log in" to post anything. (nevermind my readers!!) Ok...truthfully, not lazy...just very busy and slightly if not more than slightly overwhelmed.  In this fresh moment where I am allowing myself a chance to breathe...I decided that I should probably post a little something or other. In other news, I have decided to lift the ban on strangers.  No more logging in to read this.  (at least for now...).  So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Baby: &lt;/strong&gt;At almost 30 weeks pregnant, things are starting to click in.  Yes, we will have a new little one in a very short time.  Yes, we have lots of things to do in the next couple months in preparation. Yes, it is likely we will only complete about 1/2 of it (fingers crossed).  At 30 weeks, this little baby is about 3 pounds, and growing like crazy.  We had a 2nd ultrasound this week to eliminate the possibility of a low lying placenta--but we are in the clear and very thankful that this issue has been resolved. Things with my midwife Claire have been going nicely.  I've reached the point where I will be going every 2 weeks now, and the next 2 appointments will not be with her.  I get to meet the 2 other midwifes on her team, in the event she is unable to be at the birth herself.  I like this very much.  If you know anything of my previous labour and birth--one of my biggest fears this time around is getting some random doctor that I am completely unfamiliar with to deliver this baby.  (not to mention that I still shake when I see him on the street...).  I love that there is almost zero chance of this happening this time.  One of these midwives will be by my side. I can't say enough positive things about the whole midwife experience.  It is night and day compared to my previous experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Joshy:&lt;/strong&gt;  Josh is growing like crazy, and is such a little comedian.  I have had guilty mother syndrome lately, as I have had to work late shifts and not be here as often...thankfully this is coming to an end.  We are all happier when we have time to spend together as a family, and I know these moments of just the 3 of us are precious and few remaining.  Josh loves singing his ABC's and many other songs....he is very musical.  I am determined to get him in a kids music program this year when I am off...he will love it.  Also looking into potential pre-schools he could go to a couple times a week.  I think it will be good for him.  Update: I just phoned the pre-school we were considering...and registered him. :-) The lady was lovely and explained every little detail to me.  We'll go together as a family in the next month or so to see everything in action. Yay!  Of course, this is all pending his 100% completion of potty training...he is doing well, but we're not quite there yet.  I blame ourselves for most of the "not quite done" part...it is so hard to focus on when we are both working full time, and depending on the daycare to train him isn't realistic.  We're good with #1, just need to work on #2....it will be a lovely achievement when the day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Work:  &lt;/strong&gt;Wow...it has been busy.  I honestly do like the process of planning, managing, and implementing an entire project mostly on my own (the lottery)...however I have had many 2nd thoughts lately on the whole lottery thing.   Starting to see the shady side of it all I guess... the thousands of people who are so very obviously addicted in one way or another. Hmm. Anyway...putting that aside--I am excited to report a very successful lottery this time around, and I can't help but be a little proud of that.  Now, I just need to wrap everything up in a pretty little bow before I am done work on May 15th.  I let dissappointment creep in last week, due to the uncertainty of future work with the college...but I am choosing to believe that there may be something better out there for me when my year at home is up.  It may be continuing to stay at home...or something different entirely...who knows. There is something exciting about not having everything set in stone...and after doing this with 6 years for ACC, it is nothing new.  I must say though, that the way the college treats some of their employees is rather shameful.  Who knew that 6 years later I would still have nothing permanent?  I have gained valuable experience and knowledge that I will gladly take with me when I go...but it still doesn't replace the good feeling of knowing you are "important" enough to create a permanent position for--something I have been asking for since 2003.  I would like to find myself working with the CAER team again someday...but time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Weather: &lt;/strong&gt;Give me spring, and quickly!  The thought of spring and summer brings a smile to my face, and I just can't wait any longer. There is so much to do when the weather is nice. Looking forward to enjoying it. Stop. snowing. &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Disaster Zones:  &lt;/strong&gt;(aka: our house).  I am enjoying a few moments this morning (have today and tomorrow off)...but I am going to try to get some serious cleaning and organizing done today and tomorrow.  I'm thinking of setting up an electric shock system if I come near the computer. haha....no I mean I will use will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tuning in, and remember....no more logging in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-5473179305192410790?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/5473179305192410790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=5473179305192410790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5473179305192410790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/5473179305192410790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-were-at.html' title='Where we&apos;re at.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4793124920117227471</id><published>2009-03-06T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T14:16:24.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self:</title><content type='html'>Password protected blogs get read much less often. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-4793124920117227471?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4793124920117227471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4793124920117227471' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4793124920117227471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4793124920117227471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/03/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self:'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3201967760864796867</id><published>2009-03-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:16:01.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Ryan! Congrats Guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sav30wvAhsI/AAAAAAAABGU/NETOJ_4OM_I/s1600-h/babyryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308609071593588418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sav30wvAhsI/AAAAAAAABGU/NETOJ_4OM_I/s400/babyryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to little Ryan Michael Higuchi, who was born on March 1st- his exact due date! Congrats to Mike, Larissa and Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Larissa and I have been pregnant at the same time both times. Last time Josh was born 3 months before Nadia, and this time--Ryan about the same amount of time before baby Archambault.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY for you guys. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3201967760864796867?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3201967760864796867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3201967760864796867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3201967760864796867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3201967760864796867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-baby-ryan-congrats-guys.html' title='Welcome Baby Ryan! Congrats Guys!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/Sav30wvAhsI/AAAAAAAABGU/NETOJ_4OM_I/s72-c/babyryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6949683428910508729</id><published>2009-02-19T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:49:50.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update of Sorts...</title><content type='html'>1) I am now 24 weeks pregnant and counting. Hard to believe it is getting that close. Yikes! It is also hard to believe that at 27 weeks pregnant with Josh, Alf and I headed off to the Dominican for our long awaited honeymoon. I don't know exactly what it is, but this pregnancy has been different.  At this stage now I couldn't possibly imagine bouncing along on a safari ride through the Dominican countryside....geez!! Some people say your body reacts differently the 2nd time around...I guess that might be part of it.  The baby is a kicker.  I had a dream that my labour lasted 45 minutes...lol wishful thinking?  We haven't done much to get ready for the baby just yet, but plan on letting him or her bunk in our room for quite a long while anyway, and well...the 2nd time around you just know that there isn't much you really need but love, milk and diapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We are just over half way through our big lottery at work.  (The Assiniboine Community College Building on Demand Lottery).  I have a few mixed feelings about the nature of lotteries, but overall feel that it is a good cause (supporting skilled trades in MB) and have enjoyed orchestrating the whole thing.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yes...that does mean that I am solely responsible for the brochure(s) you may have received in the mail. Sorry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I enjoy the lottery because it is something I get to create and see through from beginning to end, which doesn't otherwise happen that often for me at work.  It is going well despite daily challenges and obstacles.  I am looking forward to it being finished though...which will put me that much closer to May 15th-my last day of work before the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Josh is a source of constant joy in our lives.  It goes without saying that there are many challenging 2 year old moments, but he is turning into a lovely little boy.  He makes me laugh, and is so silly.  The bigger his vocabulary gets, the funnier he is. I can't wait to continue to see him learn more and more each day...it is fabulous.  He's pretty interested in the baby in my tummy, but doesn't quite get that it will be out of my tummy one day soon.  Kind of hard to grasp.  We have a couple books, but I think I'll look for some more to try to help explain the whole thing.  I think he's going to like being a big brother. :-)  We've decided to look into sending him to nursery school in the fall, which I think could be great. I loved my own nursery school and have very fond memories of it (I was 3 and 4).  We hope to find somewhere that will be a good fit for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Alf and I get a date tomorrow! Thanks mom and dad!! It has been far too long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We had a nice visit in Shoal Lake/Foxwarren last weekend.  Mom and Dad's singing group had a performance in Birtle that I got to go to.  It was really good!  It was also the first time I went to the farm in Foxwarren since Grandma died...so it was pretty emotionally exhausting.  I spent the majority of the time trying not to cry in front of Grandpa.  Just so difficult to be there with so many reminders of her in every corner.  Her sunglasses left out on the counter, her slippers in the landing, no doubt she had put them there.  They are just things...I know.  But man...things are sure emotional triggers.  I don't know how Grandpa does it day to day...  I feel I have a long way to go in the grieving process.  Does it ever end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Larissa is due in 2 weeks (give or take)! :-) I'm super excited and can't wait to meet the new little Higuchi this summer.  Thinking of you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Lana's Birthday is very soon, and I wish I had my own carrier pigeon that could make it overseas.  Wait...maybe a giant carrier pigeon big enough to carry me along with the letters...haha.  I'm not a fan of how long snail mail (combined with my organizing skills) takes to get to her....sigh.  Hint: it WILL get there though...true story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a lot more to say, but will save it for next time.  &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6949683428910508729?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6949683428910508729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6949683428910508729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6949683428910508729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6949683428910508729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-of-sorts.html' title='An Update of Sorts...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6182269924113976480</id><published>2009-02-11T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:03:23.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Friends. :-)</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the first day of my new and improved "invited readers only" blog.  I must admit that I wish I didn't have to worry about weird people I don't know making inappropriate comments and other such things--but I guess that is the world we live in.  In order to make an attempt at protecting my family and my humble blog writing efforts, and keep them among people who have a genuine interest in our lives...this is the route we are going.  So, that being said...thank you for telling me you wanted to be on the list!  If you didn't tell me that yourself, well then count yourself in the group of people I chose to include whether or not they volunteered. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back soon. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6182269924113976480?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6182269924113976480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6182269924113976480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6182269924113976480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6182269924113976480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-friends.html' title='Welcome Friends. :-)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-761742095498428259</id><published>2009-01-31T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:15:10.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Closing Down</title><content type='html'>Hi there friends.  Due to an increase in unwanted comments on my blog--I will be changing the settings to "invited readers only".  Because I know there are quite a few of you out there who rarely comment, this is your chance to let me know you'd like to keep reading.  Send me a note, or even just make a comment on this post to let me know you'd like to keep on reading the exciting tales of my life story. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if no one comments, i will certainly cry. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-761742095498428259?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/761742095498428259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=761742095498428259' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/761742095498428259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/761742095498428259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-closing-down.html' title='Blog Closing Down'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1390309002285972275</id><published>2009-01-25T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:30:20.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't think about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It didn't happen.  I was there in her last moments, but it isn't real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That is what stage of grief I am at.  Not great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until I want to call her, or hold her hand, or laugh with her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She isn't here, or there.  Nowhere I can be with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And then I am reminded of this everyday awareness that Grandpa wakes up to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No option not to think about it for him.  Everything is there with him--without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1390309002285972275?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1390309002285972275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1390309002285972275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1390309002285972275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1390309002285972275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-i-dont-think-about-it.html' title='If I don&apos;t think about it.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2605894387304695752</id><published>2009-01-23T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:55:58.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The No Cry Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SXoDvdYKugI/AAAAAAAABFo/bvgYsGwvzBo/s1600-h/nocrynap.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294548425802168834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SXoDvdYKugI/AAAAAAAABFo/bvgYsGwvzBo/s400/nocrynap.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a new book in the "No Cry" series: “The No-Cry Nap Solution: Guaranteed Gentle Ways to Solve All Your Naptime Problems” by Elizabeth Pantley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your child only nap in your arms, in a swing, or after elaborate rituals? Does your child take cat naps -- or none at all? Let world-renowned, trusted parenting author Elizabeth Pantley help you. She’ll guide you with the same sensitive expertise and gentle approach used in her other No-Cry bestsellers about sleep, discipline and potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her website for info on her other fantastic books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pantley.com/elizabeth/"&gt;http://www.pantley.com/elizabeth/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. If you're interested in posting this info on your own blog, you'll get entered into a contest to win one of three sets of 2 complete series of her books.  (one to keep and one to give away on your blog).  Just post, and then send her your blog page, email address and name.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2605894387304695752?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2605894387304695752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2605894387304695752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2605894387304695752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2605894387304695752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-cry-series.html' title='The No Cry Series'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SXoDvdYKugI/AAAAAAAABFo/bvgYsGwvzBo/s72-c/nocrynap.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-125607911652137376</id><published>2009-01-14T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:45:19.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you, Grandma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SW6TG9QGedI/AAAAAAAABEg/tv2oN1jDoJs/s1600-h/beautfulgrandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291328359937505746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SW6TG9QGedI/AAAAAAAABEg/tv2oN1jDoJs/s400/beautfulgrandma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our dearest Grandma Hamilton left to be with Jesus in Heaven last night around 8:oopm. My mom, dad and myself were all there with her when she went away. It was peaceful and quick--an answer to prayer and her wishes.  She did not want to linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to explain how special Grandma has been to me, and how painful it will be to not have her around.  We are thanking God for her full life of 86 years, and it has been an honour to share each and every one of my 28 years with her.  She has been there for every little thing, and I am so blessed by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last conversation with Grandma when she was still awake, was on Monday night.  I told her that we loved her, and she said "I love you all too" and blew Alf and I both kisses as we were leaving.  I will cherish that moment forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to so many of you who have held Grandma and us all in thought and prayer over the past few weeks, and for continuing to pray for the family at this difficult time. She is at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-125607911652137376?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/125607911652137376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=125607911652137376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/125607911652137376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/125607911652137376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-you-grandma.html' title='Loving you, Grandma.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SW6TG9QGedI/AAAAAAAABEg/tv2oN1jDoJs/s72-c/beautfulgrandma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8174979732779747842</id><published>2009-01-07T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:32:59.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Notes to Self:</title><content type='html'>1) Go to bed earlier you stupid stupid person.&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't assume that "no one" gets tickets for having your extension cord cross the sidewalk to plug your vehicle in without one of those stupid wooden extension cord things. Good morning, here is your ticket April!&lt;br /&gt;3) Stop eating lunch while working. You don't get a break, and you also spill things on the keyboard pretty much every day.&lt;br /&gt;4) Don't worry about these petty things when there are more important things happening that require your energy and attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8174979732779747842?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8174979732779747842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8174979732779747842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8174979732779747842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8174979732779747842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-notes-to-self.html' title='Today&apos;s Notes to Self:'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1525969748991013924</id><published>2009-01-06T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:35:36.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray for Grandma Hamilton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SWOJOnoN-EI/AAAAAAAABDI/J_q-NZOfts0/s1600-h/grandmaapril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288221271711938626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SWOJOnoN-EI/AAAAAAAABDI/J_q-NZOfts0/s320/grandmaapril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a difficult time, as our Grandma Hamilton is really not doing well. Her heart and her kidneys are failing, and showing no improvement. She has had a full happy life and has only become ill in the past few years. This doesn't make it easier for her or for the family. I'm just asking for your prayers....that God would comfort her and those who love her. And that if healing is in His plans, that He would heal. As I write this, she is in the ambulance on the way to Brandon for an echocardiogram to see if there is anything else they can do. We aren't sure she'll make the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your prayers, they mean so very much to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE:  I spent some time with Grandma at the hospital tonight.  The problem isn't what it seems and many more tests much be done. We got some smiles and nice stories out of her tonight, and we are praying for a restful night and wisdom for the Doctors tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1525969748991013924?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1525969748991013924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1525969748991013924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1525969748991013924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1525969748991013924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2009/01/please-pray-for-grandma-hamilton.html' title='Please Pray for Grandma Hamilton.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SWOJOnoN-EI/AAAAAAAABDI/J_q-NZOfts0/s72-c/grandmaapril.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1052014891972156857</id><published>2008-12-28T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:19:32.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshy's Christmas Cut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVgWxuaR0KI/AAAAAAAABDA/UOB0qfgTWFY/s1600-h/Josh+2008011+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVgWxuaR0KI/AAAAAAAABDA/UOB0qfgTWFY/s320/Josh+2008011+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284999206246928546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1052014891972156857?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1052014891972156857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1052014891972156857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1052014891972156857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1052014891972156857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/joshys-christmas-cut.html' title='Joshy&apos;s Christmas Cut!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVgWxuaR0KI/AAAAAAAABDA/UOB0qfgTWFY/s72-c/Josh+2008011+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7713534444993954323</id><published>2008-12-28T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:09:37.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at the Decker Colony</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! I will save more Christmas stories for a later post, but i felt the urge to mention our last night's activities here first.  After a whirlwind of traveling, eating and gift exchanging...we've been pretty settled here in SL for a few days now.  Last night, we decided to head out to Decker &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hutterite"&gt;Hutterite&lt;/a&gt; Colony to attend their "Friends and Neighbours Evening" which is held every year just after Christmas.  It is a concert of sorts featuring beautiful Christmas music, the traditional Christmas story and a small supper in between acts.  I had never been, but found the whole experience quite interesting and enjoyable.  Josh was absolutely facinated in their performance of the Christmas story, and I've honestly never seen him sit more still since he was a newborn.  It was special to me, because in the whirlwind of travelling, my nausea and Alf's work schedule...we really hadn't been to church very much over the past month-including me not being able to go on Christmas Eve.  I found myself pretty interested in the hutterite culture, and realized how little I (and most of us) really know about them.  We had to duck out a little early, but all in all it was a lovely little evening.  Hope you are all safe and warm! &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7713534444993954323?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7713534444993954323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7713534444993954323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7713534444993954323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7713534444993954323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-at-decker-colony.html' title='Christmas at the Decker Colony'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-9062324329571530999</id><published>2008-12-23T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:16:33.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archambault Christmas Itinerary 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVEJtGXAgWI/AAAAAAAABC4/PqUZvCZtivw/s1600-h/rudolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283014508288180578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVEJtGXAgWI/AAAAAAAABC4/PqUZvCZtivw/s320/rudolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here it is folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 20-21&lt;/strong&gt;- Lowry Family Christmas in Ashern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 24-25&lt;/strong&gt;- Memere &amp;amp; Pepere's in Ste. Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 25&lt;/strong&gt;- Hamilton Family Christmas in Shoal Lake &amp;amp; Foxwarren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 26-30'ish&lt;/strong&gt;-A time without travel for April and Josh, hangin' in Shoal Lake, Alf back at work. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 1-3&lt;/strong&gt; - Archambault Family Christmas in Kola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 3&lt;/strong&gt; - Canadian Tire Christmas Bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...we are in full control of what we do with our Christmas each year you say. We could opt to stay put and avoid all the driving and craziness. It is true, and one day we probably will. For me though, family is such a big part of Christmas and I couldn't imagine not sharing it with them, even if they do live all over the province. So, for another year we will travel the province at Christmas time. If we look like we could all use a nap next time you see us, it will probably be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever this holiday season takes you, praying for safe travels and special moments with friends and family. Merry Christmas! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-9062324329571530999?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/9062324329571530999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=9062324329571530999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9062324329571530999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9062324329571530999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/archambault-christmas-itinerary-2008.html' title='Archambault Christmas Itinerary 2008'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SVEJtGXAgWI/AAAAAAAABC4/PqUZvCZtivw/s72-c/rudolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6449903390333305138</id><published>2008-12-11T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:01:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflatable Christmas Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SUFxek9FGEI/AAAAAAAABCw/j1VCLX9utqk/s1600-h/penguins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278625008384809026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SUFxek9FGEI/AAAAAAAABCw/j1VCLX9utqk/s320/penguins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ;-) Add this to the list of things I never thought I'd purchase in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes...I bought an $11 inflatable Christmas Penguin at Home Depot on my lunch hour today. Alf and I not normally being fans of such Christmas decorations...it may come as a surprise to those of you driving by our place after today. Josh loves the things...and well shucks I just couldn't help it...for $11. Josh will love it, and we'll love it because he loves it. The end. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6449903390333305138?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6449903390333305138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6449903390333305138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6449903390333305138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6449903390333305138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/inflatable-christmas-happiness.html' title='Inflatable Christmas Happiness'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SUFxek9FGEI/AAAAAAAABCw/j1VCLX9utqk/s72-c/penguins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8586711262044525407</id><published>2008-12-09T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:00:35.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's (not so) Little Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8iosxAIRI/AAAAAAAABCo/7_4VFRERifM/s1600-h/IMG_8270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8iosxAIRI/AAAAAAAABCo/7_4VFRERifM/s320/IMG_8270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277975370908311826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8ioFDZBjI/AAAAAAAABCg/XzLU5Gns50A/s1600-h/IMG_8262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8ioFDZBjI/AAAAAAAABCg/XzLU5Gns50A/s320/IMG_8262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277975360248022578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8inzJI68I/AAAAAAAABCY/409pCcmbnuM/s1600-h/IMG_8265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8inzJI68I/AAAAAAAABCY/409pCcmbnuM/s320/IMG_8265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277975355440294850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8inf0Mc7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/y579RWW63aM/s1600-h/IMG_8259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8inf0Mc7I/AAAAAAAABCQ/y579RWW63aM/s320/IMG_8259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277975350252172210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8586711262044525407?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8586711262044525407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8586711262044525407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8586711262044525407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8586711262044525407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/daddys-not-so-little-helper.html' title='Daddy&apos;s (not so) Little Helper'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/ST8iosxAIRI/AAAAAAAABCo/7_4VFRERifM/s72-c/IMG_8270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7539880486879869338</id><published>2008-12-03T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:07:21.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Archambault on the Way!</title><content type='html'>It is with great relief that we have finally decided to tell the world about our newest exciting news.  I am about 13 weeks pregnant and we are expecting a new little Archambault about June 10th/09.  I have not been able to sneak past the nausea this time around either, and have been desperately tired and sick for the past 3 months.  For those of you who have not experienced "morning sickness"...well there is just no way to explain it properly.  Those of you who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; experienced it...you'll know why I strongly dislike the person who named it morning sickness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hear the little baby's heartbeat last week, which was lovely.  Everything seems to be coming along nicely.  Josh has a slight understanding that something is going on in mommy's tummy.  He accepted that there is a baby in there, but then also asked if there was one in my elbow, knee, foot, etc.... hee hee hee. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to go with a midwife this time around (click &lt;a href="http://www.midwivesofmaryland.org/about-midwives/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read about common misconceptions), and so far I am very content with that decision.  Our midwife's name is Claire and she is very nice.  I am loving the comfortable environment, the lack of feeling rushed in and out of the doctor's office, the informative nature and care of the midwife, and just the feeling of knowing that things will be different this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that in a few months only, we will have another little one in our care.  This of course brings feelings of all sorts, but I am confident that all will work out and we will once again learn as we go.  Thank you to those of you who have given me much needed support over the past few months...emotionally, physically and well gingerly (thanks ginger fairy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to sharing more soon. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7539880486879869338?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7539880486879869338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7539880486879869338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7539880486879869338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7539880486879869338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-archambault-on-way.html' title='Baby Archambault on the Way!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6467863428941930581</id><published>2008-11-11T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:59:20.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SRuJEOriUZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/U3viN52LmCs/s1600-h/Purple+Snowflake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SRuJEOriUZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/U3viN52LmCs/s320/Purple+Snowflake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267954894893109650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still finding it hard to believe that it is already the middle of November, but that's the way it goes I guess! It never fails to catch me off guard at how quickly the retail world plasters Christmas everywhere immediately following Halloween night.  And the not so funny part is how it relates to Alf and his work.  By the time Christmas comes around, he is usually Christmased out to the max.  Back in my own retail days, I remember being disgusted with the stores I worked in and how many times we had to listen to the same poppy Christmas album over and over in a day at work.  The angry and flustered customers frantically racing around trying to "spread joy" via credit cards.  I can understand how he can get to feeling the way he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our small group at church, we were just talking about the craziness of Christmas and how easy it is to get caught up in the retail Christmas machine.  In the past couple of years, we have made a few small changes in our Christmas giving...one that includes the &lt;a href="https://catalogue.worldvision.ca/gifts/Forms/Home.aspx?mc=3221603&amp;amp;lang=en"&gt;World Vision gift catalogue&lt;/a&gt;.  I really like this giving option for family and friends, and they've expanded it to include more things this year.  (you can give antibiotics, books, clothing to children, agriculture packs to a family, a goat, two hens and a rooster, etc etc...in honour of your gift recipient)  As for other gifts, we will strive to be simple this year.  I'm not saying it is going to be easy to make this transition, but we're going to try!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SRuI367LTZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OkkMRhSnU-o/s1600-h/jesus_manger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SRuI367LTZI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OkkMRhSnU-o/s320/jesus_manger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267954683431570834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding the lack of sunlight less than enjoyable, and still not quite used to the snow that has stayed around since its arrival a while ago.  The time change was tricky and I still think we're all out of sorts a little.  I can't believe it is getting dark already on the way home from work a 4:30...  I'm not a huge fan of this "in between" stage, and honestly would just rather winter come full force so we can move onto Spring that much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice visit with my friend Jody and her daughter Jade at the crazy Playtime Entertainment indoor play structure.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: Don't go there on a Saturday afternoon-ever. &lt;/span&gt; Craziness!  After it settled down and more people went home, it was pretty fun for the kids.  Luckily I had a gift certificate left over, so that made it an ok expense. :-) We're back into budgeting every penny which is hard, but will hopefully allow us to get back on track.  It is especially hard to do this during Christmas, but I guess that ties into the whole simple Christmas thing too...so it is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for tuning in. Talk to you soon! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  How do you simplify your Christmas? It is your "April's Blog" homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6467863428941930581?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6467863428941930581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6467863428941930581' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6467863428941930581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6467863428941930581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/11/days-in-november.html' title='Days in November'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SRuJEOriUZI/AAAAAAAAA0c/U3viN52LmCs/s72-c/Purple+Snowflake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-9194000303959439721</id><published>2008-11-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:48:01.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallowe'en!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZvbxmT3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/wTAqO_QhozI/s1600-h/IMG_8205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263680735933779826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZvbxmT3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/wTAqO_QhozI/s320/IMG_8205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZuTx7GxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/82_ec_NEjks/s1600-h/IMG_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263680716607789842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZuTx7GxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/82_ec_NEjks/s320/IMG_8190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZuzz0ssI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iWFO6GqpmY4/s1600-h/IMG_8193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263680725205693122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZuzz0ssI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iWFO6GqpmY4/s320/IMG_8193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZt2-2k-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LhWK6ARpOeQ/s1600-h/IMG_8189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263680708877390818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZt2-2k-I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LhWK6ARpOeQ/s320/IMG_8189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxaPqSfVMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W9sGsb3h-mo/s1600-h/IMG_8207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681289585644738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxaPqSfVMI/AAAAAAAAA0A/W9sGsb3h-mo/s320/IMG_8207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year was Joshy's first try at actually trick or treating. We squeezed in just enough time after his nap to carve a very friendly looking pumpkin. He loved it, and wanted to help with every step. He didn't really understand why it would be better if we kept the pieces we cut out to make the face out of the pumpkin, and kept wanting to put the pumpkins eyes and nose back where they belonged. Haha...it was cute. Alf got home, and we picked up Annalee (our little witch) and headed to the area that Josh's daycare is at. After a couple of houses, he began to realize the fun in it and was having a blast! That one street was plenty candy for a 2 1/2 year old, and he was already pretty tired after walking the block. We stopped in for a visit at Janet and Ethan's and Annalee and I did some houses in that area while Josh and Alf stayed there. Cali was the cutest little monkey ever, and even wore her hat for us. After dropping Josh and Alf off at home, Annalee and I did a few more rounds and I dropped her off with a sack full of candy. Perhaps not quite as much as she wanted, but in my opinion-lots!! Happy Hallowe'en! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZv-aVKtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UNJI9lPrnfk/s1600-h/IMG_8218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263680745231428306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZv-aVKtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/UNJI9lPrnfk/s320/IMG_8218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Josh picked out his costume all by himself on a shopping trip to Value Village with Grandma. It was a home made cozy winnie the pooh outfit that only set us back $7, and even at that--Grandma paid for it. He demanded to put it on in the store, and wouldn't take it off. He wasn't too keen on having a bear nose, so that got wiped off pretty much right away, and that hat was probably off more than on--but it was a fun costume and he's enjoying seeing himself in the pictures now. Thanks Grandma!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZuTx7GxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/82_ec_NEjks/s1600-h/IMG_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxaPK7ZDXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jlkuqwmDCkc/s1600-h/IMG_8214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681281167265138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxaPK7ZDXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/jlkuqwmDCkc/s320/IMG_8214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-9194000303959439721?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/9194000303959439721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=9194000303959439721' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9194000303959439721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/9194000303959439721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Hallowe&apos;en!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQxZvbxmT3I/AAAAAAAAAzo/wTAqO_QhozI/s72-c/IMG_8205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-949045826246143246</id><published>2008-10-29T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:00:28.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQoSHjGUlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rWiaYCEnooo/s1600-h/sillyjoshmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263039035425985922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQoSHjGUlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rWiaYCEnooo/s400/sillyjoshmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well looking back, I haven't really said much about what Josh is up to these days. He is a pretty happy little guy who likes to stay busy. He is approximately 2 1/2 now, which is kind of crazy when I think about it too long. Lately he has been amazing us with new words almost every day--not just saying them, but understanding what they mean. It is really a neat experience to see him grow in this way. Some of his favorite things right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books. (he even cuddles them at night when he is falling asleep)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitty Pictures (whenever I go anywhere near the computer, he simply must see kitty pictures...and we could look at them forever).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proudly pointing out his cousin Abby in all pictures we have of her around the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Riding" his tricycle. (aka running straddled over it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Care Bears movie we have....does anyone have a different one we could borrow? ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going downstairs to the basement, where everything seems to be more fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His friend Kien at daycare...they hug in the morning...so cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dumping toy bins...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;His precious beads. (generously given to us by Cheryl)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Putting his own socks on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making his toys talk to each other with silly voices.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Building Lego with Grandpa Hamilton.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeating everything we say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing his ABC's, Twinkle Twinkle and other miscellaneous things to that same tune.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely an adventure with Josh around, and we wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;br /&gt;p.s. He has now officially been sleeping through the night for over 2 months! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-949045826246143246?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/949045826246143246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=949045826246143246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/949045826246143246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/949045826246143246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/10/joshy-update.html' title='Joshy Update'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SQoSHjGUlYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/rWiaYCEnooo/s72-c/sillyjoshmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8640580176926740132</id><published>2008-10-15T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:59:38.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday (Yesterday) Alf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SPX25MZ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Db70wjlGtOc/s1600-h/simonsays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257379602467884626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SPX25MZ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Db70wjlGtOc/s320/simonsays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm celebrating by posting one of my most favorite pictures of Josh and Alf.  Alf had a relatively good day and was lucky enough to have accidentally given himself the day off.  We had lunch together at Remingtons, and I had big intentions of doing something nice after Josh was sleeping--but I I fell asleep downstairs on the couch at 8:30...sigh.  Oh welllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8640580176926740132?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8640580176926740132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8640580176926740132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8640580176926740132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8640580176926740132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-yesterday-alf.html' title='Happy Birthday (Yesterday) Alf!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SPX25MZ7jlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Db70wjlGtOc/s72-c/simonsays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3179013142325992626</id><published>2008-10-09T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:44:56.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing to dwell on Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SO4mITrPScI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NBa5LK57ZNg/s1600-h/accbuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255179739350387138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SO4mITrPScI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NBa5LK57ZNg/s320/accbuilding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, as most of you know-I work for Assiniboine Community College. My office is located in a beautiful historical building on the north hill of Brandon, formerly a nurses residence for the Brandon Mental Health Centre. It is a truly peaceful place to work, despite the local hype of paranormal activity and other such things. I can't deny that its past doesn't hold some terrible stories of people mistreated-and some of these stories are the kind you just can't forget. However, I choose on a daily basis to look at the good that was done here. Many people were completely abandoned by their families and left with no one, and nothing. There were many loving people here that dedicated their lives to helping those left with nothing--whatever reason they were put here. As I sit in my office (formerly a bedroom for a nurse on staff), I choose to believe that she may have been someone who was here to do God's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms of spirituality and unknown paranormal activity, I have no doubt that it could exist here. I have not personally felt in danger or uneasy while in this building or on the grounds. In fact--I have often felt the opposite. It can be a very peaceful and beautiful place, where I am reminded of God's creation. A good friend reminded me that we are not to walk in fear, letting Satan dictate where we do and do not go. I feel protected, and confident that I am safe in God's care. Although I am tempted at times to venture into unknown spiritual territories in terms of ghosts and spirits and presences...I feel that if you open yourself up to all of that, you are doing exactly what the devil wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next 10 years, every program at ACC will be relocated to this beautiful campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not choose to forget what has happened here in the past, but I don't see a need for it to overshadow all the hope for its future. Again, I choose to dwell on the Good: The good that has happened here over the years, the good that is to come as this place is transformed into a place of learning and empowering people to go on and do great things in life, and the good that God can make out of any circumstance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3179013142325992626?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3179013142325992626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3179013142325992626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3179013142325992626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3179013142325992626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/10/choosing-to-dwell-on-good.html' title='Choosing to dwell on Good.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SO4mITrPScI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NBa5LK57ZNg/s72-c/accbuilding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6450089792706842812</id><published>2008-09-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:56:56.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vive la Montréal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLBqr4PlpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OvUbw_rS-WE/s1600-h/IMG_7776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLBqr4PlpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OvUbw_rS-WE/s320/IMG_7776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251973054544713362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me begin by saying how happy I am to be celebrating 5 years with Alf this year! As cliché as it is, I can honestly say that it only seems like yesterday that we were engaged to be married. Yet as everyone seems to say...it feels like we have been together forever--like there is no way we could have ever been wandering around aimlessly without each other prior to these 5 years. September 20th, 2003 was 5 years ago...wow. It is true that much has happened in that time, including the amazing blessing of Joshua in our lives the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was exciting news when we found out that Canadian Tire's annual dealer's convention would be held in Montreal this year! It just so happened that the convention would be occurring right during the weekend of our anniversary. We couldn't help but jump at the opportunity to celebrate our anniversary this way, and pretty much instantly made arrangements for me to join Alf there once the convention was finished for a little vacation together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alf left very early Saturday morning for the convention, and I left later that day for Winnipeg as my flight was in the morning on Sunday. Mom and Dad graciously agreed to take care of Josh while we were gone, and Mom stayed with him at our place most of the time. Leaving Joshy was one of the most difficult things I've ever done, and I can't say I didn't cry on the way to Winnipeg. I knew he would be fine without me, and that he would have lots of fun with Mom and Dad--but that didn't make it easy. After I arrived in Montreal, I was pretty good about it all though and mostly worry-free. (That was a relief).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJIEiEc10I/AAAAAAAAAwI/ffdaA0R6evQ/s1600-h/changinggardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251839358169569090" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJIEiEc10I/AAAAAAAAAwI/ffdaA0R6evQ/s320/changinggardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 1:&lt;/strong&gt; I arrived in Montreal at 1pm local time. I quickly realized that I had no solid plan on how I was going to meet up with the CT crew. I was hungry, and therefore had my first Montreal culinary experience at the Airport Tim Horton's where I got to sit and ponder what to do next while enjoying a familiar yet burnt sandwich and coffee. ;-) We had discussed the Botanical Gardens, and also meeting at their hotel...but I decided in the end to cab it to the Gardens in hopes they would end up there too. My cab ride there was $57!! (Sign #1 that I was in a relatively larger city than Brandon...haha). I was relieved to be informed that they did in fact have somewhere for me to leave my suitcase, and I wandered around on my own for a while until everyone else arrived. We didn't see all of the gardens, but we made our way around to many of the different areas (Japanese, Chinese, Rose, Insectarium, ?). The highlight really was the amazing display of Chinese lanterns in the Chinese Gardens. (Spectacular lanterns handmade in China specifically for these gardens each year lit up the sky, Chinese architecture and waters). After an uncomfortable incident involving cabbies fighting for our fare--we all arrived safely at our destination for supper: &lt;a href="http://www.entrecotesaintjean.com/flash/index_en.htm"&gt;L'Entrecote St-Jean&lt;/a&gt;. It was a pretty little restaurant who's specialty was sirloin steak in a special sauce with french fries and walnut salad. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJIhf2c0gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WSkbSBKtsKg/s1600-h/l%27entrecote+st.+jean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251839855790182914" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJIhf2c0gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/WSkbSBKtsKg/s200/l%27entrecote+st.+jean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fabulous food, and it was dinner on Canadian Tire--which you know...always makes it seem tastier somehow. ;-) After dinner, we roamed the St. Catherine Street area together, searching for a pub/bar that was open. There were certain unnamed people in the group that were extremely eager for the nights festivities to keep going, so we eventually found a little place. I had no idea how serious these people were about Canadian Tire, and felt slightly left out that I had little to nothing to contribute to the heated debates and discussions on various CT hot topics. hee hee... A few funny stories later, it was time to head back to the hotel in hopes of catching a few zzz's before a quick trip to Old Montreal in the morning. The CT gang was staying at the &lt;a href="http://www.residencemontreal.com/"&gt;Residence Inn Mariott Westmount&lt;/a&gt;, and they kindly allowed me to bunk in with Alf in one of those rooms for free that night. (Thank you Craig!)&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJKfZ5uuSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pgXlp8C3FiM/s1600-h/notredame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251842018856843554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJKfZ5uuSI/AAAAAAAAAwY/pgXlp8C3FiM/s320/notredame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2: &lt;/strong&gt;We were up bright and early'ish for a fantastic buffet style breakfast included with our rooms, and then off to Old Montreal to see a few sights before the CT folks had to head home. Our first stop was at the &lt;a href="http://www.basiliquenddm.org/en/basilica/"&gt;Notre Dame Basilica &lt;/a&gt;in old Montreal. I've been to many old European Cathedrals and churches, and this one stood out. It was completely overwhelming, breathtaking and stunning. The detail put into this beautiful place reminded me of the detail that God has put into all of creation. It is true, that although it is "just a building"...I could really sense the intent of its beauty. We could have spent a lot longer just taking it all in. We walked around in the old city a bit, saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Place_d"&gt;Place d'Armes&lt;/a&gt;, the ports, clock tower, until settling in to a cute little cafe/boutique where the CT crew would have their last chance at some Montreal food. It was smoked meat sandwiches for pretty much everyone (but not me...that was a mistake), and Alf was instantly in love. It was time for the rest of them to head to the airport, so we all went back for check-out. We said our farewells and thank yous to the Canadian Tire group, checked our bags and went for a walk in the shopping area of town. We had a cappuccino and dessert at a little Italian restaurant along the way. The owner was less friendly to us once he found out we were only ordering that much...but it was nice anyway. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJX5XUaabI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mm8B1iH4qHY/s1600-h/hm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251856758491212210" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJX5XUaabI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mm8B1iH4qHY/s200/hm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had seen H&amp;amp;M the previous night, and really wanted to make it there for a peak. I hadn't been to an H&amp;amp;M since my days in Switzerland and Germany--so it was a real treat. Sadly, there wasn't much over a size 6 in this store...which was disappointing to me, but it was fun anyway. I came out remembering some pleasant memories from Europe and with a lovely pink scarf in an H&amp;amp;M bag. Stupid stupid me purchased new shoes before the trip which ended up not fitting very well for all the walking we were doing. My feet were aching with blisters and redness by Day 2 and there was no choice but to find a Winners and buy some ugly white touristy sneakers. Good thing I did, because there was much walking ahead for us! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJcATqQYsI/AAAAAAAAAww/iiyGhS9i0X4/s1600-h/leguilleret2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251861275814683330" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJcATqQYsI/AAAAAAAAAww/iiyGhS9i0X4/s320/leguilleret2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a cab over to the boutique hotel in old Montreal called &lt;a href="http://www.leguilleret.com/"&gt;Le Guilleret &lt;/a&gt;that we'd be staying at for the next 2 nights. When we walked into our room, I was seriously giddy like a little kid at Disney World. We absolutely loved that place--and it was just perfect for an authentic stay in the old part of the city. Le Guilleret is located on Rue St. Vincent, which is a very short cobblestone street only a couple blocks from the water and therefore right in the heart of vieux Montreal. Our room had an entrance right by the main lobby, and another entrance to the shared kitchen area where breakfast was available each morning. The stone walls and exposed wood together and general feel of the place was just what we had been hoping for--even better!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJddCtvvcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KaG_UdCvIXw/s1600-h/nocturne4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251862868993752514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJddCtvvcI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KaG_UdCvIXw/s200/nocturne4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a small rest, and then headed off to meet our handsome Montreal friend David who would be our guide for the evening. We met him at the gates of McGill University (beautiful campus!) and then proceeded to find the path that would lead us all the way up Mont Royal (the mountain after which the city was named). It was a lovely evening for a walk, and despite the fact that we were passed by many local people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; up the mountain...we did quite well I think! My feet were seriously in pain from the evil pair of shoes I had been wearing the day before...but thanks to David and Alf--I was able to ignore it and get to the top! The view was very pretty, and certainly worth the walk up, giving us more of a sense of the size of the city. On the way down it was pitch black and hard to see the path/stairs. That was amusing actually, because there were still many people jogging/biking up and down with flashlights or headlamps, etc. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJhDxoNtsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/y8zL5AXJ564/s1600-h/l%27academie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251866832956929730" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOJhDxoNtsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/y8zL5AXJ564/s200/l%27academie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked to a cool BYO Wine restaurant of David's choice: &lt;a href="http://www.lacademie.ca/MenuStDenis.pdf"&gt;L'academie &lt;/a&gt;on St. Denis in the plateau area. David got some wine at the SAQ right next door, and the meal was very good. Sadly, there was no room for dessert. We walked to the metro station, and with David as our seasoned Metro riding guide--we successfully landed back at Place d'Armes Metro station. The metro was clean, efficient and pretty easy to use! It reminded me of the metro in Berlin, only cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3: &lt;/strong&gt;We had a leisurely breakfast with some other travellers in the common kitchen area. I'm&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOKQJy1PYCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/APtnHTTbLLc/s1600-h/carrots"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251918613405720610" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOKQJy1PYCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/APtnHTTbLLc/s200/carrots" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not sure what I was expecting, but everyone else staying there was not of our age or pay scale. We met an interesting couple from the states, and a nice lady from France and had a chance to share ideas on how to spend time in Montreal. Breakfast was simple but included fruit, amazing breads with fruit and nuts, cereal if you wanted, juice, coffee, etc. It was cozy and convenient. David had suggested we check out the Jean Talon Market in another area of the city, and that sounded good to us. Feeling like champion metro riders, we jumped on the metro again and headed over to that area. The market was lovely, and walking through it was very enjoyable with all the aromas of fresh garden vegetables, fruit, cheese, bread, etc etc! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOKTjDowXbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/B3jgiF4liXk/s1600-h/au+pain+dore.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251922345948372402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOKTjDowXbI/AAAAAAAAAxg/B3jgiF4liXk/s320/au+pain+dore.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to try the poutine there at Frite Alors--which was pretty tasty, followed by creme broulet and a cappuccino at a nearby bakery (Au Pain Dore). Yum!! (We bought some fruit and veggies at the market to erase the fatty but Delicious lunch items!) Au Pain Dore was lovely and featured a number of breads, pies and treats to die for. I wanted to bring home a pie with me, but it wouldn't have been practical at all. We settled for a couple of different types of baguettes, some spreadable fresh cheese from the Fromagerie and went on our way. We explored a little more of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Montreal"&gt;Old Montreal&lt;/a&gt;, and had a small, much needed rest.  The only thing we had reserved before we left home was a four hour "Love Boat Dinner Cruise" on the St. Lawrence River.  I really wasn't sure what to expect, but we were very impressed. The meal was really well presented and it was a really nice evening.  We also got to see the Montreal skyline at night from gliding along the St. Lawrence, so enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLDsTmPaII/AAAAAAAAAyI/T5Ju1n2kGyE/s1600-h/pointeacalliere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLDsTmPaII/AAAAAAAAAyI/T5Ju1n2kGyE/s400/pointeacalliere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251975281409747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4: &lt;/span&gt;We slept in enough to enjoy it, but not too much as to waste our last day in Montreal.  After breakfast and checking out of Le Guilleret, we headed for a museum in the old part called &lt;a href="http://www.pacmusee.qc.ca/index.aspx?lang=EN-CA"&gt;Pointe a Calliere&lt;/a&gt; , referred to as the "Birthplace of Montreal" (also David's suggestion).  I'm really glad we were able to fit this in, as it was really interesting and an amazing little museum that featured the actual stone origins of the city that you could tour through.  We could have spent more time here, but we HAD to go and experience Montreal bagels at St. Viateur Bagels before we left the city.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLFx77z6hI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/u8cuUD362YQ/s1600-h/St._Viateur_Bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLFx77z6hI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/u8cuUD362YQ/s200/St._Viateur_Bagel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251977577160239634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the metro once more to find the place, and it was surprisingly easy.  We got a few to bring home for lucky people who may have seen us within a couple of days of our return home.  They really are something special, and so different than the average bagels we know in Manitoba.  And as typical Montreal tourists, we also found whole making of bagels process pretty interesting.  You could see them being formed by the workers, coming out of the hot fire, and sliding down the ramp towards the cashier where ours were put into a bag, hot and fresh.  By the time we got back to Old Montreal again, it was almost time to grab our bags from Le Guilleret, quickly re-organize and grab a cab to the airport.  However--we fit one last cappuccino in, along with a couple of quick souvenir purchases before we had to be on our way.  We stopped at Toronto for a late supper on the flight home, and arrived in Winnipeg about 11:00pm.  Jenn was our hero, and agreed to pick us up at the airport and we were safe in our beds at home in Brandon by about 3:00am Thursday morning.  It was a late night, but so worth the extra bit of time in Montreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely trip, and I couldn't have asked for more in celebrating our 5 year anniversary!  If you want to see some pictures, there are many yet to make it onto the computer but there are a few here:  &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=163699&amp;amp;l=181bf&amp;amp;id=617990257"&gt;Montreal 1&lt;/a&gt;  and here: &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=163711&amp;amp;l=ee75d&amp;amp;id=617990257"&gt;Montreal 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd just like to thank our friends at Visa and Mastercard for making this trip a reality.  ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/35008027-6450089792706842812?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6450089792706842812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6450089792706842812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6450089792706842812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6450089792706842812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/vive-la-montral.html' title='Vive la Montréal!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SOLBqr4PlpI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OvUbw_rS-WE/s72-c/IMG_7776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3687119983153892815</id><published>2008-09-25T09:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:55:19.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis chez Archambault.</title><content type='html'>(haha).  We are home.  Stay tuned for pictures and stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL trip.  &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-3687119983153892815?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3687119983153892815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3687119983153892815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3687119983153892815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3687119983153892815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/je-suis-chez-archambault.html' title='Je suis chez Archambault.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2761590988518130614</id><published>2008-09-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:25:49.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange.</title><content type='html'>Packing for just me.  Leaving Josh for more than 1 night for the first time ever--and it'll be 5 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to sort through the mixed emotions of this holiday, and leaving Josh behind.  I'm so excited, but obviously sad too.  The geeky ultra organizer in me typed out a 3 page "while you're looking after our precious boy" guide--probably mostly to make myself feel better than anything.  I'm trying to let go of at least some of the guilt. After all, he really does enjoy being with mom and dad.  He will be fine. I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 hours until I leave for Winnipeg. Flight tomorrow morning at 10am. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2761590988518130614?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2761590988518130614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2761590988518130614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2761590988518130614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2761590988518130614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange.html' title='Strange.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1613712694520508999</id><published>2008-09-17T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:03:17.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shockingly Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNG20_5ezkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0qcTQKsFe-8/s1600-h/205716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNG20_5ezkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0qcTQKsFe-8/s400/205716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247176062485319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNG200dgECI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GJoS0A8xzUs/s1600-h/205822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNG200dgECI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GJoS0A8xzUs/s400/205822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247176059415171106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1613712694520508999?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1613712694520508999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1613712694520508999' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1613712694520508999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1613712694520508999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/shockingly-short.html' title='Shockingly Short'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNG20_5ezkI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/0qcTQKsFe-8/s72-c/205716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6117823950153048821</id><published>2008-09-17T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:12:44.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshy's First Swimming Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNEsGM8ysUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwMjQIgnJMo/s1600-h/frazzled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247023525930381634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNEsGM8ysUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwMjQIgnJMo/s400/frazzled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well...hmmmm. I was hoping to come back excited and eager for next week's lesson. Unfortunately little Joshy must not have been feeling very good. He was happy when I picked him up from daycare, and we talked about his swimming lesson--he seemed excited to go to the pool! We got there early enough for him to get his Y card picture taken and watch the other kids finish their lessons. He was really curious! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;OK wait one second, I forgot a yucky detail. When I picked him up, I noticed right away that he needed a diaper change, but decided to just change it at the Y cause we'd be changing anyway. It was a doozie, and not normal--extremely icky, and pretty much exploded onto all his clothing. (which would be why it was that noticeable when I picked him up....). For those of you not inclined to hearing such motherly details--well sorry bout that. I thought..hmmm this is strange but proceeded to change him and that was that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we waited a bit too long (we were too early) and he was getting antsy. Finally the time came to get in the pool, and he jumped in happily into my arms. The fun lasted about 2 minutes until he became very agitated and annoyed with me for not obeying his every command. "Over there mom! Over there!!!" I noticed that he was not his happy little self...at all. When the instructor started talking...it was almost impossible to hear her. (with the other pool noise and josh screaming...). He did NOT want to do what everyone was doing. I don't think he really understood. There was no "let's try this now"--we just went straight into doing things like "BOBS" while singing and going around in a circle with the other parents and kids (where they go completely under water)...and well um that was kind of weird to me. I was just thinking that it may have been nice to work into things like that a little...but maybe I'm wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...there were good bits. He loved the rubber ducks, and the floaty puzzles and putting the rubber ducks down the slide at the end where we had some free time. Towards the end, the instructor was asking everyone which class they were in (I guess they combined the 2 early classes together--splashers and bobbers). I had been told that Josh would be in "bobbers" because it has more to do with age than anything at this stage...but the instructor didn't seem to know which class he should be in. Kind of weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He absolutely screamed and did not want to leave--so I guess that was good. It made changing and getting ready to leave pretty much impossible. I find change rooms awkward enough to begin with...and trying to change yourself and your kid out of soaking wet swimsuits while they're having a tantrum...isn't enjoyable. I ended up leaving without underwear, no shoes on josh and no shirt under my suit jacket! lmao. Let's just say I was not really looking forward to the next session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home and he just was not himself--obviously not feeling well--which explains his behaviour. He had a lot of gas, and could not settle for bed...kept waking up with painful gas bubbles. I'm wondering if he got fed "normal milk" instead of soy milk yesterday at daycare. Aw, poor little guy anyway. I hope he'll feel better for his lesson on Tuesday and that it will go well. Mom and Dad will be taking him because we'll be on our trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know...I have such fond memories of swimming lessons, but I didn't start this early.  Maybe we shouldn't be in this class if Josh isn't enjoying it.  We could just work on a few things on our own in the pool.  We'll see how next week goes and decide after that. C'est ca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6117823950153048821?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6117823950153048821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6117823950153048821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6117823950153048821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6117823950153048821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/joshys-first-swimming-lesson.html' title='Joshy&apos;s First Swimming Lesson'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SNEsGM8ysUI/AAAAAAAAAvI/xwMjQIgnJMo/s72-c/frazzled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3461510434103810332</id><published>2008-09-10T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:24:13.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Craig and Wanda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgaF4GY02I/AAAAAAAAAug/NCnLow937LU/s1600-h/smoked_meat_sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244470454333789026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgaF4GY02I/AAAAAAAAAug/NCnLow937LU/s400/smoked_meat_sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgZsIU7dqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sMDEzWkptj0/s1600-h/Bagels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244470012013147810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgZsIU7dqI/AAAAAAAAAuY/sMDEzWkptj0/s400/Bagels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgYvoCBQDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/be9AGxFPzQ4/s1600-h/poutine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244468972551749682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgYvoCBQDI/AAAAAAAAAt4/be9AGxFPzQ4/s400/poutine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bit More than a Bit About the Montreal Bagel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In contrast with the New York-style bagel, the Montreal bagel is smaller, sweeter and denser, with a larger hole, and is always baked in a wood-fired oven. It contains &lt;a class="snap_shots" title="Malt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malt"&gt;malt&lt;/a&gt;, egg, and no salt, and is boiled in &lt;a class="snap_shots" title="Honey" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey"&gt;honey&lt;/a&gt;-sweetened water before being baked in a wood-fired oven. There are two predominant varieties:&lt;br /&gt;black-seed (&lt;a class="snap_shots" title="Poppyseed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poppyseed"&gt;poppyseed&lt;/a&gt;), or white-seed (&lt;a class="snap_shots" title="Sesame seed" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sesame_seed"&gt;sesame seed&lt;/a&gt;). Some purists object to any variation on this theme, though most bagel bakeries now offer many additional varieties."&lt;br /&gt;Both Fairmount and St-Viateur bagel shops are open 24 hours a day. Few things are more quintessentially Montreal than lining up at one of the two shops at 3 in the morning in the cold winter air, after a night of partying, for a hot, crisp-on-the-outside, chewy-on-the-inside bagel, which you can have with a vareity of spreads and toppings. I'm a total purist: toasted (but not too dark), with a schmear of butter or plain cream cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bagle ovens and prep area are in full view of the customers.It's fascinating to watch the bagel bakers--for some reason, they are mostly Tamil and South Indian--deftly kneading and twisting the little doughy loops of bagel, stringing them on their long wooden handles, and flipping them in and out of the wood burning oven and into the bins. It's a kind of hypnotic and reassuring ballet: as long as the bagels keep coming, all will be right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(taken from: &lt;a href="http://brownamazon.vox.com/library/posts/tags/montreal/"&gt;http://brownamazon.vox.com/library/posts/tags/montreal/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgevaHuLLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/U7Bcw_gc0BY/s1600-h/bagellygoodness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244475565887335602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgevaHuLLI/AAAAAAAAAuw/U7Bcw_gc0BY/s320/bagellygoodness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/35008027-3461510434103810332?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3461510434103810332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3461510434103810332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3461510434103810332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3461510434103810332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-craig-and-wanda.html' title='For Craig and Wanda.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMgaF4GY02I/AAAAAAAAAug/NCnLow937LU/s72-c/smoked_meat_sandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-3008937308524499437</id><published>2008-09-10T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:52:42.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anticipation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMftQfho7AI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qZ5CSZ5PolI/s1600-h/upstairs+jazz+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244421158692514818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMftQfho7AI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qZ5CSZ5PolI/s400/upstairs+jazz+club.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfrm4DCD8I/AAAAAAAAAto/ez7A9yB03zA/s1600-h/areas_oldmtl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244419344208891842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfrm4DCD8I/AAAAAAAAAto/ez7A9yB03zA/s400/areas_oldmtl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfq-QWqfaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L_5o4OUfwMM/s1600-h/Leguilleret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244418646359047586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfq-QWqfaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/L_5o4OUfwMM/s400/Leguilleret1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfrVCJSgxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XGOr9qLK2G8/s1600-h/oldmontreal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244419037681845010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMfrVCJSgxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/XGOr9qLK2G8/s400/oldmontreal.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&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/35008027-3008937308524499437?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/3008937308524499437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=3008937308524499437' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3008937308524499437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/3008937308524499437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/anticipation.html' title='The Anticipation!!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMftQfho7AI/AAAAAAAAAtw/qZ5CSZ5PolI/s72-c/upstairs+jazz+club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7696008757952482099</id><published>2008-09-08T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:52:49.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cautious Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMWCNIwLF3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qbWCu2wihuE/s1600-h/dreamland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243740503342258034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMWCNIwLF3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qbWCu2wihuE/s400/dreamland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as most of you know, Josh hasn't really slept well since he was born. Yes, it would have been impossible to imagine what 2 years of not sleeping can do to you--but we'll just chalk it up to parental and life experience I guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why it is with great hesitation and worry of jinxing it that I am proud to announce &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Consecutive SLEEPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; right through the night in the Archambault household. Perhaps I only had to purchase and hold "The No-Cry Sleep Solution for Toddlers" in my hands in order for some magical sleep dust to be sprinkled on little Josh--no reading required? I really only made it through about 5 or so pages of the book. All we did was try harder for an earlier bedtime. Yep...that's right--not only is he sleeping at night, but we also have some evening time together again without having to stay up until 1am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know you critics are eager to say that I will have jinxed it now, or that perhaps it is fluke--but I am choosing to believe that this is the beginning of a beautiful new look to our family sleep habits. Mornings are so much easier to deal with when you've had more than 2 hours of sleep--in fact it is easier to face the entire day when you have energy on your side.   For those of you who have never experienced true sleep deprivation--you cannot possibly understand how joyful this moment really is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to many more nights of sleep to come.  &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7696008757952482099?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7696008757952482099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7696008757952482099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7696008757952482099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7696008757952482099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/cautious-celebration.html' title='Cautious Celebration'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMWCNIwLF3I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/qbWCu2wihuE/s72-c/dreamland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-699150686264846907</id><published>2008-09-05T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:13:41.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMGS6zX3bqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FLT25hm1fj4/s1600-h/IMG_7463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMGS6zX3bqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FLT25hm1fj4/s400/IMG_7463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242632980156346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked, and summer was over.  It really does seem that we haven't had much of one this year.  I know that it feels like that every year, considering we live in Manitoba--but this year it felt especially so.  All the plans of summer activities and outside yard and house tasks will soon have to be put on hold until the warmth makes its way back to us again in the spring.  I'm going to try to make the most of this semi-warm season as I can!  I'm actually quite fond of autumn.  I like crisp mornings that require you to hug your cup of coffee and wear a fun coat with a scarf.  I love the colour in the trees--one last beautiful display of nature before returning to a dull brown for the winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a few things this month.  Josh and I are enrolled in swimming lessons for him at the Y on tuesdays--should be fun! I'm also going to be aquasizing whenever possible.  I actually enjoy it, and it provides a decent workout if you put the effort in.  I've also looked into music lessons at Brandon University for Josh. They have a Kindermusic program for toddlers and I think he'd love it.  In general I am looking forward to sinking into some kind of schedule for our family.  I've become to realize that as unattractive as it seems to schedule every day of your lives...there is a certain peace and freedom that comes with it too.  If I want time to exercise--I will have to make this schedule.  If Alf and I want time together--I will have to make this schedule.  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget that Alf and I will be spending some time together in Montreal this month!  I am very much looking forward to celebrating our 5 year wedding anniversary together in such a wonderful place.  For those of you who don't already know--Alf is attending a conference for Canadian Tire in Montreal and I will be flying up to meet him there after the conference is done for a few days.  No, we can't afford it--but we can't afford to miss this opportunity either!  We plan on spending most of the time in the old part of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk soon.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-699150686264846907?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/699150686264846907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=699150686264846907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/699150686264846907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/699150686264846907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/09/seasons-changing.html' title='Seasons Changing'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SMGS6zX3bqI/AAAAAAAAAsw/FLT25hm1fj4/s72-c/IMG_7463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-2715432082311311930</id><published>2008-08-26T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:54:53.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The No Cry Sleep Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SL3uZIbeDcI/AAAAAAAAAso/xfTJv7xb5HY/s1600-h/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SL3uZIbeDcI/AAAAAAAAAso/xfTJv7xb5HY/s320/IMG_7529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241607656855965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SLQRyYFLy7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ed9KR24O8_I/s1600-h/bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238831823694056370" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SLQRyYFLy7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/ed9KR24O8_I/s320/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;Find time and energy to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-2715432082311311930?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/2715432082311311930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=2715432082311311930' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2715432082311311930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/2715432082311311930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-cry-sleep-solution.html' title='The No Cry Sleep Solution'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SL3uZIbeDcI/AAAAAAAAAso/xfTJv7xb5HY/s72-c/IMG_7529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-8253560817258722590</id><published>2008-08-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:45:16.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home on the Range.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0cH_C3VrI/AAAAAAAAAps/UuCjL2oS_co/s1600-h/IMG_7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0cH_C3VrI/AAAAAAAAAps/UuCjL2oS_co/s400/IMG_7090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369265582495410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, you were right--we came home early and opted out of the Hectic Hecla part of the week.  We had a lovely week away, but are ready to be home--to catch some rest before getting back into the old routine again. I am sad because I am missing out on the visit with the Lowry's...but I know that I made the right decision for us. It just would have been too crazy and rushed to fit Hecla in. Hmmm where should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Minitonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0dEfFBiNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yRJeTE6sepY/s1600-h/IMG_7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0dEfFBiNI/AAAAAAAAAqU/yRJeTE6sepY/s400/IMG_7004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232370304973637842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to take our time and not be in a big frantic rush the day we were leaving (Friday). This seemed to be a good idea, because after all--we were on holidays right? Um...yeah don't think we'll be that relaxed about getting out the door again, because we didn't end up arriving in Minitonas until 3:00am early Saturday morning. Oops.  We ran into a LOT of animals (one little fox literally speaking...), which lead to driving slow through the duck mountains.  Josh was ok most of the way despite a couple things that lead to stops eating up more of the travel time.  All in all we were glad to arrive in Minitonas to a camper that was already set up with beds waiting for us to climb into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really great time with Alf's family. The whole gang was there including Memere &amp;amp; Pepere.  It was nice to not be in a rush to get anywhere or do anything in particular.  We spent a lot of time on lawnchairs outside around the campfire, and the weather was great.  It was good for Josh to spend some time with his cousins, and they had a lot of fun together!  Marcel lead a very special church service for just the family at their house on Sunday.  Elisabeth and Ray played some music on viola and guitar--and it was definitely a God time, and really nice to share it with the whole family.  The guys got to Swan River for a golf game, and the girls snuck away for their own time the following day.  We tried so hard to find something "different" to do--but hilariously ended up using our time to buy groceries and things for the kids. Sigh...we can't escape it!! I found it very amusing.  We did make it to Mr. Ribs in the end for some yummy appetizers, which was fun!  I must say we were somewhat spoiled and very well looked after by Marcel and Elisabeth.  Thank you so much for everything!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madge Lake, Duck Mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0fY7LLyvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OTRYqFwku5Q/s1600-h/IMG_7078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0fY7LLyvI/AAAAAAAAAqc/OTRYqFwku5Q/s200/IMG_7078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232372855136307954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed in Minitonas until Tuesday, and headed out just after lunch for our mini camping adventure at Madge Lake.  Since Ray and Alison are also on holidays this week and next--they joined us from Tuesday until Friday at Pickeral Point Campground.  Madge Lake is a very special place for me as I spent a lot of time there growing up. (Bible Camp, Camping with family, Family had cabins there).  Anyway, I was excited to share it with Alf and Josh especially--so that was nice for me.  We had great weather for the most part with the exception of about 1/2 hour after setting up camp.  It POURED like crazy and we were very glad to have finished setting up!  Ray and Alison got a little puddle, but they dried out and were ok after that.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0clI_pMnI/AAAAAAAAAqM/q5bDmD77RtY/s1600-h/IMG_7103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0clI_pMnI/AAAAAAAAAqM/q5bDmD77RtY/s320/IMG_7103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369766469546610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl lent me their freakishly huge tent for this trip because we found our old tent to be a little small for the three of us.  It was great that we were able to borrow it instead of rushing into buying one that we weren't 100% sure of.  Thanks Cheryl!!  The nights were a little long as it really cooled down and we found it hard to keep Josh warm, but thankfully he also let us sleep in each day.  We had quiet neighbours until the last night after which I desperately wanted to be really loud in the morning for payback...(but of course didn't do because I am a good person, remember? haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like we didn't have enough time to do everything we wanted--but we did make it over to Ministik beach for part of the day.  Josh loves the water, but gets cold pretty quickly.  It was nice to just sit and relax with the lake nearby.  We also made it to my Great Aunty Norm's cabin for a bit of a visit with her and some of her family.  Driving by the camp brought back lots of lovely memories...and I still have hope that maybe Josh will get to go there too someday when he is older.  Again, while the guys were golfing...Alison and I headed to Kamsack to do something--and ended up at the grocery store. haha....  We did find a yummy coffee place though.  Josh really liked the big tent, his Diego camping bed, taking walks around the campground and seeing kids and bikes everywhere.  It was really good to spend some time with Ray and Alison, and for Josh to get to know them a bit better too.  I know you had fun with the Kids Alison--but I'm sure you are enjoying your freedom now that you are free of Aunty duties...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0gqnV7ebI/AAAAAAAAAqk/eNaGouQUOAE/s1600-h/IMG_7106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0gqnV7ebI/AAAAAAAAAqk/eNaGouQUOAE/s320/IMG_7106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232374258561939890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this morning I was pretty ready to get back to the comforts of home--but I already miss being at the Lake.  It was a nice little vacation, and I hope there will be many more to follow. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to see more pictures, try this: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=145546&amp;amp;l=12406&amp;amp;id=617990257"&gt;August 2008&lt;/a&gt; and this:&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=129111&amp;amp;l=52198&amp;amp;id=617990257"&gt; Camping 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-8253560817258722590?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/8253560817258722590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=8253560817258722590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8253560817258722590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/8253560817258722590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-on-range.html' title='Home on the Range.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJ0cH_C3VrI/AAAAAAAAAps/UuCjL2oS_co/s72-c/IMG_7090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7492965006105030019</id><published>2008-07-31T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:45.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Leaving on a Jetplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJHqIsvDDoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hc_I-_SbOXY/s1600-h/familycamping.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229218077522202242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJHqIsvDDoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hc_I-_SbOXY/s200/familycamping.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well no ok...we're leaving in the minivan, but there is no song about that. I'm excited and slightly frantic about getting ready for our week of holidays! We are scheduled to depart on Friday, and our week potentially looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Make it to Foxwarren or Inglis and stay the night with Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday- Arrive in Minitonas for the Archambault family get-together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday- Camping at Madge Lake in the Duck Mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- Alf goes home to get ready for the wedding he's taking pictures for, and Josh and I head up North to Hecla Island with my mom's side of the family to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday- Arrive home in the evening...hopefully not too exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I know it sounds like a crazy schedule...and well....it is. BUT we're gonna try it. I'm really looking forward to seeing all the family and camping at Madge Lake--its been too long since I've been there! Expect lots of pictures when we return, and send happy camping weather vibes our way. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-7492965006105030019?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/7492965006105030019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=7492965006105030019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7492965006105030019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/7492965006105030019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='We&apos;re Leaving on a Jetplane'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SJHqIsvDDoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hc_I-_SbOXY/s72-c/familycamping.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-6590310790332924412</id><published>2008-07-13T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:46.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEu4H6TAI/AAAAAAAAAok/6-rKkO_J89w/s1600-h/IMG_6860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEu4H6TAI/AAAAAAAAAok/6-rKkO_J89w/s320/IMG_6860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222703027508104194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEBe2104I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ltS9CIBNLFs/s1600-h/IMG_6828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEBe2104I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ltS9CIBNLFs/s200/IMG_6828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702247631508354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrDrRpN-zI/AAAAAAAAAn8/-1jFSYFzyMQ/s1600-h/IMG_6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrDrRpN-zI/AAAAAAAAAn8/-1jFSYFzyMQ/s200/IMG_6821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701866127588146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have another somewhat large birthday party for Josh this year. We really value having time with both of our families and his birthday is just as good as an excuse (if not better) as any other--&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrE_Bj1CHI/AAAAAAAAAos/wzYfOgkovmI/s1600-h/IMG_6848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrE_Bj1CHI/AAAAAAAAAos/wzYfOgkovmI/s320/IMG_6848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222703304919025778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEMSZibkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/shJLGlUZ3cA/s1600-h/IMG_6838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEMSZibkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/shJLGlUZ3cA/s400/IMG_6838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702433265937986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we set out to plan a backyard&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEgfEp-hI/AAAAAAAAAoc/7_vlhX3jBrI/s1600-h/IMG_6833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEgfEp-hI/AAAAAAAAAoc/7_vlhX3jBrI/s320/IMG_6833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702780265396754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday party scheduled for this past Saturday.  This was also some great motivation to put a push on some of the lingering tasks remaining in our backyard.  It is sooooo close to being done! Unfortunately though, the weather didn't want to cooperate with us yesterday...so we shuffled a few things around and had the party inside instead.  I really honestly didn't think we could pull it off in our small house--but almost 25 people seemed to have fit just fine.  We had Alf's entire family including his Mamere and Papere, my whole family including Grandpa and Donna, Grandma H. and Aunty Betty (Grandpa H. wasn't feeling up to it) in addition to our extended family members-Janet, Ethan and Cali.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrD0g9vDYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PTVoQZ8xFQw/s1600-h/IMG_6822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrD0g9vDYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PTVoQZ8xFQw/s200/IMG_6822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222702024858996098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With work, and lack of sleep, etc...it was slightly stressful getting ready for this weekend (possibly an understatement).  I have most definitely inherited my mom's stress genes.  Alf did an amazing job on the yard, and helped with so many other things--it was great.  Cheryl was an angel of sorts and made the potato salad and fruit kebabs--all I had to do was show up with the ingredients...wow! Mom (as usual) helped way more than asked or expected. Dad did a great job entertaining Josh while we got stuff prepared too.  THANK YOU so much for all the help.  I can't imagine it having worked at all without any of you. (it wouldn't have...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHq4-P2wHlI/AAAAAAAAAns/2LvgTgyZnyc/s1600-h/IMG_6808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHq4-P2wHlI/AAAAAAAAAns/2LvgTgyZnyc/s320/IMG_6808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222690097437089362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom baked little banana cake train cars and we (Alf, Mom and I) had a blast decorating the cake! Ok, so it took a long while to do--but it was SO worth the effort when Josh saw it.  We are far from knowing much/anything about cake decorating but we were very proud of this cake!!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrDa0kdOsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Xgd7d35O3wk/s1600-h/IMG_6810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrDa0kdOsI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Xgd7d35O3wk/s200/IMG_6810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701583445080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh received a load of great presents and was of course a little overwhelmed at the sight of them all.  Today he had more of a chance to play with his new things--and is enjoying each and every one of them.  Thank you everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really great to see everyone, and also to prove we could actually fit that many people comfortably in our house! Thanks for a great time. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-6590310790332924412?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/6590310790332924412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=6590310790332924412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6590310790332924412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/6590310790332924412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-birthday-bash.html' title='Family Birthday Bash'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHrEu4H6TAI/AAAAAAAAAok/6-rKkO_J89w/s72-c/IMG_6860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-4781309047556666799</id><published>2008-07-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joshy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoKdRmK6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NlQlUNW16LY/s1600-h/littlebabyjosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123503128193954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoKdRmK6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NlQlUNW16LY/s400/littlebabyjosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 years ago today I had little Joshy in my arms for the first time. It is truly crazy how fast time goes by, and how so many things can happen and change in just 2 years. I never could have imagined how many "stages" we'd go through in so little time. Each stage has brought so much joy into our lives, and we have tried not to let the "less joyful" things take away from that. (Challenging at times, yes.) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoajxXdOI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UgQN5ZEGV2w/s1600-h/joshalfzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123779749967074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoajxXdOI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UgQN5ZEGV2w/s320/joshalfzzz.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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua James Archambault got his first name just because we liked it, and his second name after his Great Grandfather - James Hamilton. He has been a little jokester since the day he started showing his personality, and hearing him laugh is the best thing ever. He has seldomly slept through the night, and those nights are a cause for great celebration! Joshua loves music and I catch him singing songs with mysterious unknown lyrics very frequently. His favorite things right now are trains, bugs, trucks and cars, dogs, colouring, doing the opposite of what we ask him to do, climbing anything and everything, water, "riding" his bike, naming things he knows the name of, pancakes with berries, and balloons (aka "moons!!")....to name a few. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUouuV1tyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qGuw-lB-bfU/s1600-h/smilingjosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221124126184683298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUouuV1tyI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qGuw-lB-bfU/s320/smilingjosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUonR-glWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-ltPhMpq4Ok/s1600-h/rawr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123998311552354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUonR-glWI/AAAAAAAAAm8/-ltPhMpq4Ok/s400/rawr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud and fulfilled to be Joshy's mommy. Parenting has had (and does have) its challenging moments--but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Love you Joshy and Happy Birthday!!! ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&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/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoTcoMuUI/AAAAAAAAAms/4282l5Auo94/s1600-h/crawling+josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221123657573382466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoTcoMuUI/AAAAAAAAAms/4282l5Auo94/s320/crawling+josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUrJ2-LnqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RhpN-r9yfjA/s1600-h/Mom+Dad+85+th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221126791381098146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUrJ2-LnqI/AAAAAAAAAnU/RhpN-r9yfjA/s200/Mom+Dad+85+th+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUq-D0LqoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9SvoDZLyWC8/s1600-h/happyjoshy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221126588670388866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUq-D0LqoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/9SvoDZLyWC8/s200/happyjoshy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUrcpzsUYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/q6QVfEcFD-8/s1600-h/joshbox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221127114264957314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUrcpzsUYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/q6QVfEcFD-8/s200/joshbox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/35008027-4781309047556666799?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/4781309047556666799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=4781309047556666799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4781309047556666799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/4781309047556666799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-joshy.html' title='Happy Birthday Joshy!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHUoKdRmK6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/NlQlUNW16LY/s72-c/littlebabyjosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-1369090881444035848</id><published>2008-07-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Joshua's Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpC97XElI/AAAAAAAAAls/owDwuIckpZY/s1600-h/IMG_6790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpC97XElI/AAAAAAAAAls/owDwuIckpZY/s320/IMG_6790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068942803309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpDDIvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2Pslf_JJ_gQ/s1600-h/IMG_6793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpDDIvJ5I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2Pslf_JJ_gQ/s320/IMG_6793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068944201590674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpDiAbi9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/0bxDbxmL3vA/s1600-h/IMG_6795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpDiAbi9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/0bxDbxmL3vA/s320/IMG_6795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068952488250322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFom2_tOqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1c_p3Qb7hxs/s1600-h/IMG_6773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFom2_tOqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1c_p3Qb7hxs/s200/IMG_6773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068459906153122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonFz3g8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/OtdTymSVn14/s1600-h/IMG_6776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonFz3g8I/AAAAAAAAAlM/OtdTymSVn14/s200/IMG_6776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068463883027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonnMktSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Z580uYN1HrQ/s1600-h/IMG_6779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonnMktSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Z580uYN1HrQ/s200/IMG_6779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068472845022498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonzfJMlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rdqEahzVPoo/s1600-h/IMG_6786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFonzfJMlI/AAAAAAAAAlc/rdqEahzVPoo/s200/IMG_6786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068476144136786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFoofmW7MI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WmJpP8aNRAk/s1600-h/IMG_6787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFoofmW7MI/AAAAAAAAAlk/WmJpP8aNRAk/s200/IMG_6787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068487985556674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we decided to have a little gathering for a few kids to come and celebrate Josh's birthday separate from our family party. (It was a few too many people all at once last year).  So, today we headed to Queen Elisabeth Park for a little celebration of sorts.  It turned out to be a pretty nice day despite the threat of rainclouds blowing by us.  It was really a lovely day for the park, and I think that at least a little fun was had by all! I got a really cute thomas the train cupcake cake from safeway that even had a mini train and train track on top! It was a hit.  Thanks to all those who came out, and for the nice gifts.  M's gift is still making me chuckle (a dolly and a purse that she picked out all by herself for Josh), which was so obviously given from her little heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-1369090881444035848?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/1369090881444035848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=1369090881444035848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1369090881444035848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/1369090881444035848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/07/beginning-of-joshuas-birthday-week.html' title='The Beginning of Joshua&apos;s Birthday Week!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SHFpC97XElI/AAAAAAAAAls/owDwuIckpZY/s72-c/IMG_6790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-207236704702631693</id><published>2008-07-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:48.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGpjYPbxyXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NLgRtr1foQA/s1600-h/canadaday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGpjYPbxyXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NLgRtr1foQA/s320/canadaday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218092386373192050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35008027-207236704702631693?l=mama2josh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/feeds/207236704702631693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35008027&amp;postID=207236704702631693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/207236704702631693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35008027/posts/default/207236704702631693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama2josh.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-canada-day.html' title='Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05593908592596333395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/S2Mg8VTC-kI/AAAAAAAABQE/4asrB_mMrMw/s1600-R/17338_416666365257_617990257_10694993_5456149_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGpjYPbxyXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NLgRtr1foQA/s72-c/canadaday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35008027.post-7281704988479653709</id><published>2008-06-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:25:50.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brief Encounter with Winnipeg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRdqjwZ9tI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CRyJ9mMniGA/s1600-h/IMG_6730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRdqjwZ9tI/AAAAAAAAAjs/CRyJ9mMniGA/s320/IMG_6730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216397254136035026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this was our week to take Josh into the Ear/Throat/Nose specialist to see about his re-occurring ear infections. (6 this past year).  We packed up our things and headed out of town right after work and right after a last minute doctor's appointment for Josh.  He didn't sleep a wink on the drive in, so we had lots of fun looking at the big trucks on the highway--especially the green ones. We went straight to Auntie Kelsey's place and had a nice supper and visit with her and Peter.  After that, we drove over to meet little Oksana Gerelus--what a pretty little thing!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRj3fsG4cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4t1k06P_pys/s1600-h/2008+Jun+24_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRj3fsG4cI/AAAAAAAAAkE/4t1k06P_pys/s320/2008+Jun+24_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216404073452331458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her parents are ok looking too. haha. ;-) It was good to see Nathan and Johanna and see their proud mama and papa faces in person.  Nathan and Josh became best buddies when he offered to take Josh out in the backyard to look at bugs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRkc3pPnVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6F6e2Vl3OUE/s1600-h/2008+Jun+24_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRkc3pPnVI/AAAAAAAAAkM/6F6e2Vl3OUE/s320/2008+Jun+24_0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216404715537931602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRkv6mBoSI/AAAAAAAAAkU/6yoGzcUjWwY/s1600-h/2008+Jun+24_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRkv6mBoSI/AAAAAAAAAkU/6yoGzcUjWwY/s200/2008+Jun+24_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216405042747253026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we decided that Josh seemed up to a visit to the zoo. We wanted to do something fun like that while we were in--just while the opportunity was right in front of us.  It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hOt&lt;/span&gt; outside already at 8am, so we knew morning would be best.  I was a little disappointed because Josh just wasn't in a great mood. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRnXZ7jxmI/AAAAAAAAAks/TDnS-hRQoGw/s1600-h/IMG_6746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRnXZ7jxmI/AAAAAAAAAks/TDnS-hRQoGw/s320/IMG_6746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216407920197224034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like he kind of missed out on lots of things, but there is always a next time.  He did really like the monkeys and pushing his own stroller around. (refused to walk unless he was doing so without any help).  Anyway--I think we'd make a whole day out of the zoo/park next time and bring a picnic, as it was a little rushed only having less than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ear appointment was at the MB Clinic, and we were really impressed with the Doctor we got.  She was very good at explaining things, and although the appointment was fairly short--we didn't feel rushed out of there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRlM6QIipI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KyEGo8JWBuo/s1600-h/2008+Jun+25_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRlM6QIipI/AAAAAAAAAkc/KyEGo8JWBuo/s320/2008+Jun+25_0184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216405540871637650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She did a good job of explaining the ear-tube process to us and answered some questions.  Basically it is up to us to think about it for a bit and see if we want to go ahead with the tubes.  I'll probably blog more specifically on this topic sooner or later.  The good thing about the tubes is that it would probably lessen or even eliminate the need for repeated use of antibiotics during the time the tubes are in (up to a year), but on the other hand--we don't know for certain how many more infections he'll get anyway, and could always hope that he might grow out of them.  All in all though, we left the appointment feeling good about our actions to this point.  Anyway...some thinking, researching and praying to do before we decide for sure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRehJDuAxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LeFcenXQRl0/s1600-h/IMG_6759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRehJDuAxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/LeFcenXQRl0/s320/IMG_6759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216398191862088466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a quick stop at Toys 'R' Us...never been there until yesterday--whoah...dangerous store, especially when you bring your child in with you.  We escaped with a minor dint in our credit card and a few really cool items.  And then finally we got to meet the infamous Brody Stefansson! What a sweetheart he is.  He slept pretty much the entire time we were there and was happy as can be cuddling up to his proud (and tired) mama.  Aww man, I feel Jenn's pain.  Two years ago I would have sort of understood the level of tiredness she is at...but man--to have gone through it...it is hard.  Every minute of sleep that you lose will be worth it, at least that's what I try to say to myself...still...lol.  Sigh.  I would have liked to have stayed much longer with Jenn...to let her have a nap...to do her laundry, make her supper...something-anything--but alas...we had to hit the road for our next stop!  I will make a more helpful visit happen SOON. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(p.s. I have an absolutely beautiful picture of Jenn and Brody but I promised her I wouldn't post any photos of her from yesterday--unless I get her permission pretty please?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRljGRwZpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x5lBg2Gajb4/s1600-h/2008+Jun+25_0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGRljGRwZpI/AAAAAAAAAkk/x5lBg2Gajb4/s320/2008+Jun+25_0188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216405922056791698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGResvzPSHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-X7gjwi7KOU/s1600-h/IMG_6765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4uJYyamSWJQ/SGResvzPSHI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-X7gjwi7KOU/s200/IMG_6765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216398391240509554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ray and Alison's for supper was nice.  Poor Joshy didn't quite make it though..fell asleep in the car and just didn't want to wake up for supper.  He seemed to have fallen in love with Uncle Ray's big chair...it does look comfy!  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