<?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-3490053710527522743</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:10:34.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My three little birds...</title><subtitle type='html'>...what's on mommy's mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5241235079750981152</id><published>2011-02-10T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:35:13.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother - my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeUbAfTKae4/TVRRIr6OI-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/olubDnk3U2Q/s1600/IMG_0920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeUbAfTKae4/TVRRIr6OI-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/olubDnk3U2Q/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I consider myself extremely blessed to have had a friendship with my "big" brother Chuck. &amp;nbsp;My brother was 13 years old when I was born. &amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure we started our friendship on that day. &amp;nbsp;He was always my defender &amp;amp; protector. You didn't want to mess with him, if you messed with me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chuck was always the life of the party, cracking jokes and just plain silly. &amp;nbsp;He reminds me so much of my dad, a compassionate and loving person. &amp;nbsp;The instant you met my brother, you'd become a life long friend. I will miss our daily chats on the phone. &amp;nbsp;He'd call just to say hey...or check on the kids. &amp;nbsp;My brother was always there for me and my family. &amp;nbsp;I know my kids will miss their uncle and his kindness. &amp;nbsp;To my kids he was more than their uncle...he was their buddy and at times I think he was also tried to fill in for my dad. &amp;nbsp;To John, he was a brother and friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chuck, I will miss you so much. &amp;nbsp;I miss your hugs, smile and laugh. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for being a great friend and brother to your little sis. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for being you. &amp;nbsp;You have touched so many people's lives. &amp;nbsp;I love hearing the stories about you from others. &amp;nbsp;The stories are usually about something funny you did or &amp;nbsp;something you did unselfishly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We will always remember the goodness of your heart. &amp;nbsp;We will remember you always.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-5241235079750981152?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/5241235079750981152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=5241235079750981152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5241235079750981152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5241235079750981152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-brother-my-friend.html' title='My Brother - my friend'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeUbAfTKae4/TVRRIr6OI-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/olubDnk3U2Q/s72-c/IMG_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5506933578250245137</id><published>2011-01-02T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:34:45.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals and resolutions for 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Thought if I posted these it would give me the push I need to do and finish them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Read 6+ books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Read a chapter in the bible every day / find a study that I can understand and follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;I'm not saying exercise but to at be active in my daily life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Call or even write family and friends instead of texting and FB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Pray with my husband and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Take (more breaks) time for myself at least once a week and hang out with friends without feeling guilty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Continue to show my children and husband that I love them in special ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-5506933578250245137?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/5506933578250245137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=5506933578250245137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5506933578250245137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5506933578250245137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2011/01/goals-and-resolutions-for-2011.html' title='Goals and resolutions for 2011'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2732792526923697514</id><published>2010-12-31T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:01:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of blogging about the year 2010, which would have been an extremely long post, I decided to do this on wordle.net.  This was quick and easy.  It gets my point across, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2011 - I'm ready for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre id="embed" style="background-color: #eeeeff; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2931479/redeemed" title="Wordle: redeemed"&gt;&lt;img alt="Wordle: redeemed" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/2931479/redeemed" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2732792526923697514?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2732792526923697514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2732792526923697514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2732792526923697514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2732792526923697514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-year-goodthe-bad2010-ended-great.html' title='2010'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-6795768245990428341</id><published>2010-10-04T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:18:37.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a "mommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: 'Comic Sans ms', 'Lucida Casual', Textile, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 1em;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="45%"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;On Being a Teacher (change teacher to Mommy)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(by Emma Brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TKqKsqNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYeu9Etqwv8/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TKqKsqNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYeu9Etqwv8/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A careful teacher/mommyI want to be&lt;br /&gt;A little girl follows me&lt;br /&gt;I do not dare to go astray&lt;br /&gt;For fear she'll go the selfsame way&lt;br /&gt;I cannot escape her eyes;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever she sees me do, she tries;&lt;br /&gt;Like me she says she's going to be&lt;br /&gt;The little girl who follows me.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that I am good and fine&lt;br /&gt;Believes in every word of mine;&lt;br /&gt;The base in me she must not see&lt;br /&gt;The little girl who follow me.&lt;br /&gt;I must remember as I go&lt;br /&gt;Through summer's sun and winter's snow,&lt;br /&gt;I am building, for the years that be,&lt;br /&gt;For that little girl who follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-6795768245990428341?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/6795768245990428341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=6795768245990428341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6795768245990428341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6795768245990428341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-being-mommy.html' title='On being a &quot;mommy&quot;'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TKqKsqNYFcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uYeu9Etqwv8/s72-c/IMG_2113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3113998109598262415</id><published>2010-09-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:17:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt; to the Lord, and he answered me. &amp;nbsp;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;freed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt; me from all my fears. &amp;nbsp;Those who look to him for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt; will be radiant with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;; no shadow of shame will darken their faces. &amp;nbsp;(Psalm 34:4-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3113998109598262415?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3113998109598262415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3113998109598262415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3113998109598262415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3113998109598262415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/joy.html' title='Joy:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2053362903073741396</id><published>2010-09-23T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:12:21.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap Mat (for Charlie)</title><content type='html'>Made a simple nap mat for Charlie. &amp;nbsp;He and his kindergarten class take naps everyday. &amp;nbsp;His nap mat was getting a little dingy, so we picked out some cute fabric to make a new one. &amp;nbsp;I had no clue where to begin, but I think it came out ok for not having a pattern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJuzbKx1LuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a7W-1a8jf0Q/s1600/IMG_2081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJuzbKx1LuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a7W-1a8jf0Q/s320/IMG_2081.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute dog theme. Batting in between, nice &amp;amp; comfy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJuz6wGNb9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gshnV768kN4/s1600/IMG_2077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJuz6wGNb9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/gshnV768kN4/s320/IMG_2077.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Audrey testing out the final product.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJu0LQCk2YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ai8n7wQ-fyw/s1600/IMG_2080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJu0LQCk2YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ai8n7wQ-fyw/s320/IMG_2080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rolls up like a sleeping bag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2053362903073741396?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2053362903073741396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2053362903073741396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2053362903073741396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2053362903073741396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/nap-mat-for-charlie.html' title='Nap Mat (for Charlie)'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TJuzbKx1LuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a7W-1a8jf0Q/s72-c/IMG_2081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4650753749913717109</id><published>2010-09-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:04:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow can't believe my Audrey is 2. &amp;nbsp;Forgot to post something on her birthday. &amp;nbsp;She has been keeping us busy. &amp;nbsp;She talks more and more clearly everyday. &amp;nbsp;I thought we'd do something special today, just her and I. &amp;nbsp;So after we dropped the boys off at school, we headed to Disneyland. &amp;nbsp;We both enjoyed the morning by going on a few rides and having lunch together. &amp;nbsp;I know she might not remember today, but I sure will. &amp;nbsp;God has truly blessed me in so many ways. &amp;nbsp;My daughter is my little buddy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI7xsajI6KI/AAAAAAAAALg/l6UyfCbLHtI/s1600/61708_1509648914297_1626596392_1256766_5714382_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI7xsajI6KI/AAAAAAAAALg/l6UyfCbLHtI/s320/61708_1509648914297_1626596392_1256766_5714382_n.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy and Audrey time at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI7yAFr_Q-I/AAAAAAAAALo/a8OdQL2eZYE/s1600/58641_1510295090451_1626596392_1258160_1894701_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI7yAFr_Q-I/AAAAAAAAALo/a8OdQL2eZYE/s320/58641_1510295090451_1626596392_1258160_1894701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With her pal Dumbo. One of her favorite rides.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI70AulTXeI/AAAAAAAAALw/iFiiDk4bMEw/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI70AulTXeI/AAAAAAAAALw/iFiiDk4bMEw/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her new jacket mommy embellished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3490053710527522743-4650753749913717109?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/4650753749913717109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=4650753749913717109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4650753749913717109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4650753749913717109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-girl.html' title='My Little Girl:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TI7xsajI6KI/AAAAAAAAALg/l6UyfCbLHtI/s72-c/61708_1509648914297_1626596392_1256766_5714382_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5230653611307802504</id><published>2010-09-10T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:59:23.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's okay to cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Why do you cry? &amp;nbsp;Why do I cry? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;My boys always catch me crying. &amp;nbsp;They ask "mom why are you crying now...is it a good cry or a sad cry this time"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I've cried so much lately, you'd think I would have run out of tears by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Today I cried because I was remembering my dad as I watched Stand Up 2 cancer. &amp;nbsp;Remembering his awful death made me so sad. Grieving is ok to do. &amp;nbsp;But remembering what a wonderful loving dad he was made me cry "happy" tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Yesterday, I cried because someone told me they were proud of me. &amp;nbsp;Proud is a word I didn't hear much growing up. Proud of myself too for facing some fears and conquering those fears has made me...yep you guessed it...CRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;So what make you cry...the loss of someone you love, a broken friendship, maybe even your own broken heart, your child getting hurt...your son hitting the baseball, a hug from someone you haven't seen in a while, seeing your daughter dance whenever she hears music? &amp;nbsp;I hope you don't hold back those tears. &amp;nbsp;I'm learning that it's ok to let go and let my tears flow. &amp;nbsp;Such a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;It's ok to cry. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-5230653611307802504?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/5230653611307802504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=5230653611307802504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5230653611307802504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5230653611307802504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-okay-to-cry.html' title='It&apos;s okay to cry.'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-930558248543283137</id><published>2010-09-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:21:05.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud (Charlie) Moment:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Happy! &amp;nbsp;Went to watch my little guy play baseball. &amp;nbsp;Thought about my dad tonight. &amp;nbsp;I now know how he felt when he watched my brothers and I play ball. &amp;nbsp;Seeing Charlie crack that ball....was WOO HOO! &amp;nbsp;So exciting. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait till his first game. &amp;nbsp;Makes me smile that Charlie truly enjoys playing this sport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse in the dugout wasn't fun or cute...yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-930558248543283137?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/930558248543283137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=930558248543283137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/930558248543283137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/930558248543283137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/proud-charlie-moment.html' title='Proud (Charlie) Moment:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TInAJcNB9TI/AAAAAAAAALY/gubLBJuVqgc/s72-c/IMG_1914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8789889567297276430</id><published>2010-09-08T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:17:02.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Summer is officially over for my boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the first day of school. &amp;nbsp;Connor is now in first grade and Chalie is now in kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;**SIGH** My boys are growing up too quick for this momma. &amp;nbsp;Just seems like the other day we were walking Connor in to preschool at the age of 2 1/2. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both boys were excited to start the day and see their friends and meet their teachers. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;John and I took Audrey to breakfast and to Build A Bear. &amp;nbsp;We had a nice morning with our daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhNgdtrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tcnUnTZzuDY/s1600/IMG_0849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhNgdtrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tcnUnTZzuDY/s320/IMG_0849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two handsome guys.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhPq7D6SlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zoJ6TcpJ7cI/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhPq7D6SlI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zoJ6TcpJ7cI/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st grade. &amp;nbsp;He's a big boy with his own desk.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhQjChLcdI/AAAAAAAAALA/QuJ45uD1GDY/s1600/IMG_0852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhQjChLcdI/AAAAAAAAALA/QuJ45uD1GDY/s320/IMG_0852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Char-char is 5 and in kindergarten. &amp;nbsp;Love my little dude.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhQ8D0VBPI/AAAAAAAAALI/SoxNN9QG2-8/s1600/IMG_1902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhQ8D0VBPI/AAAAAAAAALI/SoxNN9QG2-8/s320/IMG_1902.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special morning for daddy and his little girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8789889567297276430?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8789889567297276430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8789889567297276430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8789889567297276430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8789889567297276430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-school-year.html' title='New School Year'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TIhNgdtrJ_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/tcnUnTZzuDY/s72-c/IMG_0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3556246835082248653</id><published>2010-09-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:51:44.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer fun almost over:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Trying to squeeze in some fun time with my kids, before school starts next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TH9Hi3HxUNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8uEi70S5xR8/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TH9Hi3HxUNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8uEi70S5xR8/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disneyland! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TH9HGM7P6eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PLt0e2ieB5k/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TH9HGM7P6eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PLt0e2ieB5k/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Los Angeles zoo. &amp;nbsp;Hot day...lots of BEES...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This summer has been a busy summer. &amp;nbsp;I got to spend a lot of time with my 3 little ones. &amp;nbsp;I will miss my boys when they start school. &amp;nbsp;BUT it will also be kind of nice getting a little break. &amp;nbsp;Learning that it's ok to take a "mommy break" every once in awhile....time to read, write, movie, cry....pray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3556246835082248653?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3556246835082248653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3556246835082248653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3556246835082248653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3556246835082248653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-fun-almost-over.html' title='Summer fun almost over:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/TH9Hi3HxUNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8uEi70S5xR8/s72-c/IMG_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8497865032572369070</id><published>2010-08-29T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T12:39:51.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pismo Beach 2010 part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq2RnnKbQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pi9eVqCASEM/s1600/IMG_2550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq2RnnKbQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pi9eVqCASEM/s320/IMG_2550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq3Bou1drI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pM_DWGdFiiY/s1600/IMG_2461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq3Bou1drI/AAAAAAAAAKI/pM_DWGdFiiY/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq3RpjAMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WyD1daTjS1M/s1600/IMG_0574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq3RpjAMmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WyD1daTjS1M/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fun in the sun and chilly water...brrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq10xDc1OI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XJi9nUyoW3A/s1600/IMG_2369_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq10xDc1OI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XJi9nUyoW3A/s320/IMG_2369_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq1WWIZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tFxBp6fKZyM/s1600/IMG_2614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq1WWIZ0HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tFxBp6fKZyM/s320/IMG_2614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing sunsets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq045tMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/JeBBsYjlz_w/s1600/IMG_0628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq045tMQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/JeBBsYjlz_w/s320/IMG_0628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful family.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq0Mw5HdOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sB0npoJEDEc/s1600/IMG_1729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq0Mw5HdOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/sB0npoJEDEc/s320/IMG_1729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My view from the hammock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THqzy3GmqAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MgnlHeTT6Xo/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THqzy3GmqAI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MgnlHeTT6Xo/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pismo Beach 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8497865032572369070?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8497865032572369070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8497865032572369070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8497865032572369070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8497865032572369070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/08/pismo-beach-2010-part-2.html' title='Pismo Beach 2010 part 2'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/THq2RnnKbQI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pi9eVqCASEM/s72-c/IMG_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2497569838378548382</id><published>2010-08-27T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:51:07.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pismo Beach 2010</title><content type='html'>Vacation time again.  Oh how I needed this time away.  Family and I drove up to Pismo Beach.  We were expecting some cold weather.  "Mother nature" had other plans for us.  The first couple of days were so hot.  Which made playing at the beach so much more fun and refreshing.  The kids had a fun time playing in the sand and finding shells, rocks and sand dollars.  John and I enjoyed watching them have fun together.  &lt;br /&gt;The boys rode without training wheels, which made me proud and sad.  They are all growing up way too fast for me.  Just seems like the other day we were taking Connor to his first day of preschool.  Now he will be in 1st grade.  &lt;br /&gt;Any way...we are happy to be home now.  Tired and need some rest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Had to be one of my most favorite trips we have taken so far.  I got to have some quiet time.  Laid out on the hamock and read, prayed, laughed and even cried.  Love having those moments where you can just be yourself and let go.  The best part of my trip was going to watch the sunsets and hearing from God as I prayed.  The little signs he'd send my way made feel his comfort.  I am amazed by all he does for me &amp; how he can comfort me.  I take so much for granted.  But this trip made me open my eyes and enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;**Started reading a book called Boundaries.  Talk about opening my eyes...mind and heart.  Bought a notebook also, so that I can look up and write down the bible verses the author brings up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2497569838378548382?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2497569838378548382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2497569838378548382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2497569838378548382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2497569838378548382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/08/pismo-beach-2010.html' title='Pismo Beach 2010'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-1559039698688892625</id><published>2010-06-17T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:24:09.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation 2010</title><content type='html'>We are on our way to Utah. This will be our first of many travels this summer. Looks like we will have beautiful weather this year. Our boys are excited to play with their friends and ride their quads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-1559039698688892625?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/1559039698688892625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=1559039698688892625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1559039698688892625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1559039698688892625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-vacation-2010.html' title='Summer Vacation 2010'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2742759438242403783</id><published>2010-02-02T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:49:16.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man I Love...My Best Amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S2kNdqOq9zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m_dsjWH7gZU/s1600-h/DSC01462_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S2kNdqOq9zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m_dsjWH7gZU/s320/DSC01462_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433889228602406706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I will be celebrating 10 years of marriage on February 5.  Wow!  10 years just flew by.  So many memories are going through my head as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;Too be continued...need to get some sleep.  Off to Hawaii tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2742759438242403783?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2742759438242403783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2742759438242403783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2742759438242403783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2742759438242403783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/02/man-i-lovemy-best-amigo.html' title='The Man I Love...My Best Amigo.'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S2kNdqOq9zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m_dsjWH7gZU/s72-c/DSC01462_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8751677583781435434</id><published>2010-01-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:49:53.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aLRx5UUkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B_axOM4FRBs/s1600-h/IMG_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aLRx5UUkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B_axOM4FRBs/s320/IMG_4452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428679538409493058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aLHylXINI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JVEazHeXG8k/s1600-h/IMG_4453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aLHylXINI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JVEazHeXG8k/s320/IMG_4453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428679366795534546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aK8hzg97I/AAAAAAAAAIg/u4r2Jz86YtY/s1600-h/IMG_4455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aK8hzg97I/AAAAAAAAAIg/u4r2Jz86YtY/s320/IMG_4455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428679173312935858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello daddy.  Today is the day you went "home".  Seven years ago, wow how time flies.  I remember that day like it was yesterday.  So many bad memories of that day, I will never get them out of my head...no matter how hard I try.  I try to block the bad with all the good memories.  There are so many that make me laugh and smile.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you dad for being the man you were.  You taught me so much.  You taught me how to be kind and loving to others, even strangers.  I love hearing all of the great stories from others.  You touched so many hearts, so many have loved you.  I was so blessed to have a father like you in  my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vegas &amp; Laughlin trips.&lt;br /&gt;*Watching the Dodger's games with you. (I'm now an Angel's fan...sorry)&lt;br /&gt;*Your cooking!  Tortillas and those fries...I can never get them just right.  &lt;br /&gt;*Your sarcasm &lt;br /&gt;*Our car trips (even if it was just to the market)&lt;br /&gt;*I miss being daddy's girl&lt;br /&gt;*Your hugs &lt;br /&gt;*Your HUGE smile &amp; laugh&lt;br /&gt;*The way children were drawn to you (wish my kids had the chance to meet you)&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to music with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I can go on on...just want you to know that you are missed so much not just by me, but by so many others.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8751677583781435434?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8751677583781435434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8751677583781435434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8751677583781435434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8751677583781435434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-dad.html' title='Hey dad...'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/S1aLRx5UUkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/B_axOM4FRBs/s72-c/IMG_4452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-7312690796077464375</id><published>2009-11-01T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:35:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the sunlight:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Su3b-MEk8RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ix2rie-6RBs/s1600-h/IMG_8639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Su3b-MEk8RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ix2rie-6RBs/s320/IMG_8639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213389725888786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look what was dancing in our backyard this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching this hummingbird dance...fly...or whatever it does, made my day.  They always bring me some sort of comfort.  They always look as if they are in a hurry, moving their wings so quickly...but yet they are standing still enjoying their meal.  Kind of makes me think...I'm always in hurry...I need to stop and enjoy all that is around me.  Maybe we all need to take our time and feel, smell (the roses), hear and touch what's around us.  There is so much beauty around us...when we are in a hurry...a rush...we may just miss that important "something".  By something I mean...we could miss a sunset or sunrise that was meant for us to see.  Don't miss out on a laugh from your child (listen and laugh with them)...or a gentle touch from your spouse (remind them you love them and how important they are to you)...a hug before you say good bye to someone you love (maybe just maybe you will never get that 2nd chance to do it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please try &amp; enjoy every moment...even if it's as minimal as a smile from a stranger or a simple hello from your neighbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-7312690796077464375?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/7312690796077464375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=7312690796077464375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7312690796077464375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7312690796077464375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/11/dancing-in-sunlight.html' title='Dancing in the sunlight:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Su3b-MEk8RI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ix2rie-6RBs/s72-c/IMG_8639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3433346389488031930</id><published>2009-10-09T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:34:58.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball conversation:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Ss-6OWyCFQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I0oK19J7upI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Ss-6OWyCFQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I0oK19J7upI/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390732034782139650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is the conversation my boys just had&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  Let's play baseball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  You be the hitter or you can be the catch guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  It's called batter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor:  Ok...hey mom you can play too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  If I get hit by the ball I get to be the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor: Can we be on the same team.  Oh wait you have to be on the orange team and I will be on the red team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  But I'd really like to be on your team.  Ok well if I get hit I get to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both crack me up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3433346389488031930?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3433346389488031930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3433346389488031930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3433346389488031930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3433346389488031930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/10/baseball-conversation.html' title='Baseball conversation:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Ss-6OWyCFQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/I0oK19J7upI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5246848119511116658</id><published>2009-09-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:45:39.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling...now (kind of) walking...next running!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SsGXSh9iLlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l5N4lqcf8SA/s1600-h/IMG_1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SsGXSh9iLlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l5N4lqcf8SA/s320/IMG_1194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386752973921726034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired!!  That's how I feel.  Miss &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt; is a busy little girl.  I don't remember Connor &amp; Charlie being this active.  Audrey is now 13 months old.  She went from doing the army crawl to a regular craw to now standing up on her own and taking a few steps.  Yayyy....or should I say nay!  She is growing up too quickly and is miss independent.  The other day I found her at the top of the staircase...scary for me...but not for her, she just laughed.  Oh and this morning she climbed up on our Love Sac (bean bag), stood on it and did a belly flop on it. She keeps us busy, but I really don't mind...she makes my life &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-5246848119511116658?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/5246848119511116658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=5246848119511116658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5246848119511116658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5246848119511116658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/09/crawlingnow-kind-of-walkingnext-running.html' title='Crawling...now (kind of) walking...next running!'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SsGXSh9iLlI/AAAAAAAAAHw/l5N4lqcf8SA/s72-c/IMG_1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2539623066105801581</id><published>2009-09-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:00:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me a WHAT...a leader?</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;o is this what He has planned for me.  To be a leader? I was asked to serve on the leadership team for my mom's bible study group.   I've never considered myself as a leader...always a follower.  I've been a leader once before and I'd like to think I did a good job.  I was a underwriting manager in a corporate office, that oversaw three underwriters, 5-6 branches, sometimes 100 loans per month...and so many headaches.  There is a difference between the leadership roles.  Not sure if I'm ready for this new role...but someone thinks I am...so I'm ready to step up to the challenge. I've been challenged in so many areas in my life lately.    All I can do is try my best and ask for help when needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***To be continued****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day leadership training tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2539623066105801581?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2539623066105801581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2539623066105801581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2539623066105801581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2539623066105801581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-whata-leader.html' title='Me a WHAT...a leader?'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4378384651739871372</id><published>2009-09-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:22:42.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>Not really sure I'm writing about.  It's been a long day.  I took Charlie &amp; Audrey to the Discovery Science Center today which was kind of cool.  It was nice getting to hang out somewhere fun and with out a large crowd.  At first Charlie didn't want to go, and in the end he didn't want to leave.  We had a great morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My afternoon...that is a whole other story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4378384651739871372?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/4378384651739871372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=4378384651739871372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4378384651739871372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4378384651739871372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm....'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5805553093756149959</id><published>2009-09-23T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:07:15.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friend/Person I want to be:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A friend is one who strengthens you with prayers, blesses you with love and encourages you with hope.&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/3490053710527522743-5805553093756149959?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/5805553093756149959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=5805553093756149959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5805553093756149959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/5805553093756149959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendperson-i-want-to-be.html' title='The Friend/Person I want to be:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-6678422139318770250</id><published>2009-08-31T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:44:18.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss her:</title><content type='html'>Talked with my cousin Tricia today...ok not really...just text back and forth.  I miss my cousin, my best friend, my little sister...who has always been there for me no matter the distance between us.  A couple of years ago she moved from California to Arizona and ended up in Texas.  &lt;br /&gt;We grew up with 3 houses in between our homes.  She was my maid of honor.  I was there for three of her children's births...I mean I was there...I watched and cried with her.  I've never had anyone else in my life like her.  Her kids are my kids, and I miss them so much.  &lt;br /&gt;Growing up we said we take trips together.  (I still owe her a trip to Hawaii...you thought I had forgotten...didn't you?)  We'd have daughters that were the same age difference as us...3 yrs and 8 months...well we kind of did it...our youngest daughters are 3 years 11 months apart.  We said they'd be best friends like we were...kind of hard now that we live so far apart.  We use to talk everyday, but now with our growing families and the busy lives we both have, it's not as easy.  But I know she will always be there for me and I will always be there for her.  &lt;br /&gt;I think it's kind of cool that even though she is so far away, she still knows when I need someone to talk to or just a "hey I'm thinking of you" text or call.  I'm blessed to call her my friend, sister and my "favorite" cousin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**My last 2 posts have been about my best friends...I'm lucky I have a couple in my life, including my husband.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trish...I pray you come home soon.  I miss you and I love you.  I want our kids to grow up together, just like we did.  I miss being able to walk to your house and just talk about nothing and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-6678422139318770250?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/6678422139318770250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=6678422139318770250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6678422139318770250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6678422139318770250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-her.html' title='I miss her:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-1145961237406870804</id><published>2009-08-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:08:12.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Friendship:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN7hH478ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BW0pdfE29rE/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN7hH478ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BW0pdfE29rE/s320/DSC01387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373774589366890898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 years ago our paths crossed.  Wasn't until a year a later we started talking and hanging out.  "I'm so thankful our friendship was part of His plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN7SlES63I/AAAAAAAAAHg/V7I2GAwbFbY/s1600-h/DSC01369_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN7SlES63I/AAAAAAAAAHg/V7I2GAwbFbY/s320/DSC01369_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373774339501124466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the fact that we are able to be "ourselves" around each other...even if it's just us been goofy and laughing at...well...anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN69mXmImI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EDrJqzR2y60/s1600-h/IMG_7461_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN69mXmImI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EDrJqzR2y60/s320/IMG_7461_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373773979073258082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been there for important moments in each other's lives...birthdays and holidays, from being pregnant to the births of our daughters...medical issues and your surgeries...from me being "lost" and now baptized. Good times and fun times...some hard moments, but we always manage to get through them with each other's help and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your true friendship and for loving me as you do.  Thank you for your prayers, they always mean so much to me.  I hope I get the courage to pray with and for you soon. &lt;br /&gt;Here is to many more years of an awesome friendship and to all of the new memories to be made.  &lt;br /&gt;I can thank you for so much more...I hope you know how much you mean to me and my family.  Love you buddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-1145961237406870804?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/1145961237406870804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=1145961237406870804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1145961237406870804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1145961237406870804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-friendship.html' title='Our Friendship:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SpN7hH478ZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BW0pdfE29rE/s72-c/DSC01387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2372398247796968060</id><published>2009-08-18T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:58:32.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism Day @ the Beach:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SoubNaMx8NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mlOogfWRe1g/s1600-h/IMG_7456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SoubNaMx8NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mlOogfWRe1g/s320/IMG_7456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371557635242979538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**Where's Cindy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Soua5n2rdCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8HjsnB-nGe0/s1600-h/IMG_7470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Soua5n2rdCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8HjsnB-nGe0/s320/IMG_7470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371557295310992418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**Walking into the chilly water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**What a day!  I was so nervous...why...because that's me!  Everyone tried to calm me down, I was a wreck.  Thank goodness for my family and friends, they all came to support me and showed me love like I've never felt.  I was so blessed that day. I had my best friend walk and pray with me, which made my heart smile.  As I waited for my turn to go into the water...I stood alone, until I turned and there was my love...my husband took my hand and told me he would always be there when I needed him.  I love him!  I will forever remember that wonderful day.  It's the day I began a "new" life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2372398247796968060?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2372398247796968060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2372398247796968060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2372398247796968060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2372398247796968060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/baptism-day-beach.html' title='Baptism Day @ the Beach:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SoubNaMx8NI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mlOogfWRe1g/s72-c/IMG_7456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8657196507024982358</id><published>2009-08-18T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:22:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Audrey's 1st Birthday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouZniDVdGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWOchucMIT0/s1600-h/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouZniDVdGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWOchucMIT0/s320/IMG_0947.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371555885004190818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Happy girl!  Thanks to Rachel for making this cute outfit for Audrey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouYGNH8U1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wqYi7Yvtudc/s1600-h/IMG_7404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouYGNH8U1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/wqYi7Yvtudc/s320/IMG_7404.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371554212939060050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Happy 1st Birthday***  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouXDGxpiTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gXgXBvJ4XqM/s1600-h/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouXDGxpiTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gXgXBvJ4XqM/s320/IMG_7409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371553060183705906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**John &amp; Ryan went out a bought an ice cream cake (cookies &amp; cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouWuYooOtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CuMge89zIUE/s1600-h/IMG_7401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouWuYooOtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CuMge89zIUE/s320/IMG_7401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371552704200456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Cake #2 - John &amp; Ryan went out and bought another cake...mint chocolate chip...because it's their wives' favorite.  Our husbands are "the best."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8657196507024982358?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8657196507024982358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8657196507024982358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8657196507024982358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8657196507024982358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-audreys-1st-birthday.html' title='Miss Audrey&apos;s 1st Birthday:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SouZniDVdGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cWOchucMIT0/s72-c/IMG_0947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4864255876289096630</id><published>2009-08-06T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:34:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait and See:</title><content type='html'>Heard this song on the radio.  There was a line that really stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "still wondering why I'm here, still wrestling with my fear, but oh, He's up to something, And the further on I go, I've seen enough to know that I'm not here for nothing, He's up to something".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many fears.  Wishing I could just make them all go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a good wife?  Am I a nurturing mother to my children?  How am I doing as a friend?  Am I who I'm suppose to be?  What's next for me...where do I go...where do I belong?  I've been wrestling with these questions for quite sometime.  I know I just need to let everything go and I will be guided into the direction of where I need to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still a learning process.  No one is perfect.  It's like trial and error.  I make many mistakes, but I'm still trying and I will not give up.  Praying that I become a better person.  I pray for a more caring heart...it's not all about me...it's about the person sitting next to me that may need to have someone listen or a shoulder to cry on.  Maybe it's me helping my mom out a little more, and not whining about all that she asks of me.  Maybe it's spending more time with my husband and showing him that he's loved and appreciated.  Maybe it's me volunteering at the local food bank or ?  I know and now have faith that I will be healed in my fear of "being me".  Sounds weird, but I hope it makes some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm the "introverted" friend/mother/wife/etc...I'm looking forward to where I'm being led.  I know there are "plans" for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**After reading this, it really is a bunch of rambling.  But I decided to post it anyways, that is another fear: afraid that people may not want to hear what I have to say or that someone isn't listening.  So blogging is a way for me to speak out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4864255876289096630?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/4864255876289096630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=4864255876289096630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4864255876289096630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4864255876289096630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-and-see.html' title='Wait and See:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-9001253473205106082</id><published>2009-08-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:23:00.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer 2009</title><content type='html'>I'm officially a S&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OCCER MOM&lt;/span&gt; of two boys.  Soccer season has begun.  Not much to write about just yet.  I will post some photos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-9001253473205106082?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/9001253473205106082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=9001253473205106082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/9001253473205106082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/9001253473205106082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/soccer-2009.html' title='Soccer 2009'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-7242156825473356385</id><published>2009-08-04T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:21:01.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Dad:</title><content type='html'>**This is a day late**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday daddy!  We could never forget your birthday...ONE reason was you never let us forget.  Oh the "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;subtle&lt;/span&gt;" hints you'd give us...like "my birthday is coming"...or "hmmm what's on August 3rd".  Second reason was, celebrating your birthday was always fun.  I think because you'd always take us to Laughlin or Vegas (your favorite). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know you probably hate the fact that we decorate your grave with flowers and balloons.  I could hear you now..."why do you waste your money on that crap".  The boys have a good time when we visit you.  I know you hear them when they talk to you.  They love you even though they've never met you.  Audrey just wanted to rip up all the flowers, she's CrAzy!  John and I continue to tell them stories and show them photos of you.  Charlie wants to know if you get to play with our dog Bear (I told him you do...it made him smile).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day for us.  After we visited you, we went and had lunch at Mi Casa.  Cory, Skyler, Kari and Jay were there and had lunch with us.  It was a nice get together.  We all shared stories and memories of you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I got home I had received a bouquet of flowers from my friend Melinda.  She said she just wanted to put some sunshine in my day.  It did!  And also so many people thought of you as "their dad", rather than uncle, brother in law, etc.  So many great memories from so many people that truly loved you as much as I loved you.  I was so blessed to have such a wonderful, caring and loving dad.  I miss you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have so many new people in my life...my children, my best friend Rachel, her family, friends from church...I wish they had the chance to have met you and know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-7242156825473356385?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/7242156825473356385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=7242156825473356385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7242156825473356385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7242156825473356385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/08/celebrating-dad.html' title='Celebrating Dad:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-667302492909917939</id><published>2009-07-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:06:52.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 09</title><content type='html'>Nothing major to post.  Just wanted to say I'm enjoying the summer with my family.  We've been busy!!  John and I have been taking the kids on mini trips.  Let's see...we have gone to the beach (many times), Knott's Berry farm, Seaworld, Old Town San Diego, Disneyland (of course) and just hanging with family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-667302492909917939?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/667302492909917939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=667302492909917939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/667302492909917939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/667302492909917939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-09.html' title='Summer 09'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-1444015439563370816</id><published>2009-06-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:30:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connor's last day of preschool:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Skrh5stN8VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ps6eovCHj18/s1600-h/IMG_6715_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Skrh5stN8VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ps6eovCHj18/s200/IMG_6715_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353339488452866386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   Ok so it's not "high school" graduation.  But still my oldest has just completed preschool.  Connor is now five years old and will be in kindergarten this fall.  The morning was chaos.  John had to go to  jury duty so he couldn't make it.  My mom, Kari, Brett, Chuck, Joel, baby Jay, Rachel, Carissa and of course Audrey &amp; Charlie were there for the special event.  All of the promoting classes performed special songs &amp; some danced...it was so cute.  There were some very animated children and there were a few that did not move a muscle.  I've got to admit, I was a little emotional when they played the slideshow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   **Connor I'm so proud to call you my son.  When you are older I will tell you all about how God blessed us with you.  We prayed everyday that we would have little ones...you were are first...now we have three special blessings.  I thank God for all the special moments in your life.  You are such a kind hearted young man.  I love that you are able to show others affection, you have such caring personality.  You are a good friend, son, brother...etc... At such a young age, you are a godly person, you've taught me so much about myself and about God's love...thank you.  You're also our little comedian.  Thank you for always making me laugh and cry in a good way.  I love you buddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Just read this to Connor and of course I cried.  He said "thank you mommy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-1444015439563370816?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/1444015439563370816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=1444015439563370816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1444015439563370816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1444015439563370816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/06/connors-last-day-of-preschool.html' title='Connor&apos;s last day of preschool:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Skrh5stN8VI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ps6eovCHj18/s72-c/IMG_6715_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8964407154405308412</id><published>2009-06-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:37:30.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week:</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd just do a quick play by play of the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 21st:  Father's day.  We packed up the car and headed to the beach.  John shopped for a surfboard.  Played at the beach for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22nd:  My BFF Rach's birthday.  We celebrated by hanging out at Glen Ivy Hot Springs.  We both received massages...oh it felt so good.  My niece Kari met up with us.  Had dinner with my Uncle and cousin later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23rd:  Headed to the beach again.  John bought a surfboard.  Hung out at the beach with kids and watched John surf.  Another great day.  Audrey's new favorite place and loves to eat sand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24th:  Took the boys to school.  Hung out at Rach's house before heading to Audrey's doc appt.  My pool little girl had to get three shots and to top it off she has two more teeth coming in.  She was not having a good day.  I picked up the boys and went back to Rach's house and watched her kids, so she could get her hair done.  The kids always have a good time with each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Busy week so far...with no break in sight**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8964407154405308412?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8964407154405308412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8964407154405308412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8964407154405308412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8964407154405308412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-week-or-so.html' title='The past week:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-635063195221106882</id><published>2009-06-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:56:35.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's day Daddy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sj3LiGcavNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iHiI--NjKpE/s1600-h/scan0004_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sj3LiGcavNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iHiI--NjKpE/s320/scan0004_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349655719091813586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much.  Tomorrow is Father's day.  Oh how I miss your hugs, I even miss you pinching my arm.  Just to feel your touch just once would make me smile.  &lt;br /&gt;I took the boys to two baseball games today.  We first went to our friend Benny's playoff game, and his team won!  Later in the evening we went to the Angels vs Dodgers game.  I could just imagine the look on your face if you saw the boys in their Angel shirts.  And I know what you would tell them..."you can't wear that in my house"...and then you'd grab them and hug them and tell them you were just joking around. &lt;br /&gt;Dad, Connor is almost finished with preschool, he will be in kindergarten in the fall.  I can't believe how quickly he's growing.  Charlie &amp; Audrey are growing just as fast.  They know so much about you.  They even tell people stories about you, that I've told them.  They ask so many questions.  The question they often ask is how did you get sick, and why did God take you.  I know they are too young to understand, it was hard for me to understand at first.  How could God take the best man I knew away from us...but I understand now Dad.  You're home now.  I love you daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;**Happy Father's day**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love - Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-635063195221106882?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/635063195221106882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=635063195221106882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/635063195221106882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/635063195221106882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day-daddy.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s day Daddy:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sj3LiGcavNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iHiI--NjKpE/s72-c/scan0004_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3254824737311523191</id><published>2009-06-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:03:27.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the evening:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I attended a memorial service today for my great-aunt Remidios (Mayo).  Heard a few family speak about her.  The question of the evening was "how will you be remembered"?  It has me thinking...I can't answer that question just yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guess I can say TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3254824737311523191?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3254824737311523191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3254824737311523191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3254824737311523191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3254824737311523191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/06/question-of-evening.html' title='Question of the evening:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-854581498434816115</id><published>2009-05-29T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:57:15.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are a few more:</title><content type='html'>Decided to add a "cute" skull to this sweatshirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCtMldJwVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i9h3ePNPpj0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCtMldJwVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i9h3ePNPpj0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459589785829714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the fish t-shirt for my nephew Jay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCtFZoXxPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rz-0IFJu2aE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCtFZoXxPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rz-0IFJu2aE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459466352575730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says ties are for boys only?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCs7M2-sXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZA2xLD0s1rI/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCs7M2-sXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZA2xLD0s1rI/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341459291125494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "punk" shirt.  Tried to make it look like suspenders:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCskUtEyVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DL11sWVJruw/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCskUtEyVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DL11sWVJruw/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341458898094442834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm enjoying my new hobby.  Thanks to Rach for showing me a few pointers &amp; tips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-854581498434816115?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/854581498434816115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=854581498434816115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/854581498434816115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/854581498434816115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-few-more.html' title='Here are a few more:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SiCtMldJwVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i9h3ePNPpj0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8916951602141464768</id><published>2009-05-28T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:13:50.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain Shirts No More:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9Ss7csfZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Him_AVD6ppM/s1600-h/IMG_0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9Ss7csfZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Him_AVD6ppM/s320/IMG_0564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341078614910467474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9RbW4LacI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-bbcRtJTq_c/s1600-h/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9RbW4LacI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-bbcRtJTq_c/s320/IMG_0373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341077213524224450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QpSg5v9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yQZw5f-wvw4/s1600-h/IMG_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QpSg5v9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yQZw5f-wvw4/s320/IMG_0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341076353359396818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QehiKoVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sHoAk3K3I5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QehiKoVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/sHoAk3K3I5Y/s320/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341076168412668242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QVHjKNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sR8y0UTFPcY/s1600-h/IMG_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9QVHjKNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sR8y0UTFPcY/s320/IMG_0571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341076006818690530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8916951602141464768?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8916951602141464768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8916951602141464768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8916951602141464768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8916951602141464768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/plain-shirts-no-more.html' title='Plain Shirts No More:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9Ss7csfZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Him_AVD6ppM/s72-c/IMG_0564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8283392034538440680</id><published>2009-05-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:20:42.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me and my boys:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9FYnqyF_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/41kV6AzWdF0/s1600-h/DSC01094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9FYnqyF_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/41kV6AzWdF0/s320/DSC01094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341063972352301042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I decided to spend the day together.  Audrey stayed with grandma Ofie and we went to Disneyland.  We had a great day.  Of course the first ride we "had" to go on was Buzz (Astro Blasters?).  We went on a few more rides, visited with Mickey, had lunch and did a little shopping.  The boys bought Audrey a pink "my first" Minnie that plays music...she loved it.  It was nice getting to hang out with the guys...but we all missed daddy and Audrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8283392034538440680?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8283392034538440680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8283392034538440680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8283392034538440680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8283392034538440680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-me-and-my-boys.html' title='Just me and my boys:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sh9FYnqyF_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/41kV6AzWdF0/s72-c/DSC01094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-6480175344676345984</id><published>2009-05-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:57:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging:</title><content type='html'>Still trying to figure out this "blogging" stuff.  What should I talk about?  I will think of something soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-6480175344676345984?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/6480175344676345984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=6480175344676345984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6480175344676345984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6480175344676345984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogging.html' title='Blogging:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8360751831981528553</id><published>2009-05-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:40:24.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She has an infectious smile : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTSiKdaoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f2mus-I5Mn8/s1600-h/IMG_5100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTSiKdaoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f2mus-I5Mn8/s320/IMG_5100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122942706000130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTSP4DpX1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mQXdC8J7RG0/s1600-h/IMG_5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTSP4DpX1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/mQXdC8J7RG0/s320/IMG_5951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122628528430930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTQxbhKUvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rSz7sfuozqM/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTQxbhKUvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rSz7sfuozqM/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338121005959893746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTQbh473SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzA6mhj8jak/s1600-h/IMG_6096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTQbh473SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AzA6mhj8jak/s320/IMG_6096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338120629713100066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Audrey's smile brings me so much joy &amp; happiness.  I love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8360751831981528553?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8360751831981528553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8360751831981528553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8360751831981528553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8360751831981528553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-has-infectious-smile.html' title='She has an infectious smile : )'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ShTSiKdaoQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f2mus-I5Mn8/s72-c/IMG_5100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-9097905976212171878</id><published>2009-05-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:19:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Guy is turning 4 : (</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SgUgN66W8qI/AAAAAAAAADw/BUbOYlQDgpA/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SgUgN66W8qI/AAAAAAAAADw/BUbOYlQDgpA/s320/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333704757214638754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SgUfi6JzPwI/AAAAAAAAADo/4lkjPAARzEo/s1600-h/DSC01127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SgUfi6JzPwI/AAAAAAAAADo/4lkjPAARzEo/s320/DSC01127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333704018276597506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little guy Charlie is turning 4 tomorrow (May 9).  He tells me that he won't be my baby anymore and that Audrey is my "new" baby.  Charles is named after my father, who passed away 6 years ago.  My son loves that fact that he shares his Papa's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is so loving &amp; funny.  He really loves animals, especially dogs.  He has a collection of many stuffed dogs on his bed.  "Doggie" is his favorite buddy to sleep with, along with his blue blankie.  I don't know what we'd do if we ever lost one or both.  Every morning Charlie wakes up holding these two items and has to have them next to him at breakfast.  I wish he didn't have to grow up so quickly...time goes by so fast.  Next thing I know...he'll be graduating from high school and going to prom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-9097905976212171878?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/9097905976212171878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/9097905976212171878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-guy-is-turning-4.html' title='My Little Guy is turning 4 : ('/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SgUgN66W8qI/AAAAAAAAADw/BUbOYlQDgpA/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4514974187097780087</id><published>2009-04-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:34:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day in N.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfEyrn0FIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/eSqFvFGjiOY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfEyrn0FIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/eSqFvFGjiOY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328095559159193618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfEx8ED7qyI/AAAAAAAAADY/_R_jB7DXNE8/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfEx8ED7qyI/AAAAAAAAADY/_R_jB7DXNE8/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328094742108154658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfExkWKcL0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gtvk6JpChT0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfExkWKcL0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/Gtvk6JpChT0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328094334650429250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our third day here in New York.  It has been chilly the past couple of days, no rain today.  Here is how our day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Breakfast with family:  Me, the kids, John, my mom, Grandpa &amp; Grandma Lardner, Favorite Aunt Mary, Cousin Jessica, Aunt Chrissy &amp; Uncle John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We then walked to the subway station.  Took the C train to the Natural History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Walked around the museum.  I think our favorite part was looking at the all the dinosaurs.  The kids loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  We then took a taxi to the Central Park Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Had lunch prior to entering the actual zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Walked around the zoo...the kids wanted to see Alex the Lion...the zoo had no lions.  But we did see lots of birds, polar bears, red panda, sea lions, monkeys, penguins...and  some other animals.  Not a large zoo at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Walked around Central Park, something I've always wanted to do.  It was gorgeous.  The trees and flowers have started to bloom.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.  Took subway back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Picked up pizza and ate at the hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 .  John took boys to dinner and Audrey and I stayed back.  I was so tired and sore from all of the walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Bed time!!!  Tomorrow...Empire State building...Fire Museum and ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4514974187097780087?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4514974187097780087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4514974187097780087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-day-in-ny.html' title='3rd Day in N.Y.'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SfEyrn0FIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/eSqFvFGjiOY/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-1238215558934179793</id><published>2009-04-22T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:06:01.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day in N.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_3MlV3x1I/AAAAAAAAADI/F1IKJmE0LU4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_3MlV3x1I/AAAAAAAAADI/F1IKJmE0LU4/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327748679756924754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_3E6rfjJI/AAAAAAAAADA/It_0FQQvOzs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_3E6rfjJI/AAAAAAAAADA/It_0FQQvOzs/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327748548045802642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_25bJsftI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6Qnmp2gsl04/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_25bJsftI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6Qnmp2gsl04/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327748350603984594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how our day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Woke up had bagels and coffee&lt;br /&gt;2.  Walked...walked...and walked some more to the ferry.  &lt;br /&gt;3.  Took the ferry around the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island...didn't get of the ferry because it was raining and very cold.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Walked...walked and walked some more, back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Had a late lunch.  Yummy turkey sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Met up with my in-laws.  The kids were so happy to see their grandpa and grandma Lardner&lt;br /&gt;7.  Took a taxi ride to Macy's.  I was in shopping heaven...Macy's has 9 floors.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Trying to hail a taxi in N.Y. is crazy...took a taxi ride back to our hotel.  &lt;br /&gt;9.  Met up with my sister-in-law and bro-in-law&lt;br /&gt;10.  Had dinner with the family.  Kids loved seeing our family.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Time for bed.  Long day tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-1238215558934179793?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1238215558934179793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1238215558934179793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/2nd-day-in-ny.html' title='2nd day in N.Y.'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se_3MlV3x1I/AAAAAAAAADI/F1IKJmE0LU4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4748526530516984539</id><published>2009-04-21T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:13:02.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day in N.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se6ZPF0iBxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eWJTzWZ4Nes/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se6ZPF0iBxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eWJTzWZ4Nes/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327363893765474066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor wanted me to call his teachers to tell them we were in N.Y.  So I told him we'd keep a journal of our trip, that way he could share with class when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing this morning we boarded our plane that was to leave at 7:45...and then was told to exit the plane, which would then reboard and depart at 9:15...got off the plane and then was told to get back on the plane...WHAT???  I have 3 children, don't they realize how difficult it is for me and John.  Any ways we made it on time to New Jersey.  The kids did great on the plane.  I was told I have a great family...that comment made me smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a driver pick us up and take us to our hotel in lower Manhattan.  The boys loved it that we were in a limo.  We traveled through a long tunnel...that seemed like there was no end.  We pointed out the Statue of Liberty to the boys.  Connor said she looked like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at our hotel.  Unpacked and headed out for pizza.  Pizza in New York is so different...it's just so YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day of traveling...we are all so tired.  Hopefully the rain will stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4748526530516984539?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4748526530516984539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4748526530516984539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-in-ny.html' title='First day in N.Y.'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Se6ZPF0iBxI/AAAAAAAAACw/eWJTzWZ4Nes/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-609805042891906307</id><published>2009-04-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:54:43.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegLbhCQmeI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Lceg_PjWW4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegLbhCQmeI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Lceg_PjWW4/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325519126717831650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     So it's spring break for my boys.  We decided to make a quick trip to the Colorado River.  We found a campground near the river.  The kids are having a great time.  John bought the boys fishing poles and took them fishing today...they didn't catch anything.  Connor is collecting rocks, for what I don't know.  Maybe he'll start a pet rock collection.  It's better than the mice and hamster he wants...yuck!!  Charlie and I took a well needed nap together.  We were so tired and grumpy, we needed the rest.  Audrey...I don't think she's too fond of the whole camping thing.  She's use to her crib and has a hard time falling asleep somewhere else.  She's sleeping next to me tonight.  We'll see how that goes.  Last night was tough...no sleep for me.  She's our little diva...knows exactly what she wants and knows how to get it.  We are in trouble when she starts to talk.  &lt;br /&gt;We are headed back tomorrow.  I can't wait to get home and meet my great-nephew Jay.  I've seen pictures of him, he's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;Going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-609805042891906307?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/609805042891906307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=609805042891906307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/609805042891906307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/609805042891906307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-time.html' title='Family Time:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegLbhCQmeI/AAAAAAAAACg/7Lceg_PjWW4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-6556566079075045303</id><published>2009-04-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:57:19.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Addition:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegMFAiXF-I/AAAAAAAAACo/jJQbGKjIYdg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegMFAiXF-I/AAAAAAAAACo/jJQbGKjIYdg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325519839548610530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SebBG9WtY6I/AAAAAAAAACY/ydp7wVw15so/s1600-h/0415092104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SebBG9WtY6I/AAAAAAAAACY/ydp7wVw15so/s320/0415092104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325155934705378210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful &amp; blessed day.  My niece Kari had her baby this afternoon.  My great-nephew Jay Andrew weighed in at 8lbs 1oz...20 1/2 inches.  Big boy for such a little lady.  I'm sitting in our trailer, typing away.  We are spending a few days at the river in Parker, AZ.  I can't wait to meet the new little guy and hold him.  &lt;br /&gt;Thought about my dad today.  Kari was his first grandchild. His pride and joy.  She went everywhere with her Papa.  He would be so proud of his great-grandson.  &lt;br /&gt;We are all so happy for our new addition to our family.  So thankful that both mommy &amp; baby are healthy and happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-6556566079075045303?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/6556566079075045303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=6556566079075045303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6556566079075045303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6556566079075045303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-addition.html' title='A New Addition:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SegMFAiXF-I/AAAAAAAAACo/jJQbGKjIYdg/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-7768959470621895338</id><published>2009-04-13T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:07:49.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Little Buddies:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SeN-p9D2wBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqJLvNFKOI8/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SeN-p9D2wBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqJLvNFKOI8/s320/IMG_5095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324238443712528402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What a wonderful life I have, to be a mommy to three amazing kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-7768959470621895338?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/7768959470621895338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=7768959470621895338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7768959470621895338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7768959470621895338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-three-little-buddies.html' title='My Three Little Buddies:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SeN-p9D2wBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/iqJLvNFKOI8/s72-c/IMG_5095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2550149193209082137</id><published>2009-04-11T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:11:24.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love: a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt a love so strong...a love that nothing can compare to? Not even the love you receive from your husband, your children or any other can compare to this love.  These past few days I've been thinking about what Jesus has done for me.  Who in their right mind would sacrifice his own life for me?  Who would give up his life for all I've done wrong?  Who would love me that much, to take a beating, to be dragged, get spit on and worse, nailed to a cross and die for me. Only ONE person.  I'm forever grateful for what He has done for me, my family...for all of us.  I can never repay Him for what he has done.  But I can try and love others like he has loved me.  I can teach my children about Him...to know him.  I can share stories of all the good that comes from knowing Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2550149193209082137?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2550149193209082137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2550149193209082137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2550149193209082137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2550149193209082137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3468417876031190380</id><published>2009-04-09T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:36:18.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Past Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd53slo1n7I/AAAAAAAAABk/933dlooL1IE/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd53slo1n7I/AAAAAAAAABk/933dlooL1IE/s200/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322823417499852722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd53PsWcTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ifo00XGkyQg/s1600-h/DSC00446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd53PsWcTzI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ifo00XGkyQg/s200/DSC00446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322822921085538098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd50CUQ2nhI/AAAAAAAAABU/1uKcikGdrbE/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd50CUQ2nhI/AAAAAAAAABU/1uKcikGdrbE/s200/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819392746462738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has been a little hectic, yet fun.  We started out the week by going to the Oritz house.  My friend Desiree always knows how to throw a good kid party.  She had made pins for the kids with their names on it.  There were flower pins for the mommas.  We played games out front, like toss the egg, hot potato and had a sack race.  The kids later searched for the hidden eggs in the backyard.  Lots of food and yummy cupcakes.  A great day with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Monday) I decided to keep the kids home from school.  Made breakfast for the family.  We did a little running around and then came home.  We took advantage of the beautiful summer like weather.  We sat around the pool and let the kids play in the kiddie area of our pool.  There was no way I was getting in...it was too cold.  Later that night we had a BBQ which is always nice on a warm night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we were invited to go Legoland with the Frederick's.  The boys were so excited when we told them we were going.  They had been asking us to take them for the longest time.  We couldn't pass up the deal Jamie had.  It was a nice day, but a bit crowded.  The boys enjoyed the rides and Legos.  Grandma gave them each Easter money, so they bought a couple Lego sets.  &lt;br /&gt;After Legoland, we went and had dinner at Hensley's Flying Elephant Pub &amp; Grill.  What a neat restaurant, there are black and red walls with accordions &amp; lots of photos &amp; paintings hung up.  The restaurant is owned by Matthew Hensley...a former professional skateboarder and accordionist for the band Flogging Molly.&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go...Audrey is crying.  This week is not over yet...so stay tuned for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and wait...I've also started sewing a few things.  Nothing major, just a few "cute" things for Audrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3468417876031190380?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3468417876031190380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3468417876031190380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3468417876031190380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3468417876031190380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-past-week.html' title='This Past Week...'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sd53slo1n7I/AAAAAAAAABk/933dlooL1IE/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-6728641980806119445</id><published>2009-04-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:31:06.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends @ play:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SdhPgGdXxyI/AAAAAAAAABM/elihSb5Gxf4/s1600-h/IMG_5059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SdhPgGdXxyI/AAAAAAAAABM/elihSb5Gxf4/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321090372646455074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SdhNRfg6OvI/AAAAAAAAABE/BwcGMp3ABxw/s1600-h/IMG_4990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SdhNRfg6OvI/AAAAAAAAABE/BwcGMp3ABxw/s320/IMG_4990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321087922650888946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect day with great friends.  Rachel and the kids came over today, to hang out.  The kids played pretty much the entire visit.  We had lunch and ice cream...yummy!  The weather could not have been any better. We snapped some pictures of all the kids, great memories!  So blessed to have family friends like the Heisers.   I love the fact that our children get along despite the age differences.  My kids were worn out.  I was tired too...but still needed to make dinner.  Poor Charles started to doze off at the dinner table...he ended up falling asleep while watching a movie.  I started a new project later in the evening...I will reveal what it is later, if it turns out ok.  &lt;br /&gt;Time for bed it's late...brand new BEAUTIFUL day tomorrow.  Hanging out with some more friends tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-6728641980806119445?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/6728641980806119445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=6728641980806119445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6728641980806119445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/6728641980806119445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends-play.html' title='Friends @ play:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SdhPgGdXxyI/AAAAAAAAABM/elihSb5Gxf4/s72-c/IMG_5059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-1066103872893187971</id><published>2009-04-02T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:03:03.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I found this in One-Minute Prayers for Women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;True Devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful ** Colossians 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God, can You work with me on my commitment issues?  Build in me a desire to pray.  I want to be a disciplined follower.  Steady my spirit to stillness.  Quiet and solitude prepare me for Your presence.  Direct my eyes to be watching for Your answers, watching as my prayers are heard and responded to.  I want to see and recognize Your work in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my faith to grow, Lord.  Each day that I come to meet with You, may I know You better.  Replace my ignorance with Your knowledge.  Help me be strong in my commitment to You.  Show me how to pray, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so one of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/span&gt; fears is praying.  I also fear public speaking...so praying with others is not really an option for me right now.  What is it that I'm afraid of...that the person will judge the way I speak...am I choosing the correct words?  I'd love to do it.  I want to do it.  Maybe I should &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JUST DO IT&lt;/span&gt;!  What do I have to lose right?  I've had friends and family pray for me and with me.  Why do I struggle with it so much?  It's not a big deal...it's a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HONOR &lt;/span&gt;to be able to pray for others and yourself.  It's an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HONOR&lt;/span&gt; to be loved and cherished by Him.  Having my prayers answered or sometimes not answered is an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HONOR&lt;/span&gt; to me.  (Not sure why I used the word honor)  I have so much respect for what God has given me...so why not talk with Him everyday...get down on my knees and give him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm working on it, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;praying&lt;/span&gt;.  I've even started reading my daily devotional out loud...it's a start right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-1066103872893187971?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/1066103872893187971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=1066103872893187971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1066103872893187971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/1066103872893187971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-2850756389830421032</id><published>2009-03-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:14:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day At the Beach...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQwYQYrN1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/L4FEzwT_l54/s1600-h/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQwYQYrN1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/L4FEzwT_l54/s200/IMG_4311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315426653477484370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQwE8gipSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Nqq0KfCxGc/s1600-h/IMG_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQwE8gipSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4Nqq0KfCxGc/s200/IMG_4308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315426321724253474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQt2hoEZpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H9jc3WLBVtg/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQt2hoEZpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/H9jc3WLBVtg/s200/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315423874966644370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since Gaven (my brother-in-law) was visting us from Indiana, we decided to take the him and the our kids to the beach.  We dressed...well we thought we were dressed for beach weather.  When we got there it was soooo cold.  We walked along the bike path, we warmed up a little.  And then we walked along the Huntington Beach pier, watched the surfers and dolphins play in the water.  Charlie thought the dolphins were sharks because he could see their fins.  After our walk we went and had lunch at Duke's and had some delicious, yummy hamburgers and chips.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Although the weather was not lousy...we had a good time just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-2850756389830421032?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/2850756389830421032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=2850756389830421032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2850756389830421032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/2850756389830421032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-at-beach.html' title='A Day At the Beach...'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/ScQwYQYrN1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/L4FEzwT_l54/s72-c/IMG_4311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8313733715111186270</id><published>2009-03-16T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:14:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Blessing:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sb8Uy_uF7BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sEriRyl6xqk/s1600-h/IMG_4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sb8Uy_uF7BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sEriRyl6xqk/s200/IMG_4111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313988951651249170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my little man Connor John.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Five years ago...on March 17th...we were blessed with a little boy.  My how time flies.  Connor has been counting down to his birthday for the past 3 weeks.  He is so excited about turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...as for me, I will most likely cry tomorrow.  He tells me he's no longer my baby..."mom, I'm a big boy now".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My husband's family is from Ireland...how ironic that our 1st son was born on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;St. Patrick's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So tomorrow we will be going to Disneyland for the day &amp;amp; his choice for dinner is Dave &amp;amp; Busters.  Should be a great day to celebrate.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8313733715111186270?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8313733715111186270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8313733715111186270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8313733715111186270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8313733715111186270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-lucky-blessing.html' title='My Lucky Blessing:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/Sb8Uy_uF7BI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sEriRyl6xqk/s72-c/IMG_4111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8217238962549165844</id><published>2009-03-09T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T09:21:28.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sitting here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...typing away.  Watching 27 Dresses...I enjoy this movie...it's funny.  Kids are sleeping &amp;amp; so is John.  John had to work a 72 this weekend.  So that means I did to...I was sick the whole time.  "Sick"...that's something I don't have time for.  I'm a mom...a Super Mom...or an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mom, which Charlie called me today (had to brag about that one.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm also getting my grandmother's birthday invitations ready to be mailed out.  We will be celebrating her 89th birthday this year...we all thought she was turning 90...opps!  So we decided to still have the party.  She's looking forward to it, seeing her kids, grandkids, great-grandchildren &amp;amp; some great-great grandchildren...and other family members.  The party should be fun.  We hired 5 mariachis, a DJ so we could dance the night away...ok maybe not grandma, I'm sure she will enjoy all the festivities we have planned in her honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok...better get back to those invites.  My kids should be waking up soon...and when I mean kids...that includes John.  Ha...I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8217238962549165844?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8217238962549165844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8217238962549165844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8217238962549165844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8217238962549165844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-sitting-here.html' title='Just sitting here...'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-8243286007253869252</id><published>2009-03-02T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:10:16.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We went for a walk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SazVNajHBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LMNRPv5w3yg/s1600-h/DSC00315_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SazVNajHBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LMNRPv5w3yg/s200/DSC00315_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308852487204570274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...a very LONG walk.  Ok so maybe not as long as I thought...it was maybe 3 miles at the most.  Boy was I tired.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The morning started with John and I taking the boys to school.  We then headed toward Mt. Rubidoux...got to the entrance...CLOSED!  Closed until...?  So now what do we do?  Well we went to breakfast...and tried to find a trail to walk.  We decided to drive home and work out at home.  And then John remembered a trail he'd read about.  It ended up being 2 miles from our house.  We put Audrey in her jogger stroller (she fell asleep), and headed toward the trail.  It was such a beautiful day.  Saw so many colorful wild flowers.  It wasn't a easy walk for me.  It seemed like we walked to the top of the earth...ok so maybe not.  But it felt like we walked forever...going up was hard...coming down was EASY.  I'm looking forward to climbing even further next time...who knows maybe we'll go tomorrow.  YEAH RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-8243286007253869252?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/8243286007253869252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=8243286007253869252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8243286007253869252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/8243286007253869252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-went-for-walk.html' title='We went for a walk...'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SazVNajHBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LMNRPv5w3yg/s72-c/DSC00315_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4608085144488790615</id><published>2009-02-18T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:33:22.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room in my belly:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinking maybe I should change my blog title to "Funny things my kids say".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any ways...we were all finishing up dinner when Connor says..."mom, I think I'm done...finished with my food...ummm I didn't finish my rice because I'm getting full and I wanted to leave a little room in my belly for the popcorn you said we can have for dessert"...he cracks me up with the stuff he comes up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4608085144488790615?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/4608085144488790615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=4608085144488790615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4608085144488790615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4608085144488790615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/02/connor-againmaking-me-laugh.html' title='Room in my belly:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-4852540229458660989</id><published>2009-02-17T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:12:45.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop playing with your sister's toys:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SZu02IKh5VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EdOEBEwizpc/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SZu02IKh5VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EdOEBEwizpc/s200/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304031828156474706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm not sure how many times I've asked my boys not to play with Audrey's toys.  I've told them I will get rid of their toys and buy them baby toys if they want me to.  The answer is usually "NO MOM...PLEASE NO"...but yet they continue playing with the baby's toys.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So this is what I found the other day...and Charlie had no idea how his guys got inside...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-4852540229458660989?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/4852540229458660989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=4852540229458660989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4852540229458660989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/4852540229458660989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-stop-playing-with-your-sisters.html' title='Please stop playing with your sister&apos;s toys:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_co4HrECDA/SZu02IKh5VI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EdOEBEwizpc/s72-c/IMG_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-3762180180379043677</id><published>2009-02-12T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:59:17.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Connor:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I registered Connor for kindergarten today.  He's been reminding us that he will be 5 soon.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;March 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.  He is our first gift from up above.  We tried...what seemed like forever to have a baby.  The day I found out I was pregnant...I think I took 3 pregnancy tests.  I cried after the first test...I could not believe it...I was so happy.  John had gone to get a haircut that morning.  I remember driving out to Sav-Ons to buy more tests...just to make sure.  I found a card that said "So You're going to be a Dad"...I had to buy it, it was perfect.  When John came home I asked him to sit down, I gave him the card and a gift bag with one of the tests inside.  He looked a little confused at first, so I had to tell him..."We are pregnant".  Oh and my nephew Cory and John's little brother Gaven were there too.  They were just as excited.  Now here we are 5 years later...with 3 kids.  I thank God everyday for allowing us to have a family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-3762180180379043677?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/3762180180379043677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=3762180180379043677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3762180180379043677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/3762180180379043677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-connor.html' title='My Connor:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-7258307853526231283</id><published>2009-02-09T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:55:23.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing Charlie Said:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boston.com/community/photos/raw/Gods_Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.boston.com/community/photos/raw/Gods_Light.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh my little guy...Charlie...he really cracks me up.  I guess kids in general...they all say silly things...so innocent.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The weather has been so icky lately...clouds coming and going.  Charlie asked me today, "mom, what is God doing up there...turning the lights off and on or what?"  I couldn't stop from laughing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sure I will have more cute stories to come...stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3490053710527522743-7258307853526231283?l=mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/feeds/7258307853526231283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3490053710527522743&amp;postID=7258307853526231283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7258307853526231283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3490053710527522743/posts/default/7258307853526231283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythreelittlebirds.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-thing-charlie-said.html' title='Funny Thing Charlie Said:'/><author><name>My Three Little Birds...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207937038058799743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5HMLTlEj-8/TeXKlNRm4fI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pTJHghpk6RU/s220/IMG_7101_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3490053710527522743.post-5054691286009569954</id><published>2009-02-07T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:35:56.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Belongs to Daddy:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I remember my brother bought me a yellow shirt that had these words..."My Heart Belongs To Daddy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;     O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;n January 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;9, 2003 I lost the best man I knew...my dad...my daddy.  At the age of 65 my dad "went home"...he was diagnosed with cancer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mesothelioma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; he refused any type of treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;So on a brighter note:  I was daddy's little buddy...my brothers both say I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;spoiled...maybe I was...I still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;     Everywhere my dad went...I went.  First thing that comes to mind is going to get milk at the drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dairy (looked like a barn with a cow on top)...he'd always let me get yellow "Zingers".  I loved it...I'd sit right next to him and eat my special treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;     I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;'m such a tomboy, I think my dad had a lot to do with it.  My mom wanted me in dresses and curls...when I hung with dad...I wore jeans, t-shirt and a baseball cap.  Another fun thing we did together was go to Dodger games, my dad was a huge fan.  I've always like sports...especially football and baseball.  My dad coached my two older brothers in baseball...after they stopped playing, he continued to coach.  My dad was known by so many people...we'd walk into Ralph's, and I hear "Mr. Martinez how are you"...I heard it from the former players he coached t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;o the elderly people from the church we attended.  I loved it...I always thought my dad was the coolest, because so many people knew him and loved him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;     My dad had a back injury when I was about 5, so he was out of work...this was an advantage for me...for us.  He was able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; most of my school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;outings.  He was always in the bleachers watching my softball games...track meets...etc. My dad was at every important event in my life...like when John proposed...my wedding...when we bought our 1st house...he even helped us paint that house.  But there are a few moments my dad missed...the birth of all three of  my children...I know he's watching over them...my two boys speak of my dad all the time, even though they've never met.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;     I truly miss my dad...I was there when my dad died in my mom's arms...I cry almost everyday.  I know that he's "home" with God...dad was a godly man...I'm sure I will write about him again soon.  I can go on forever...but I think I'll stop now.  Oh I almost forgot, my dad's name is Carlos or Charlie (like my little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;boy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;     Dad I miss you so much...I can't wait to see you again (every time I see a hummingbird I think of you)...I miss your huge smile...your laughter...I miss your corny jokes...I miss your hugs...I miss you saying "what it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homie&lt;/span&gt;"...I miss you telling me that you love me.  I love you dad and always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; 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